Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

All Eyes Are On You

The ringing in Serafine's ear continued, growing worse, and a skull cracking headache formed in her head. She bit back any screams when she felt blood trickling down her ear.

" You. " Mordecai growled quietly. " You are the assassin."

Mandisa stepped out, a solemn look on her face. Her lips were curled into a scowl, her brows furrowing. "And you are Asa's ferocious shadow." She replied nonchalantly. Footsteps lingered. Multiple people were rushing in, crying out in outrage.

"Atlas' shadow is going against the Marvelous Mandisa!" One voice cried out.

"They're going to kill each other!" Another chimed in. Mordecai's hands trembled. All eyes were on him again . All of those judgmental, worried, concerned, or angry eyes...even some of pure betrayal.

"Mordecai! Don't!" Ivy called out, pushing everyone out of the way. Mordecai let out a strangled breath, staring at her. His gaze flickered at her, at Mandisa, at the Savoy siblings, even noticing Mitzi rush over with Zib and Wick—whose clothes were definitely messy and wrinkled—as well as Freckle and... and Rocky...

His head screamed, yet he remained calm.

"Mordecai, honey, don't do it!" Mitzi called out to him, her honeyed voice dripping with fear. Yet Mordecai did not heed her warnings.

"Stand down: damage has already been done." He told Mandisa. "There shouldn't be anything else going on right now. Surrender."

"Why should I take orders from Atlas' golden boy? Some rat off the train who was once nobody?" Mandisa sneered, and Mordecai's blood ran cold. He watched her stand over him.

"You should bite your tongue." He muttered. His chin was tilted up by the barrel of Mandisa's gun.

"Admit it: the only reason you stuck around this town was for that sorry excuse of a man." Mandisa bared her fangs: she felt very strongly about Atlas, but not necessarily in a good way. Mordecai felt rage, now, bubbling to the surface. His cheeks burned in fury.

"He was not a sorry excuse: he brought Lackadaisy to life. " He explained in a deadpanned tone.

"Yet he brought you, of all people back home with him? He could've had some professional hitman, not a runaway scumbag, running from New York." Mandisa grabbed his ear, piercing her claws into his flesh. Mordecai hissed, trying to yank himself away, but to no avail.

"Enough." He told her: the deadpan mask was slipping: anger was consuming him, as well as other emotions.

"Look at them all! Those from Lackadaisy watched you leave them. Over a stupid murder that messed with your mind. You kneecapped your coworker, left your found family, and joined a not-so-stable business with Marigold. You are a pathetic man, Heller." Mandisa pulled away, then paced around him. "You're a bastard, a shame, an incompetent waste of space!"

Mordecai's heartbeat was in his throat now. He reluctantly turned to face the people. Those gazes were boring into him, like searing fire. He was being burned by the flames of judgment. It...wasn't supposed to be this bad, last time he was judged, it was only out of mild amusement from the Savoys. This meant a whole other thing.