I dodge bullets and knives. Crimson hired the right man for this job. It would be a pleasure to finally kill this son of a bitch. I shoot bullets at his men. I needed to save my bullets for Bashron. I get out a knife and I start stabbing. I stab guards left, right, and center. I cut limbs and cut bones.
My heart races and pounds. I jump and I run my knife through two demons. One grabs me I shoot him in the head. My head goes blank and goes back to the dark times. I remember him ripping off my clothes. I remember the darkness I was in. The tightness of his grip on my neck and chest. It was awful. One of the worst experiences of my life.
I shoot another one. Bashron walks up. He took out his gun. I glare at him. I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate, hate, hate what he did to me. I charge at him. I take out the knife and try to slash him. He grabs me by the horns and throws me aside. I slap him with my tail. He draws back. I stab the knife in his shoulder. He yells in pain and throws me aside. I shakily get up. He points the gun at me.
"Sorry it has to end this way Blitzo." He says.
I shoot him in the leg. He winces. I grab him. I push him down.
"Remind you of anything?" I hiss.
"You were pretty good." He coos.
"Better now." I punch him in the face.
He winces. I punch him again. I want to break his face. I want to break him like how he broke me all those years ago. I want to break and kill him. I want him to know the pain I felt when I was hurt by him. I look down at him.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
