One Helluva Ride

Chapter 40: Master Plan

          Splice slunk toward the boathouse. They slipped inside, seeing Jimmy standing there with an unfamiliar woman. ".. who's this?" She asked. Jimmy hesitated. "Oh! Barb, this- uh- is Seraph. The guy I told you about. He wants to help." He answered. She grinned condescendingly. "This is the newbie, huh~? I think he'll be a great help." She ran her fingers down Splice's chest.

          "Alrighty, boys, get to work." Barb said, pointing to the crates stacked against the wall. Jimmy eagerly went over, wrapping his arms around a box and struggling to pick it up. Splice rolled their eyes, lifting one of the crates with ease.

         Within a few minutes, most of the cargo had been moved. "Well, look at that! I knew you'd be useful." Barb purred. Splice flinched as her hand made contact with their ass. "Woah, Barb-" They said. The woman took Splice's wrist, spinning them and pulling them toward her chest. "Barbie." She corrected, her voice breathy. Splice wrapped their arms around Barbie's neck. "Right.. Barbie~" They repeated. Her name rolled off their tongue, oozing sensuality. This would be a perfect way to distract her while Moxxie offed Jimmy.

         Before Splice could make another move, the door burst open. "Barbie!" Splice's eyes widened in horror at the sound of their boss' voice. Barbie immediately turned toward the imp. "Blitzø?" Both she and Splice yelled. Moxxie peeked through the doorway. "You know her?" He asked.

         Blitzø scoffed. "Know her? That's my sister, fuckface!" He answered. Upon hearing this revelation, Splice pushed away from Barbie, their face contorting in disgust. She huffed. "What the fuck are you doing here, shithead?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Blitzø's brows anchored. "I should be asking you the same thing! You check yourself out of rehab, no call, no note, and I have to track you down to this shithole with-" He paused, glancing at Jimmy. "Who the fuck is this?"

         Jimmy offered a hesitant wave before Barbie stepped in front of him. "He's no one. He works for me. And who's the little twink here?" She asked, gesturing to Moxxie. Blitzø's gaze shifted between the two. "No one.. he works for me. And so does Splice." He replied. Barbie's eyes snapped over to Splice.

         "Sir, that guy's the target." Moxxie muttered, pointing toward the clueless Jimmy. Blitzø cracked a smile. "Oh shit, Barb! Looks like your little boy toy got himself into some trouble." He said with a vicious grin. Barbie narrowed her eyes. "The fuck are you talking about?" She asked.

         "He killed our client," Moxxie answered. Splice smiled. "And now our client wants to kill him back." They said with a smirk. Barbie turned toward Jimmy. "You fucking what?" She seethed. Jimmy offered a hesitant shrug. "He found out about your drugs." He said. Barbie shook her head. "I don't want to fucking hear it, kid." She turned to Blitzø. "Look, you're not killing my supplier."

         Blitzø glanced at Barbie, then to the crates of drugs. "Oh, fuck.. supplier of what? You're not back on that H-8, are you?" He asked. Barbie rolled her eyes. "Fuck no! It's just heroin." She answered. Blitzø let a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank Satan." He muttered. "What's the point? That shit barely gets rid of a headache."

         Barbie couldn't bring herself to look at Blitzø. "It's honest work, okay? And I thought it would be sure to keep me as far away from you as possible." She answered. Splice looked at the siblings in turn. "Right.. and you teamed up with this dumbass because..?" They asked, referring to Jimmy. Barbie scoffed. "Do you have any idea how easy teenage humans are to manipulate?" She asked.

         "Hey! No I'm not!" Jimmy whined. Barbie looked up at him innocently. "Oh, Jimmy-wimmy, can you pwease keep loading up these druggie-wuggies for me?" She asked, swaying her hips. Jimmy's face flushed. "Heh, sure Barb. Whatever you say." He answered, returning to work. Splice facepalmed.

         "Sir.. I've spent a week on this. I'm finishing it, one way or another." Moxxie seethed. Before he could make a move, Barbie stepped in front of him. "Don't you dare." She threatened. Despite this, Moxxie tried to pounce on him. Barbie knocked the imp into the water. She transformed back into her imp form. "Come on, Blitzo, haven't you fucked up my life enough already?" She asked frustratedly. Splice took this moment to return to their normal form as well.

         The four imps continued in this scuffle. Barbie did her best to protect Jimmy, taking on the other three imps. Jimmy clambered around the boathouse, trying to escape the bloodthirsty demons that pursued him. He climbed onto the boat inside, intent on using it to make his getaway.

         A stray firework rocket crashed through the window of the boathouse. It embedded itself into Jimmy's face before exploding. The four imps were covered in a shower of blood. Barbie blinked a few times, comprehending what had just happened. "Satan fucking damnit!" She yelled, stamping her foot on the ground. "Thanks a lot, Blitzø, I'm out of a job. Fuck!" She turned away, prepared to leave.

         Blitzø reached toward her. "Barb, wait." He said. "I want to help you- let me help you. Please?" Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. Barbie rocked hard with laughter. "You don't fucking get it! Just 'cause I'm outta rehab doesn't mean I wanna see you." She jabbed a finger at the choker around Blitzø's neck. "I never wanna see you. Ever."

         Barbie used her crystal to open a portal. "Next time you wanna find me, Blitzo, don't." She stepped through the portal and closed it behind herself. Blitzø began to cry, staring at where his sister once stood. "Uh.. I'm gonna get Blitzø home, Mox. You get Millie." Splice instructed, gently wrapping an arm around Blitzø's shoulders.

         Splice took Blitzø back to the office, gently seating him in a cushy armchair. ".. you okay?" They asked. Blitzø let himself sink into the chair, not doing so much as looking Splice in the eyes. "I take that as a no." They said, leaving Blitzø's side. They dipped into Blitzø's office, scooping his mug off of the desk. They rinsed it out and made Blitzø a cup of coffee.

         They approached Blitzø's deflated form, nudging him with the mug. He glanced up, slowly taking the mug and pulling it toward his chest. "Careful. It's hot." Splice warned, sitting at the meeting table. Blitø held the cup with both of his hands, letting the warmth radiate into his skin. "Not even a 'thank you.' Wow." Splice said, shaking their head with a smile. Blitzø peeked over at them, flipping them off. They chuckled. "Feel better soon, boss."