[Helluva Boss] The Hybrid Lost In Hell

A Minor Slip Up

As Blitzø sat in Stolas's bed, he'd feel the bandages on his side, looking around with a sharp pain across his legs in back, only to notice he had nearly no clothes on other than one of Stolas's t-shirts and a pair of boxers.

Blitzø: God damn it.. did stolas really do all this while I was out..?

As Blitzø sat up, he'd look around for any sign of stolas. He'd feel the pain throb again, soon standing up as his legs wobbled, slowly walking towards the bedroom door.

Blitzø: Fuck me, this hurts.

Turning the door handle, Blitzø would see a clock on the wall, the time reading 1:17 as he looked to a nearby window. Seeing it was the dead of the night, he'd walk to the kitchen, finding a carton of milk. He'd shrug, drinking some before beginning to look for his phone.

Blitzø: God damn it. Where the hell did I put it?

As he wandered into the living room, he'd find Stolas asleep on the couch, apparently having given his bed up for Blitzø to recover in, as even with a healing spell, the metal fragments had done enough damage that they needed to be removed.

Blitzø: Jesus Stolas, are you kicking yourself out of your own bed for me? That's a new one.

Blitzø would feel a small sense of guilt seeing how far Stolas was willing to go for him. Looking around, he'd find a soft-looking blanket, putting it over Stolas as he smiled slightly, beginning the search for his phone again, finding nothing but his shredded suit in the bathroom. Checking through the pockets, he wouldn't find much; his wallet had pieces of metal stuck in it. Looking through it, his cards and cash would be untouched. Trying to think back on what happened, Blitzø would sit down, looking at his legs as flashes of what happened came to mind.

Blitzø: Cmon, where the hell is it? I.. oh.. shit.

As he soon realized he left it on earth, he'd begin to worry, wondering where it could be. Meanwhile, on earth, it would be early morning, and KOHB agents would litter the area as they investigated what looked to be a full-on battle. From plain clothes agents to full-on rapid response teams tasked with disarming the traps, the investigation would be underway.

Agent 1: It's never an easy day, is it?

The agent would take a sip of her latte, stepping out of her car as her partner followed suit, watching the smoldering wreckage of Gerald's home.

Agent 2: Nope. Any idea what happened here?

As they began to walk up the long driveway, they'd pass fellow agents who would be taking photos and evidence, as well as cleaning up the bodies that littered the road. As they reached the main gate of the home, they'd notice the Hazmat agents cleaning up some leftover chemical residue from Gerald's homemade gas.

Agent 1: What the hell is this all for?

Agent 2: Yeah, what's with the yellow suits?

Hazmat Agent: chemicals inside and around the property—whatever happened here was one hell of a show. We're talking explosives, chemical weapons, and the works. We're still finding traps as we speak.

Agent 2: Are there any bodies inside the house?

Hazmat agent: We've found two; one of them looks to be one of the responding SWAT officers; he was shot three times, so we assume he was a hostage; he was on the second floor; the fire didn't reach there until an hour ago.

Agent 1: And the other body?

Hazmat Agent: Located in the basement, we think it may have been the perp. Dudes gas mask was crushed and he was severely burned. The only way we were able to identify him now is with dental records; we already sent some samples to our HQ for records to locate.