living is a problem because everything dies [fizz & malus]
Of course revenge was the first thing Malus had thought about, at least, thatās what Fizz thought. And Fizz beingā¦ Fizz, she had thought that it was a good idea to help. After all, an eye for an eye and even though Roderick was worth more than an āeyeā, it was the only thing she could think of. Hell, every waking moment since she heard the news of his death, she would breathe revenge, eat revenge, sleep revenge. Though Fizz had not been close with Rod, she still mourned the death of her friend. After all, he had made these last two years with the Crybabies a little bit more bearable. So when Malus asked Fizz if she was in or if heād do it alone,Ā of courseĀ she said she was in. That, and she also liked her fair share of fire.Ā
Everything was cliche. Life was cliche and it sucked. Everything sucked as well. Death happened around her yet Fizz never felt so affected in her life. It felt like she would never stop crying but she did, she did and everything still sucked. Her tears had run dry and her body just shut down. No motivation to do anything except for revenge. So Fizz sat in her room. When she wasnāt eating or sleeping, she was sitting in her room, staring at her reflection. Waiting. Always waiting. Her dagger was gripped tightly in her hand, her knuckles painted white with anger and sorrow. Her bottom lip was slightly gnawed at from the sleepless nights and staring at the window. Fizzās mind was lost at thought, at least, until a knock pulled her out of whatever daydream was occurring in her head. āYeah? Oh, right. Coming.ā Her words were soft and quiet. Getting up as quickly as she could, hands fumbling at the jumper to pull over her head, Fizz stumbled towards her bedroom door and wrenched it open. Slipping her dagger into her bootleg, Fizz hastily tied her hair into a ponytail. āAre you ready?ā
He had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't overreacting like a possessive obsessed boyfriend. Boyfriend, ha. Obsessed? Was he obsessed? Obsessed with what? Roderick. Revenge. Murder. No, no, this was normal, this was coping. But at the same time there was this hole and murdering some fucking retarded government agent wasn't going to fill it, he knew that. And fuck, oh fucking god, did it hurt.Ā
Holding up the plastic shopper and shaking it a little so she could her the sloshing of the gasoline, the sound making him feel giddy, "we're walking into the city" which was obvious and slightly terrifying, Malus had hardly been off Crybaby territory since Trixie had showed up because maybe it was just him, but he didn't feel like getting his ass shot up like Roddy. (God rest his soul.) He just hoped none of the other Crybabies would stop them because explaining why they were dressed in black and carrying a canister of gasoline was gonna be tricky and saying they were going out ritually sacrificing cats to the fire gods would probably be better than explaining they were gonna burn some agents.Ā
