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"Somewhere safe. Now shut up and don't wiggle." As Blitz ran, a few quiet little pffft sounds whizzed by them in the air. Someone was taking shots at this Lucifer, or Not-Lucifer, or whatever the guy was. He looked so damn similar, but he, he--fuck, whatever was going on here, Blitz didn't want to think about it. He just needed to get this fucker safe if he was going to fulfill his contract.
Fuck, he hated bodyguarding.
As soon as they made it to the van, he leapt through the window with him. Shoving Lucid down to the floorboards, Blitz quickly moved over and got the engine started. "Stay down. Keep your head down. Someone wants you dead, and if I keep your ass alive, my rent gets paid." The tires squealed as he slammed on the gas, and the windshield shattered into a cascade of little square chunks of glass. This time, the shot actually found a mark though--Blitz. He swore, gripped at his shoulder--and quickly jerked the wheel, pulling the van back into his lane. Fuck, fuck, he really, really hated bodyguarding.
"Stay down, fucker! Just stay down!" he snapped, whether or not Lucid was actually staying down. "Any idea who the fuck it is that might want you dead?"
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Throw him over shoulder and run away with him? - @doublejango
“Ah! Hello friend. What can I do for y- EEP!” Blitzo has successfully acquired the seraph! His actions confuse Lucid. It is very effective~. “I did not know you guys were so strong?! …Where are we going?”
Sometimes we fight and roll around and break stuff. Christ on a fucking stick, was a clone, or twin, or whatever the fuck, telling him about his sex life with Lucifer fucking Morningstar? That would be about right, Blitz thought with a groan. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder as best he could, he grit his teeth and just focused on speeding the fuck out of there. Whatever this was, whoever was behind it, he wanted out of the kill zone that the densely packed, skyscraper-backed streets of Pentragram City made.
"Yeah, great, rolling around together, always works up a fucking appetite, doesn't it? Stay the fuck down or I'll put a hole in you myself!" He wouldn't--probably--because shooting the target one was supposed to protect was frowned upon--generally--but today was... fuck, today was something else.
To help with the mood, Blitz flipped the radio on. One of the Wrath channels was Car Chases, Standoffs, and Showdowns, so he twisted the dial until that one came on, and perfect action-movie music started blaring out of the van's (admittedly less than quality) speakers. A few more minutes of loud music, tires squealing, abrupt turns, and then the pings against the van stopped altogether. Still, although it seemed like they were out of harm's way, Blitz kept going for a while longer. He'd been told about a safehouse, some place to bring him until the client would pick him up, when he was given the job. It wasn't much farther--assuming it wasn't a trap.
Eventually, they were in the jagged mountains beyond Pentagram City. Blitz eased off the gas, flexed his injured arm to see how bad it--fuck, ow--was, and let out a tight breath.
"Okay. Okay. It's gonna be like another fuckin' hour until we're at the safe-house where your... benefactor, or what the fuck ever, will be. You said something about healing me?" He glanced into the backseat, trying not to look or sound as worried as he felt. "And are you okay back there, you good? There's some Capri-Sin if you're thirsty. "
There’s an audible “squeak!” as Blitz shoves the angel down to the floor of the van, blue eyes round as saucers. What in Heavens name was going on?! Why are people shooting at them? Is this what being kidnapped is? These thoughts are distracted by just how filthy the floor of the van is. Discarded fast food wrappers and drink cups, loose bullets, a bunch of weird little plastic sleeves labeled “Satan Slong XXL”, and these weird round balls with a metal ring on the top. These items bump and jostle against him as the van swerves and jerked.
Hearing the lizard man cry out, Lucid does in fact sit up in alarm. The angel sees the fresh red staining his jacket, a color that Lucid rarely sees with his own eyes. His own blood and his brethren are gold and glowing. “Whoah whoah! You’re hurt! Pull over so I can heal you!”
He pushes himself up on the cushions of the backseat to stand, only for a bullet to whiz through the space between his head and halo. Ducking down again, Lucid glances over at the wounded lizard demon. “Th-they want me DEAD?! Um, uh, pretty much everybody I guess? In Hell at least? Except Lucifer. Sometimes he wants to but then we fight and roll around and sometimes break stuff. But then after we’re good again and go get sweet treats!”