- romilly died in 2015. in 2017, she lived again. now working as a government agent alongside the itching desire known as "bloodlust", she's in crossroads.
- adrian chase is a busboy at fennel fields. on his off nights, he's vigilante. with his bes...
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THEY loaded the truck with the various weapons, Romy blocking out the conversation between Chris and Leota. They had treated her differently since they discovered her backstory, something she was growing to hate. It was a little like walking on eggshells, expecting her to blow up at any point in time.
"Is Project Butterfly homunculi that team up with hard-bodied sluts that want to control us?" Chris asked once she tuned in, and Romy scoffed with a smile.
"No, but who's the guy that's peeking out behind the trash can?" Leota asked, and Romy stood from her position in the truck bed to see what she was talking about.
"Fuck, it's- it's Vigilante. He's trying to be useful." Chris sighed.
"Hey, get the fuck outta here!" Harcourt shouted.
"What? I'm just looking from behind a trashcan. It's a normal thing to do," Vigilante argued. Romy hummed, his voice straining familiar to her ears. She didn't think to pay it too much attention, deciding that she'll focus on it later.
"The hell it is!"
"Are you a psychiatrist?" Vigilante asked Harcourt.
"What?"
"Then don't tell me what's normal!" Romy found herself laughing at that one. "Maybe my secret identity is a psychiatrist and I know what's normal."
"If you're a psychiatrist, we're all screwed."
"You know, Harley Quinn used to be a psychiatrist," Romy spoke, placing the last weapon in the truck.
"Get the fuck outta here," Harcourt said, and just like that Vigilante spun on his heel.
"I was about to go, and then you just had to say that. now, If I acquiesce, I'll look and feel small."
"Vij, bro, come on. Be cool." Chris sighed.
"I just wanna make sure you're okay. I don't trust these people."
"I'm fine."
"Just remember, even if they end up being okay to 'work with', they're still not gonna be good friends." He raised his voice, "And none of them is the type to be a best friend!" Now some more familiarity was striking Romy, but she still needed to discard it in order to focus on the mission.
Vigilante ended up leaving, and Romy had a dorky smile. "What's up with you, Rome?" Leota asked her.
"He just reminds me of somebody, that's all."
Romy sat next to Chris in the backseat, Leota showing them a photo of the senator that Chris was ordered to kill. "Senator Goff is a butterfly, and we need to take him out. Next photo,"
She hit the tablet, and up came a nude shot of her wife's vagina. Romy's mouth widened in shock, and she covered her face. Chris began laughing loudly as Murn cursed at nobody in particular. Harcourt looked up, laughing and John joined in soon afterward.
Romy was laughing but trying to cover her mouth and keep it quiet. They soon composed themselves, though sometimes a small giggle would rise up again.
"Goff may be traveling with his family. We don't know yet whether or not his wife and children are butterflies. If so.. you'll have to kill all of them." Chris's laughing face subdued, the reality of what Murn said settling in.
"What?"
"I thought you loved peace with all your heart. No matter how many men, women, and children you had to kill to get it." Harcourt recited.
Romy sighed, leaning back with her head against the wall until she heard Murn say her name. "You'll be with Harcourt and Peacemaker. I trust that you can keep yourself under control when it comes to a happy trigger."
"Yes, sir," Romy told him, turning to Chris. "I do anything animalistic that I'm not supposed to," she handed Chris a pistol. "Shoot me. Don't wake me up, again."
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Night time had fallen over them, and the trio sat in their designated spot, awaiting for the family to get into shooting range. "So what's it like with bloodlust?" Chris asked.
"It sucks. I don't like killing, but it satisfies this piece of me, and it's like... if I don't, it eats me alive." Chris went to respond, but she propped up her rifle, adjusting it. "You can ask me questions, Chris, I don't mind." She sighed.
Chris spent the next hour asking her numerous questions, and Harcourt slipped her own in here and there. Soon, she shut them down, insisting on taking a break. She walked off for a bit, stretching.
Romy walked back, laughing. "What's funny?" Chris asked. She tapped Vigilante's shoulder. He spun around, panicking and falling back into the bush.
"We knew he was here," She told him.
Vigilante stood up, walking over to Chris. Chris looked at her teasingly, "So, how's your boy toy?"
"Oh my God,"
"What? I can't ask you how your boyfriend is? You skipped saving me to go on a date,"
"I was unaware of your hookups, Chris, sorry," Romy sarcastically apologized. "Am I the only one with a love life? Is that why you're so interested in mine?"
"Maybe I just wanna make sure that this is the right guy for you! If you get your heart broken all over again, then we're screwed! You're all over the map," Chris defended himself.
Romy exhaled, glancing at Chris. "He's doing fine," Chris squirmed, "We got lunch yesterday. He's sweet, and I like him. That enough for you, dad?" She mocked Chris.
Harcourt shifted forward, and Romy bolted to her sniper. She could see them taking out bowls, but they were not a playful family whatsoever. The wife poured some mysterious honey-like goo into the bowls, and the entire family sat around the table.
What happened next was disturbing. Chameleon-like tongues slowly dripped from their mouths, licking up the unknown liquid. Romy shifted uncomfortably, "That's fuckin' gross," She groaned.
Vigilante plopped right down beside her, kicking his feet.
"Romilly, you know exactly what you need to do."
"Sir—"
"NOW!" Murn shouted in her earpiece. Vigilante tapped her shoulder, making a little 'scoot' gesture. She complied, rolling from her stomach onto her back. Vigilante lifted up his red visor, humming as he took out Susie bear, Billy bear, and Mama bear.
Just when he went to hit papa bear, the little green bodyguard, known as Judomaster, kicked him in the side of the face. Romy groaned, lifting her head up in a deadly fashion.
Her eyes narrowed, and she kicked Judomaster in the back of his calf. She twisted his arm, but he overpowered her and threw her over with his other one. As Judomaster worked on her friends, she restored her energy just a bit. "Come and take it, asshole," Romy grinned sadistically, the two fighting for quite a bit.
Soon, Judomaster gave her the final blow, striking her unconscious.
