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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 4, 2012 10:25:01 GMT -5
Just how the world has changed, Vinci's awesome detective work, and everything. I thought it was amazing *hugs*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 4, 2012 10:26:29 GMT -5
It's a bit different, eh? *small smile*
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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 4, 2012 10:32:34 GMT -5
*hugs* I have no more words to describe all that this is. I appear to have lost them.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 4, 2012 10:39:30 GMT -5
Tragic. *smiles and hugs back* You've been such a great reader... thank you, I owe you a lot.
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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 4, 2012 10:46:57 GMT -5
Just watch your step or you might trip over the dictionary of the words I've lost, it's rather large I think. Awww.... It's been a pleasure reading this so far and I bet it will continue to be, I don't see how you can owe me when I like this so much.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 4, 2012 10:49:52 GMT -5
Okay, I'll keep an eye out for it. Still, you're so dedicated to reading it~ *snuggles*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 9, 2012 0:03:17 GMT -5
A/N: Saddest. Chapter. Yet.
ENDING 1 Part 1
Rooftops-2012
Pangea moved across the roofs silently and unnoticed- his targets busy on the ground to bother by what was on their level to remember looking into the air. He licked his dry lips- mentally preparing himself for what might come. They were his. Even in death they belonged to him. They couldn't belong to anyone else. Veneciano, Romano, Sicily. Anyone else who got in his way would pay the ultimate price.
He readied himself to spring, the streets had mostly cleared from the large man wielding a gun, so attacking would be much simpler. He jumped to the next building, some rubbling tumbled to the ground as he landed. Immediately he froze- watching as the boy in glasses looked up at him, his unnaturally golden eyes narrowed. Pangea smirked, placing a finger to his lips to silence the boy.
Angelica watched as Vinci stared off into the distance, his hair matted with flecks of blood and dust from the war that had been destroying them for the last few weeks. Everyone looked haggard except for Ignazio, who flourished in such circumstances. He was prone to that though. Anytime a natural disaster struck, he would wreak havoc onto said area until the police came and chased him out.
Pangea disappeared in a small puff- the sounds following sounding like sand in a sieve. Reappearing he slammed his fists downward- onto the hood of the car. From shock most of the passengers minus the driver who was crushed were catapulted from the car- landing sharply on the ground.
“No body move!” They heard mafia shout, “There was a tank of hydrogen with us,” he growled, aiming his gun at Pangea who was smirking, watching as blood dripped from the car and stained the grim un-washed streets. They watched as the large, heavy gas tank landed with a loud crash in between Pangea, the Mafia and she and Vinci. Ignazio smirked- “come at me you ugly bastard.”
Pangea screamed, charging at the Mafia-who in return fired; nothing. Nothing happened as the beast tackled him- beginning to shred it's way down to his skin. The gun skidded out of his grasp as they heard Ignazio scream out of pain. Vinci grabbed the semi automatic. Stepping in front of Sicily as he fired at the creature- who growled and looked up at him, it's pointed teeth bared under the hood it wore.
The only thing that separated the two was the hydrogen tank. The creature snarled- standing it bared it's claws, as if trying to scare them even more than it did. She could see Vinci shaking- he didn't have the head for fighting. Pangea charged- Vinci closed his eyes- taking a deep breath he fired, then dropped the gun in what seemed like the second- turning as the tank exploded, knocking the creature onto it's back.
She gasped- feeling as the boy turned, and tackled her out of the way, “keep your head down,” was all she could make out Vinci mumble as they crashed to the earth, she could feel something sharp pressing against her middle- like a dull point. She could hear her brother cough, gathering the dirt in his fingers as he winced.
“Dammit..” he flinched- Sicily felt the warmth of blood begin to spread on her middle.
“L-Leo...” She couldn't speak- her mouth refused to work properly. She watched as small crimson beads began to pool at the corners of his mouth.
“Sorella,” he mumbled calmly, his yellow eye beginning to fade- she felt him collapse on top of her- his small form shaking slightly. She wiggled her way out from under him;
“You're not ending like this Vinci! You can't just leave! What about Lorenzo, your brother needs you!” She felt herself shaking as well, seeing the large torn metal from the tank, where it had entered his back and exited out through his stomach. He had saved her. But for what price? Kneeling on the ground she propped his head up on her knee as she leaned over him, her fingers feverishly pressing on the wound to keep him from bleeding even more. “Dammit Vin!” She cried, feeling as tears began to roll down her face- cutting small rivers onto her face. The crimson flower of death blooming on his back and stomach as he shivered, his cracked glasses slipping off his nose.
She saw his eyes begin to close, “Stay alive dammit! I lived through this so can you! You can't just die!” She sobbed, in reply he reached his weakening arm out and wiped away one of her tears;
“H-humans are marvelous contraptions y-you know... we're the only living creatures who can cry,” his life-fluid began to spill out onto the ground, tears beginning to dot his lashes as well, his breathing had become labored and irregular- he was fighting for his last gasps of life. “I love you,” he sighed, admitting the truth, “I always did, and always will,” her breathing hitched, watching as his hand went limp and fell to his side. He was gone. She cried, kneeling in the growing pool of blood around her, feeling as it soaked through her jeans.
“C-chi Beddu stu cappiduzzu,” She began, rocking the still body close to her. He was still warm from the newly exited life. “Chi beddu s-saporito” She continued, sniffing. “Quan-Quannu mi l’ha mettiri, Quannu mi fazz’u zitu” She whimpered, pressing her forehead against his cooling one, “Scinnu pi lu Cassuru” she locked her hand into his, her fratello; “S-scinnu pi li Banneri E tutti chi me ricuni Bongiorno Cavaleri...”
I'm sorry Vin...
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 9, 2012 0:14:49 GMT -5
I can't...I don't even know what to say to this....
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 9, 2012 0:16:06 GMT -5
... *whimper*
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 9, 2012 0:17:31 GMT -5
*hugs* that's a good thing.....
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 9, 2012 0:18:55 GMT -5
That I killed Vin?
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 9, 2012 0:20:47 GMT -5
no, not that I killed vin.....*locks angel in room* but that I couldn't think of anything to say...
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Feb 9, 2012 0:24:00 GMT -5
.....*hugs*
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Feb 9, 2012 0:27:28 GMT -5
*hugs back*
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Post by Carina Jones on Feb 9, 2012 0:46:55 GMT -5
*hugs all*
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