The boy ran down the dark, musty alleyway. It stank of blood and sewage. Many people had been killed down here... More than anyone could count. The people chasing him were all to blame for those deaths, too. Natalia.. Romulus.. Kiku... Wang.. They were all dead because of these monsters.
His breathing came in rough, uneven bursts as he tried to escape from the men closing in on him. Sobs wracked through ihs body, the tears blurring his vision. The boy's feet slipped as he stepped on a metal pipe laying in the middle of the alleyway. He fell forward, barely catching himself. The boy scrambled back, trying to escape from the men trying to recapture him. Trying to kill him.
His dark brown hair fell into his face, covering his right eye, his odd little curl drooping down, as two of the men grabbed him, pulling him up by his arms to his feet. One of the men twisted his arm behind his back, causing a shriek of pain to come from the Italian boy. The Russian boss of the Italian mafia stepped form the shadows, inspecting the Italian boy.
The Russian man pulled his gun out, placing the barrel under Lovino's chin on his throat and lifting up his head. Purple eyes bore into brown ones as the Russian smirked.
"Gotovʹsya k smerti, Lovino," he snarled, pulling the gun back to point at Lovino's head.
A smirk crossed the seemingly frightened Italian's face before he tore free from the two men's grips, grabbing the boss's gun and pointing it at the Russian's head. An evil glint shone in Lovino's eyes as he spoke to the mafia boss, his voice harsh.
"Go to Inferno."
With the last word, the young Italian pulled the trigger, killing the man who had tormented his and his brother's lives for years. Turning, Lovino glared at the now dead Russian man's cohorts, pointing the gun at the one closer to him. He motioned for them to stand, his gun not faltering in it'sposition.
"Go tell your next in charge to leave Feliciano and I alone, " he spat, the look in his eyes telling the men that he wasn't kidding around.
The two men nodded hurridly, scrambling away from the crazed Italia as quickly as they could. Lovino sighed, glancing over at the Russian. This boss was the second he had killed, yet they didn't get that he really meant for the Mafia to leave them alone. Lovino couldn't stand seeing his brother hurting... Maybe it really was time for the two of them to head to America. To finally get away from Italy. Lovino dropped the gun, deciding that when he made it home the two of them were going to America. Going to the country where they could hopefully escape from the Mafia that had chased them for so long.
1. "Gotovʹsya k smerti" means "Prepare to die"
2. "Inferno" means "Hell" (Ever heard of Dante's Inferno? XD Yeah, he was Italian!)
I hope you all enjoyed! Tell me if this should be continued~!?
Celeste