AN- Hey everybody, this is my first attempt at a Gunslinger Girl fan-fiction. Also, be warned I do not speak Italian, MSWord apparently does… And I don't have a Beta for Gunslinger Girl. OC x Claes. Read and review, please.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gunslinger Girl, Yu Aida does. If I did own it, someone would use a Calico M950A. Maybe…[sinister laughter]

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Like everything it all starts with a single event. My life, death, and rebirth were no exception. Let me start at the beginning…

"Hey mom, can we go see the Coliseum?" A brown haired teen-aged boy asked the two grown-ups behind him, as he turned to look back at his parents with his emerald eyes. He was dressed in blue jeans, a white tee-shirt and sneakers.

The woman, his mother, smiled before looking towards her husband as if to ask for approval from him. The man, older version of his son smiled before adjusting his glasses.

"I don't see why not." The man said before signaling a taxi, "I want you to see Rome as I used to."

"Sweet!" The boy exclaimed, before climbing in.

On the other side of the street, a couple of men watched as the family entered the taxi.

"Così il traditore, Vincent Price ha deciso di tornare in Italia per soddisfare la sua fine." (So the traitor, Vincent Price has decided to return to Italy to meet his end.)" One of the men said to rest of the table.

Another man replied as he got up from his seat before walking away from the table, "Lasciamo godere loro ultimo giorno sulla terra." (Let them enjoy their last day on Earth.)

The seated man smiled, as he clasped his hands together as he spoke calmly. "Noi non dovremmo mai sono attendibili che bastardo americano. Jacque e Raul, seguire loro e ucciderli quando vedrete una possibilità." (We should never have trusted that American bastard. Jacque and Raul, follow them and kill them when you see a chance.)

The remaining two men got up from their chairs and with a nod.

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The Price family spent the entire day, taking in the sights of Rome even as Vincent began to have this sudden feeling of dread as they left the restaurant.

"Is everything okay, darling?" His wife asked concerned, "You've been acting strange lately, especially since you weren't too thrilled when you heard that I had gotten us plane tickets to go to Italy."

"Everything's fine, dear." Vincent lied, as he looked at his beautiful wife and his prodigal but creative son, "Alex, call us a taxi. I think that we've had enough excitement for one day."

His son turned around to face his father with a smile and a "thumbs up".

"No problem dad." The sixteen year old said cheerfully as he ran towards the end of the alley to flag down a taxi.

As soon as Alex was away, a pair of Italian men dressed in fine business suits approached the couple. "Signor e Signora Price?" One of the two men asked, causing the couple to turn around.

"Yes?" Vincent asked politely, not noticing the men slip Beretta M92Fs with silencers attached from underneath their jackets in the darkness of the alley.

"Don Giovanni sends his condolences." The same man said in perfect English before the two hit men leveled their pistols at the couple and calmly pulled the trigger, four times each. Mr. and Mrs. Price fell to the pavement staining the ground with their blood.

Just as the couple fell, Alex returned from the other end of the alley, his eyes wide as he saw the bodies of his parents on the ground, just as the two hit-men turned to face the boy their two guns drawn and their barrels smoking. Immediately upon seeing the smoking pistols in the two men's hands, he did a one-eighty turn and took off running as fast as he could for the entrance to the alley. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw a pair of lights to his right and then a heartbeat later, felt a large amount of pain, before hitting the ground and staring up into space.

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Priscilla was driving home after a long day at the office in her yellow Volkswagen Beetle. She was tired from staring at her computer screen as she went through the data trying to determine Padania's next move, but thanks to the coffee in her left hand she was alert enough to continue driving.

"Geez, Angelica still can't go out on missions." The young former policewoman said with sigh as she rounded the corner just as a brown-haired teenager ran out into the road from an alley to her left. She slammed on her brakes just as the car hit the boy sending him into the windshield before flying over the car and landing behind the car. She quickly stopped the car and got out to make sure that the kid was alive, as she placed a pair of fingers to his neck to search for a pulse, she noticed that down the alley that the kid came from, a pair of bodies was lying on the ground. "Shit!" She cursed as she reached into her pocket for her phone and immediately dialed the SWA.

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The two hit-men aimed their pistols at the boy, just as the boy was struck by a yellow Volkswagen. They quickly holstered their pistols and began walking away from the scene, before the police arrived.

"Bene che risolve il problema." ("Well that solves that problem.")The one hitman said to his silent partner who just nodded.

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Ferro was pulling a late night in her office when her phone rang picking it up she said out of habit: "Social Welfare Agency, Ferro Mancini speaking."

"Ferro, how quickly can you get an ambulance and a clean-up team assembled?" Ferro heard the voice of her colleague Priscilla ask worrisomely.

"Twenty minutes, why do you ask?" Ferro questioned with concern in her voice.

"A boy ran out in front of my car and I hit him. I went to make sure that he was alive, and I saw two dead bodies in the alley where he ran out from."

Ferro pulled out a sticky note pad and a pen, to take down the address before asking "Where am I meeting you at?"

"I'm by the alley entrance to the 'Wine Cellar' restaurant on Main Street." Priscilla said before ending the call.

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Priscilla was sitting next to the fallen kid when the SWA team arrived with an ambulance team to treat the boy. Ferro walked over to Priscilla to see how she was handling the situation.

"Priscilla, how are you feeling?" The dark haired woman asked.

"Like crap. I damn near killed a kid who was most likely running for his life." Priscilla said regretfully as the medical team loaded the boy into the ambulance. "What's going to happen to him, Ferro?"

"With his parents dead, him a foreigner he probably won't make it through the night…" Ferro answered, causing Priscilla to hang her head as her eyes began to tear up, "However, if we take him in his chances of surviving through the night just skyrocketed."

"Thanks Ferro." Priscilla replied, before looking at her damaged car, "My beautiful car!"

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Several hours later at the Social Welfare Agency's Technology Wing…

"Subject is a sixteen year old Caucasian male standing at five foot ten inches with a slim build. Damage to spine and neck is extensive." The head doctor said as they began to take measurements for the replacements, while another doctor began the preparations for the surgery, "This might be a challenge compared to the girls."

Within an hour the doctors had begun the operation…

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On Ferro's computer screen, an image of the boy flashed revealing the boy's whole life in its entirety. At the bottom, a single line read… July 23, 2004 – Deceased. Time of Death: 2123 hours.