My world was crumbling around me, slowly but surely, all the happy things in life dissapeared. It's meaning, long gone. Take these as words of advice, everything can and always will get worse. You just have to be strong enough to push through it. Take this truth from a beaten, broken, lonely soul.
Closing my small notebook, I let out a sigh and lean my head against the concrete wall of the enclosure.
"It's tough, isn't it?" A voice calls from outside the glass window. Cracking an eye open and glancing at the origin, I see the man. The man who took it all away, my fratello, his hope, his dreams, his happiness, everything.
"Fuck off." I comment, lifting my arm to insult him. There was no way I was going to let this bastard get to me today, not the day I was getting out of this hell hole.
"They have an agreement they would like for you to-" he starts before I shoot him a glare, my eyes narrowing my eyes that were glowing a dangerous red before dulling and becoming hazel again.
"Tell them they can shove the deal up their ass. There's no way in hell I'm ever siding with you bastards." I say dully, staring at the empty bed hanging from the wall in the right corner of the room, hanging by three chains connected to the concrete walls. Not a chance, never. Not after what you did.
"Still as rude as ever. You would be much easier to deal with if you were like your brothers, weak-hearted-" he begins to taunt me, grinning until I snap at him.
"Sta 'zitto!" I snap at him, a dark black fog beginning to cover my left hand as I glare at the man. "Stop taunting me you bastard!" I add on, a small figure of a demon beginning to take form in my palm. If only I could use you. I think, scowling and closing my hand into a fist, crushing the figure.
"You do know I only exist to taunt you, correct? All of you, things, you misfits, you, fugitives deserve death. Nothing less. That said...come with me Mr. Vargas." The man says smugly, a smile appearing on his face as a small glass door attached to the glass wall of my plain white enclosure opens. With a whimper I quickly evacuate to the corner of the room, bringing my knees up to my chest and hugging them.
"No." The man raises an eyebrow at my response. He snaps his fingers and instantly, multiple weapons appear in front of me, each one of them deadlier than the last. Shivering and taking in a nervous breath, I comply to the mans orders, carefully but quickly crawling away from the weapons and out the door. Almost instantly I was cuffed and my eyes were blindfolded, both restraining me from using my magic on him. The cuffs blocked my attacks, meaning that I couldn't summon any demons from my hand, or throw hellfire at him. The blindfold restricted my ability to persuade people, switching their thoughts with my own, making them think that I had done something, or had permission to. That was how I got in this place, using that dammed power. The man snickers as I stumble blindly down the hallway, courtesy of the blindfold he so kindly offered me. Tch, you try having to walk down a place you barley know blindfolded chigi! I mentally yell at the man, running into yet another wall before giving up and sitting down. "Fuck this." I murmur to myself, staying seated as the mans footsteps get louder.
"Get up." He orders, I simply lean on the wall as a response. That's right, what'cha gonna do about that bastard?! I think as I smirk, that is, before the man grabs ahold of my curl and drags me down the hallway forcefully, me letting out painful yelps the entirety of the way. "Such a pain." The man sighs as he throws me into another white room, shoving me over to some kind of bed, he pushes me onto it and puts on more chains to keep me from moving, while blocking my magic if I may add. The man takes off my blindfold, exposing my eyes to bright artificial lights. Hissing in pain, I squeeze my eyes shut, opening them every few seconds to get them adjusted to the light.
"What'cha looking for today, doc?"
Romano: What the hell?!
L'italiano: ...
Romano: What the hell is this?!
L'italiano: A fanfiction...about you.
Romano: Really?! I thought it was about my fratello! *crosses arms* Why am I so used to this?! And why am I so depressed at the beginning bella?
L'italiano: ...*holds up notebook* look at the plot list and you'll know why.
Romano: *flips through pages* No...NO NO NO NO NO! What happened to me being a badass mafia don?!
L'italiano: I decided to change things up. Make you a demon spawn.
Romano: Hmpf.
L'italiano: Do you want to do the thing? *shrinks in a corner*
Romano: Fine. Follow, favorite and review for more. Also, go check out Lil's first story Trapped! Can I go home now?!