The day seemed quiet, the birds outside were chirping gently and the wind was blowing lightly against the trees. But of course, it wasn't perfect at all. Well for some it was. A certain Italian was getting what he deserved. What people thought he deserved. A beating for being imperfect, gross, disgusting, horrifying, outright terrible. His love and skin tone, incorrect. His opinion, wrong. He wasn't screaming from the beating he was getting since he would get punished more. Whimpers escaped his bleeding lips, the Utopian Guards kicking him all over his body. Eventually the main guard spoke up,"Okay, he's had enough. Listen, don't show your face around here again. We will continue doing this, soon we'll eventually execute you. We can't stand your image, your imperfection, you make us disgusted. I don't understand how you live with yourself. I would have already ended myself, I mean look at yourself," the guard rolled his eyes,"Go ahead and go, men, lets go." He made a motion with his hand and walked off, the guards filed behind him in a straight line, marching off to the main part of town.
Lovino laid there in a crumpled heap before sitting up and spitting out blood then stared at the small splotch of red. He sighed gently and wiped his bloody lips on his sleeve. He had to carefully stand up so he wouldn't fall over, bruises were all over his arms and legs. A violet bruise dotted his right eye, the eye swollen shut and throbbing. He shoves his sore hands into his pockets, walking off to the block he lived in. Once he arrived to his block he walked in. His family hesitatingly looked up then small gasps came from them. Feliciano was the first to rush over to him, cradling his face in his soft hands. "Oh Fratello! You're hurt again..? I don't get why they always go for you," he huffed and with drawled his hands from Lovino's face, "Let's get some ice for your eye."
Lovino sighed gently. "You know exactly why they go for me, the same reason you're gone after sometimes, Antonio too. You know-" He cut himself off and looked away. Feli looked at him and grabbed his hand gently, leading him into the kitchen. "I know, Lovi." A silence followed after Feliciano's words. He opened a drawer and got a plastic bag. After that he opened the ice machine and scooped the ice into the bag, zipping it up and handing it to Lovino. "Do you need a paper towel for it?"
"Yes, but I'll get it myself." He murmured and did as he said, wrapping the sheet around the bag of ice and then putting it against his eye. "This is fucking stupid. This Utopian shit about perfect skin color, perfect color eyes, perfect hair, even perfect sexuality," he grumbled then spoke up,"I'm going to end up like Nonno did at this point."
"Don't... Say that.." Feliciano murmured.
"It's true though! And you know that, don't act naive!" He hissed, beginning to get moody.
"I KNOW it's true! I just don't like talking about Nonno. I don't like what happened. It shouldn't have happened..." He replied. Lovino looked to him and nodded. That was definitely sure, he didn't deserve his death. Executed for defending his two young grandchildren. Just at the age of around 7 and 5, Lovino being the oldest. It was wrong that they had to watch their own grandfather's execution. Traumatizing and horrifying. Nightmares plagued them very much after that and they had a new parental until Lovino was 18. Their new parental was "one of them", however her skin was a bit darker. She had a son as well, his name was Gupta. He didn't always talk with Lovino and Feli, but he certainly played with them when they were smaller. They still go to her when trouble arises, she's known around the Outcast Society as the "Mother of All". Her name was Kemet, all the other children she watched over have agreed over the same thing, she was beautiful, kind, caring, and had the most enchanting singing voice. However there was another side to her that would utterly terrify the children or at least give them a shock, talking against the Utopian Order. She would deliver the most amazing speeches against them. She was imprisoned a few times, but only for a few hours. What she did wasn't the worst thing people have done. What she did inspired the youth and generation below her, but due to the guards beginning to grow in population and even get heavily violent they had to put off everything.
Even some of the people who were declared as "Perfect" secretly agreed, but they never admitted it. If they did they would disappear the next day. Where? No one knew. Rumors of torture and brainwashing have surfaced, however. Some people claim to have seen the faces of their friend as a guard, but nothing has been absolutely confirmed yet.
This Utopia, the Brithry Utopia, is a nightmare for some. An amazing paradise for the others who ignore the murder and vicious beatings and discrimination. The Outcasts have another name for this place though. The Broken Utopia.