A/n: Yeah... this is a RP me some person did on Omegle (which is a hilarious site!) and she has a tumblr and DA account called tretoninismydrug, anyway she did Lovino I did Antonio, enjoy! I will continue it when I have time but I'm free from school forever but still busy, roadtripping soon to blackpool!
Lovino lay shivering on the on the concrete floor, tucked into the corner farthest from the closed door. A heavy iron chain trailed from a loop in the wall to the metal cuff locked around his ankle, tethering him to the room. His clothes, torn and dirty, hung from his thin frame like bags, doing very little to conserve heat in the freezing room. His unhealthily skinny limbs were pulled in as close as he could manage in a desperate attempt to stay warm. He didn't know much about what lay beyond the door except for the fact it was underground. The loud thud of feet on stairs always heralded another tormentor.
How long had he been there? Weeks? Months? He didn't know. Time seemed to pass differently in the darkness. A second could pass in an hour, or a week could pass in the blink of an eye. The only light that ever entered the tiny room came when the door opened. He didn't want the door to open. Whenever it did…pain. Unbearable pain. He'd tried to fight them at first, but now he was too weak. Too hungry. Too broken. Defeated. His own frailness made him sick with shame.
What had he done wrong? It wasn't like he chose to be the grandson of the don's worst enemy. He was just a kid. How could someone be so horrible? The loud thump of shoes on wooden stairs sounded from the hall, sending a jolt of fear down his spine and pushing back the exhaustion that constantly weighed on him. Oh god, please no. Not again. Why were they doing this? Did they think he knew something? As the door opened, he curled up a tiny bit tighter and squeezed his eyes shut, a tiny whimper of fear escaping as he waited for the first blow. He just wanted to go home.
"Hey!" Antonio spotted the weak form on the floor and his heart nearly split at the sight, a boy who did not look very old was chained and clothed in what used to be a nice outfit but now were filthy rags his hair was dull and lifeless he looked like he had given up.
"Hey wake up, we don't have much time, I have to get you out of here quick before you get dragged into a whirlwind of red tape and witness stands" Antonio came closer to the boy, keeping his hearing sharp for any signs of people approaching.
A raid was about to be conducted one of the biggest busts on the mafia ever and he wanted to get this boy out now before he could be kidnapped or worse, killed.
Lovino cowered away from the approaching figure, hunching his shoulders in a futile effort to protect his head from the blows he knew were going to rain down any second. They always did. Not a single person who had come through that door hadn't hurt him, why would that change now? The words couldn't break through the clouds of exhaustion and panic that held his mind captive.
Antonio saddened at the sight, he was hunching over the protect himself, but from what? Did he think he was going to hurt him? He gently placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently, as to not startle the young man, and spoke quietly "Its ok, I'm here to help, we need to get you out, what's your name?"
A small gasp tore from his mouth as the hand descended on his shoulder, morphing into a terrified sob. "I'm sorry! I d-don't know anything!" he whimpered, pressing himself into the floor. He trembled underneath the gentle fingers, both from fear and cold. "I do-n't kn-ow an-ny-th-ing" he sobbed, barely understandable around his panicked gasps.
Antonio recoiled his hand as if he had been burnt and his emerald eyes widened is shock, what had these people done to him? "Hey I'm here to help you know, I won't hurt you, no one will hurt you again, I promise" he said with determination and protectiveness creeping into his voice
He... what? He wouldn't? What was going on? This couldn't be real, not after so long. It was a trick... or a dream... a hallucination. He curled up even smaller, starting to feel dizzy. Was it the hyperventilation, or was his body just finally giving out? How long had it been? Oh, it didn't matter. It would never end.
Antonio sighed and looked around to make sure no one had snuck up on him, he slowly encircled to male into a loose hug and uttered reassurances to him in Spanish not aware whether to younger could understand him or not. He gave a quick kiss to his forehead before introducing himself, hoping to get a more positive reaction "My name is officer Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and I need to get you out of here, can you stand?" he slowly extended a hand so the Italian could take it if needed.
Officer? Now he knew he wasn't real. The police wouldn't dare go against this Mafia family... would they? He gave a single, trembling shake of his head. He couldn't walk. He wouldn't. If he tried to escape, they'd... he didn't even want to think about it. Still hugging himself tightly, he refused to open his eyes.
Did this kid not understand they needed to leave and quickly there was only so much time before he was discovered and the whole operation was blown? Cops were surrounding this building as they spoke. Antonio could not afford to wait any longer and he would not leave the boy behind so he slowly bent down to pick him up, bridal style, while he whispered "It's okay I know a way out where we won't be seen then you'll be safe. But you cannot make a sound otherwise...well... you can imagine."
He couldn't have made a sound, even if he wanted to, the pain of being moved cutting off almost all thought. Every burn, cut, bruise, and reddened bit of skin on his entire body fought to be the most painful, making him even dizzier than before. It made his mind spin, even behind closed eyelids. Maybe... maybe they wouldn't blame him if he hadn't done it under his own power... no. They would. But there was nothing he could do about it now. He didn't have the power to fight back or do anything but cling weakly to the officer's shirt in an effort to make the universe stop spinning.
"It's okay we'll get those treated as soon as we get out" Antonio knew he was in pain and now had to hurry out as quickly as possible. He headed for the stairs and decided to make a sprint for it unfortunately with the extra weight his steps were louder and this alerted others, they were shouts in many different languages and Antonio had to put on a burst of speed to get to the exit unconsciously tightening his grip on the younger. They made it, they were out just as the swat team flooded in.
Lovino pressed himself into Antonio's chest, instinctively trying to hide from the chaos and the noise. Oh god, what was happening? He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes and look, fearing what he might see. The space opened up, that much he could feel, but... a soft breeze blew through. Were they... outside? Hesitantly, he opened one of his eyes a crack, snapping it shut again with a tiny whimper as he saw someone else approaching. He clung even tighter to Antonio, the one solid thing in the still spinning world.
A paramedic approached them and Antonio gave him a nod, the man looked at the boy in his arms and gestured for him to get a better look in the ambulance. Antonio nodded again and followed behind he felt his chest tighten when the boy clutched tighter to his shirt and started to hum a tune in an attempt to soothe him. They arrived in the ambulance Antonio set the boy down on the cool blankets on the gurney. Standing close with his hand over the others while the medic checked looked him over.
A tiny, disbelieving sigh fell from his dry lips as he was set down on something other than the rough concrete he'd been on for the past however-the-hell-long-it-had-been. He flinched away from the medic at first, but slowly lost the energy necessary to do so. He was so tired... why was he so tired? The one thing he'd had plenty of time to do was sleep. His twig-like fingers curled around Antonio's hand, weakly trying to keep hold of the one person who hadn't hurt him in so long.
Antonio squeezed back but not much he didn't want to frighten him, he noticed the medic bring out some balm and antiseptic it was going to be painful for him judging by the amount of burn and cuts Antonio could see, never mind the amount hiding under the rags. He leaned forward and brought his lips to others ear "Please tell me your name?"
He finally opened his eyes at the sound of the voice, blinking hard to try and make the world come into focus. "Lovino" he whispered back, letting out a sharp gasp of pain as the medic started treating his wounds.
Antonio quickly started to stroke his hair and reassure him "Lovino, that's a lovely name, now be brave because this may sting" He felt as he was talking to a child but really he had no idea how to treat him. It wasn't every day you raided the mafia hideout and find a tortured prisoner.
He looked at his face properly for the first time with his eyes opened, even though he was squinting he had beautiful eyes hazel with flecks of green and gold scattered throughout. 'Stunning' was his one thought. He had a pretty face as well but it was covered in grim and marred with small cuts.
Lovino gave a tiny nod, shutting his eyes once more. They would probably kill him now, the Mafia. They would kill him for escaping. He jumped as the medic moved on to one of the larger gashes on his leg. Oh god, that hurt. The spinning got worse, even in the darkness of his mind. His breath came in tight, pained gasps through his nose as his body went limp against the gurney, consciousness dragged away by exhaustion, starvation, and agony. At least for a little while it wouldn't hurt...
Yeah so that's all for now folks, I may continue it I may not (I probably will) so what do you think?
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