Just a one shot about Pavi's odd life.
Chapter 1:
The night had never seemed so alive as it had tonight. He ripped through the last bits of sinewy nerves taking the face that would now be his. It was a most extraordinary face. But he knew just like all the rest it would seem so for just a short while.
He did his little dance in the moonlight. He hid his knife in his trench coat where never a girl would think of looking. For some reason they always trusted him. It could be his ways with the girls. He was suave and they all loved the Pavi.
Pavi Largo was his name he was the middle child of the most powerful family in Crucifixus. A city besieged by murder, reposessions, and increased drug use. Especially of Zydrate a sedative his own family had invented.
He had a family of the most dysfunctional kind. His brother Luigi an anger ravaged lunatic and his younger sister Amber Sweet, a star struck untalented, druggie.
He placed his precious find in a refrigerated biohazard container that belonged to GeneCo. It was time for the genterns to "affix" his new face.
He walked as he took one last look at the one time beautiful girl. She babbled incoherently she was close to death. Pavi made sure he'd always mortally stab them. That was a symbolic way of breaking their hearts. Nobody ever owned Pavi's heart.
The limousine waited in the pale moonlight. He got in greeted by his brother Luigi. Well did you get it? Your face looks like it's about to fall apart.
His once beautiful face had been ravaged by a jealous lover one day. He had never been able to forgive women in general after that, and had taken to raping and ripping faces off that didn't belong to him.
He could still be as warm and sweet as a summer evening. That's why the woman could not say "no" to the Pavi. Despite all the gruesome stories and lore that surrounded him.