Album: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out by Panic At The Disco.

Track: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?

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The Vargas Family? Well when someone who was anybody heard this name they would usually turn away refusing to talk about such a topic. Or maybe give a sign of respect. The family was famous for its gang relations and solving the biggest crime investigations ever held in Italian history. Although underneath the Vargas' good name. They had some under settled business that has been with the family for almost a decade now. Their opponents, their enemy.

The Braginski Family.

Now that was a family no one dared to mess with. The police force as well or it would cost them their life or family's. Although some men were brave enough stand up against them and stop their 'illegal' actions. Their biggest rival: the Vargas famiglia. This family feud has been going down from generation to generation. No one knew exactly why they were rivals and they sure as hell were not going to talk and their business didn't have anything to do with the public. Both family's had a bad reputation and it just so happened that the Vargas had a cleaner one. They weren't hacking people's head off everytime their name was spoken poorly of or everytime they were given dirty looks. No, the Vargas family appeared in public and often solved big crime mysterious if it was any interest to them that is. You see they never exactly came out to be this way the Vargas always had a good name until a few years back when a huge gang war had erupted and blood was spilled, guns were fired, houses were lit. It was said to be the most catastrophes ever to happen. Although there was one family that had been eliminated in the process. A family that was so damn powerful and twisted it was hard to believe such a family was defeated. Although that family was on good ties with the Vargas. Each one had eachothers back when it came to problems. That family you ask? The Cortes family. Some believe that they are still around and are hiding in the shadows or another. Others believed that they were completely wiped out. Some rather not even speak of such a horrible family. Such a horrible catastrophe happened many years ago a memory long forgotten so many tears shed and hearts filled with revenge. The lost of the great leaders of the Vargas family was a tragic one....

"Father why does Feliciano get to spend the night with mother and I can't" A little boy of the age of five complained to his father as his tuxedo was pulled in many different directions, It was hard quite for his servants to adjust it especially when the young boy had his arms folded across his chest.

His father chuckled, the wrinkles around his eyes spreading, "Lovino your going to be the next heir to our family If anything were to happen to me understand?" his eyes darkened, but they quickly regained its naturally happiness.

Lovino grumbled and shooed away the servants, who quickly retreated "happened to you? Your the great Romando!" he threw his hands up on the air exaggerating his hands movement "nothing can defeat you! Not even the icky Braginski !"

His father chuckled again and placed large hands on his sons tiny shoulder's "you give me more credit than what I'm really worth"

"Nu-uh" he disagreed. "You defeat all the bad guys and when I grow up I'll be just like you. You'll see!"

Romando nodded "That's what I like to hear, now let's go and crown you as heir"

Without a second thought he had deliberately grab his father's hand never thinking that would be the last........

Lovino sat in the huge dinning room of his home flicking peas at the 'grown-up' table in front of him. He was pretty annoyed that he didn't get the privilege to sit with his father. He had to sit with a lot of snot nose filled brats. They were whining or talking to loudly. Lovino put his foot on top of the chair next to him, hopefully these boogers would understand that they were not allowed to sit next to him. He was going be next in line, of course they wouldn't be allowed such privilege! They had to be on his good side. Although his glory was spoiled when his foot was forced off the chair (not really) and someone else made themselves comfortable.

"Hey!" Lovino whined, his defenses going up "my foot was there give it back!"

The boy who had taken Lovino's 'seat' smiled, his green eyes sparkling and his brown wavy hair standing up all over the place. Some would of had called the small boy handsome or possibly gorgeous. His green eyes were wide with delight and his golden tan skin blended in quite naturally with his features.

"Wow your a cute little boy! What's your name?" he asked rather bluntly. The boy struck out his hand out for a handshake and Lovino took it and shook it rather firmly before acknowledging the boy in front of him. The boy's eyes grew even bigger as he reached for Lovino's curl "wow your hair sticks up so wried! I like it"

Lovino recoiled "Don't touch there! It hurts!"

The boy's hand drop "Oh, sorry" he paused "anyways My name is Antonio"

"My name is Lovino Vargas and I'm five years old!" He held his head up high and was self-confident in proclaiming who he was and his age. He was five! He was a big boy now.

Antonio's eyes grew "Wow! The Vargas!" he threw his head back "Wow I never met a Vargas before my dad says you guys are really big in business"

Lovino nodded, letting everything get to his little head "Yup"

"I'm ten years old by the way" Antonio then added in, but only received a scowl in return.

Ten! Lovino did not like the idea of someone being older then him expect the grown-ups. Although Antonio did not notice he continued on rambling. "My family talks a lot about you guys, you guys all really big, wow! I wish my family was that famou-"

Lovino clamped his mouth of the other and said, "shut up you talk too much" Antonio nodded understanding, and Lovino let go.

"So what family are you from?"

Antonio pointed to himself "Who me?"

Lovino rolled his eyes, "yes you"

He thought for a moment, "Oh! I'm from the Fernandez family"

"I never heard of you"

"Ah, that's okay my family isn't as important as yours" Antonio laughed and Lovino frowned. He was beginning to hate this kid. For no reason. He wasn't down with the whole cheery personality and vibes this 'Antonio' kid was throwing at him.

He pushed his chair with much force and began to storm away. He wanted his father. Now where was he? Lovino stormed out of the dinning room when he noticed his father was no longer sitting at the table. He took a glance back and saw that Antonio was quickly trying to scramble out of his seat. Also he noticed his servants quickly escorting the children out of the room and into the kitchen. That was odd.

"Eh! Where are you going!" Antonio called from behind, trailing after him.

"Away from you, you wriedo"

Antonio frowned and caught up with the fuming Italian "That's so uncute"

Lovino adruptly stopped and Antonio crashed right into him, Lovino turned, "What are you saying I am so cute!"

Antonio crossed his arms across his chest "Nu-uh not when your acting like this"

"Yea-huh!"

"Nu-uh"

"Yea-huh!"

"Look your doing it again!" Antonio covered his mouth and began to giggle only adding more fire to Lovino's anger.

"Doing what!"

"That!"

A scream broke out through the foyer.

"Ahhh!" Someone had screamed through the dinning hall. Lovino and Antonio both turned as gun fires were shot through the dinning room and men began to surround the place.

"Father!" Lovino made a run for it, but Antonio grabbed and kept a firm grip on his arm.

"Come with me!"

"No" Lovino struggled against his grip. "Letmego!"

"There the boys snatch them and kill them" The two young boys looked up in horror. It was the Braginski's men. Antonio was the first to react. He threw Lovino over his shoulder and darted down the hall. Lovino uselessly pounded on Antonio's back, but as he noticed these men were not his father's friend. He buried his face into Antonio's shoulder and covered his ears to block out the horrifying screams.

"Who are these people?" Tears began to spill out of his eyes, as Antonio took a sharp turn around a corner losing them. The thought of his father being caught in this whole mess frightened Lovino. Where was his father!

They had made it to the end of the hall and the men were quickly gaining on them. Lovino pounded his fist against Antonio's back. "Let go!"

"No, I can't w-ahh!" Antonio recoiled back in pain and dropped Lovino, rubbing is now sore shoulder. Who bites someone in the shoulder!

"I have to fin-" Lovino was suddenly cut off as his back was pushed off the wall. He turned as the wall suddenly moved and then a small square was pushed out. A little girl peered her head out her blond hair covering her face. Her green eyes filled with worry until she found what she was looking for.

Her face lit up, "Antonio I found you!"

"Belle? Ah, Belle ! Please hurry the-" the fire of a gun stopped him from speaking any further. All three looked and saw the men in black gaining on them. Apparently their aim was horrible.

Belle's eyes grew wide with horror. "Who are they-"

Antonio reached for Lovino and threw him inside with Belle "take him Belle and I'll meet you up at our hidden place ok?"

"But-"

"GO!"

Belle nodded and did as she was told and took Lovino into her arms and slammed the little door shut.

That was a sad day indeed lives were lost, families were split but it didn't end there.....

Body after body after body slowly slumped down to the ground as shots were fired.

"My son find my son!" Romando ordered, a malice in his hands. He fired a few rounds before ducking behind a table. His guards covered him heavily. He couldn't see a damn thing. "My son!" He roared again "Find him. Forgot about me!" A couple of his body guards retreated to find the lost boy while some did not budge. And this pissed him off beyond belief. He turned back around and fired a couple more rounds before standing up and running off. He exited the living room area and bolted out into the hallway. Screams were heard all over the Vargas household. Poor innocent lives were being lost tonight. But he knew it was going to happen tonight all the adults did. That's why they had gathered tonight. Even If it meant a great lost. But they were not going down without a fight. Although he thanked the heavens the children were safe. But what about his? Someone had told him Lovino had walked out of the room with another young child and that drove him mad. When he found Lovino he was going to be grounded until marriage. He made a sharp turn and ran into a spare bedroom to reload.

"Father!" He knew that voice, his parenting senses kicking into hard-drive. He instinctively turned around to find his son inside the wall? A tiny door creaked and his head popped out. He was being restrained.

"You can't go out there kid!" struggled a little girl's voice.

"Get back in there Lovino its not safe out here" he ordered. He knew that little girl. She was one of the servants. She was a good kid. Who could surly pack a punch.

"But I want to go wi-" Lovino stopped in mid-sentence his eyes opening with horror.

Romando knew that look and before he had time to respond. A loud shot echoed through the room. As blood grotesquely splattered in many different directions and onto Lovino's face. In complete horror Lovino was stunned, his small hands slowly reaching up to his face feeling the hot liquid drip down his face. Belle who was behind him shut her eyes in horror.

Romando's eyes flew open as his knees gave out and his body crumbled down to the floor. Out of the shadows came Dimitri and his son Ivan.

"I got him da?" Ivan smirked as he lowered his pistol and smiled up at his father who only walked up to Romando and stepped on him.

"I win no?"

Romando let out a grunt of pain as Dimitri pressed his foot down harder and revealed a pistol of his own "You are no more. The Vargas Family is no more" he smirked "and your son is next da?"

BANG!

At that Belle grabbed and shield Lovino's eyes before slamming the small door shut and taking him away.

Cops and investigators surrounded the Vargas household. It had been merely hours ago that the assassination had occurred. The Braginski's were nowhere to be found and bodies laid all across the main foyer, dinning room, ballroom, living room etc. It was a gruesome sight to see. They were even more then shock to see that the Cortes family had been wiped out completely, the head boss, his mistress, and their guards. All gone. Even the precious leader of the Vargas Family was gone as well. Photos were taken and science was involved.

Lovino sat on his porch his arms tightly wrapped around his chest trying to fight the cold and the tears. He had just seen his father be killed in front of him. It was something unimaginable. Belle had left the scene with her older brother who tried to comfort her as she mourned the lost of a friend. Antonio was still nowhere to be found. Lovino had already presumed him dead. Because he was most definitely cornered when they had left him.

"Lovino Vargas?" A police officer asked.

Lovino lifted his gaze and saw the police officer holding a child's hand. The small boy was covered in blood and he was crying hysterically.

"Feli-"

"Lovino, m-mama's dead"

"A tragic accident has occurred at the noble house of the Vargas Famiglia where many were slaughtered by the well-known Braginski's. Where many of the Cortes family's were also found dead and along with Mr. and Mrs. Vargas although their children were found alive. Mrs. Vargas was found at another location near the downtown district were she was shot. Although her youngest son managed to escape and notified the authorities. The boys are being held custody by a friend of the family's and no more information was provided. This indeed was one of the bloodiest battles ever recorded. This is reporter Rose broadcasting live at channel 5 news"

How many years has it been? thirteen years? fourteen years? You do the math. He didn't know and had lost count at nine. What did it matter? The past was the past and nothing more right?

It was bright and sunny outside and birds chirped rather loudly as they passed a quiet and peaceful cemetery. Cars passed by naturally without giving a second glance to the old place. The weather was warm outside and many tourists and locals came out to play, shop, eat, etc. But one man in particular did not go outside to enjoy such festivities. No. He had much more important 'matters' to take care of.

A tall and lanky man stood in front of a large tombstone. Murmuring silent prayers before it. He wore a black suit, complete with a homburg hat. Flowers had already been set in front of the tombstone. He figured his brother had done the good deed. After a few more silent words he had always ended with a "I'll do you proud"

The man's name was Lovino Vargas. He had grown into a handsome man the age of only twenty. Young and fresh. The females would often swoon in his presences. Of course he was quite aware of that, but never paid any attention. He wasn't into 'committed' relationships.

Soft clicks echoed throughout the cobblestone path, as Lovino saw his way out of such a dreadful place. He walked out of the iron the gates and into the busy streets. Where his chauffeur was standing on the other side and was chatting on his cellphone. He to also wore a black suit complete with a shade of sunglasses. It was 'too bright' outside as he would put it. Each girl that passed him giggled with interest, but he was oblivious to such things. He was generally a happy person, but this time he had a look of worry plastered on his face as he beckoned Lovino over. Quickly ending his conversation he snapped his phone shut and looked up at his boss.

"How did it go?" He asked.

Lovino shrugged, "same ol same ol"

The man nodded and opened the passenger seat as Lovino easily slid in. He then jogged his way to the driver's seat and opened the door for himself and settled himself in the already running car.

Lovino could tell by his movements that the phone call he had just received was pretty serious. He waited until they were stopped by a red light to ask the question, "who was that on the phone?"

The man didn't answer and kept his eyes on the road.

Lovino again repeated the question "who was .the.phone?" He made sure to emphasis the last word.

He sighed and lifted up his sunglasses as he drove onto the busy highway. The sun directly hit his eyes making his green orbs shine more then usual.

"Your brother just called and he wants you to see the headlines today"

Lovino grumbled, "Antonio stop beating around the bush"

Antonio hesitated before answering "Its seems that the police has found a trace of the Cortes"

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Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes

To be Continued......

A/N:Roman Empire not Romano=Romando (roll your tongue when you pronounce it)

Belgium=Belle

Yay, new story is all I have to say and this is the type of story that has holes in it, but then it all fits together and creates a BOOM! Climax. 33

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