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The sun was barely coming through the clouds of morning as a single plane flew across the sky. It was warm and it was dry out and there was a woman there watching it fly by with her child closely by her side.
"Rotto..." she said shielding her eyes from the coming sun who looked up at her who smiled down at him and bent down to hug him.
"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity... Oh Rotto... I am so proud of you... this all most seemed ridicules. A child this smart... But..." she held him closer to her so Rotto could feel her beating heart. "I am so proud. Be safe." she whispered as Rotto hugged her back.
"Don't worry... mother. I'll be fine. the nine your old said with the air of someone far older. I don't own much so... I won't have to worry about people taking anything of mine! he assured her smiling peppily at his mother.
No one noticed the car with black windows parked in an empty allay.
No one noticed its headlight suddenly come to life.
No one noticed as it slowly drove up the street.
It was too late for anyone to do anything as a hand suddenly came shooting out of the open window grabbing the boy and the car shot down the partially distressed road headlight blinking out. But one person did. She heard the scream and turned around just in to see Rotto plucked up from the street and shoved into a car. Her eyes wide her face avoid of any emotion other then terror and shock.
"Hey... that woman's following us." the driver said glancing at the mirrors.
The man holding Rotto grinned and looked out the window watching as the woman sprinted after the car. He smirked showing several missing teeth drew open the window pulled a gun out of his holster and shot at her her.
"Mother!" Rotto screamed as he watched her body fall to the ground and tried to pull his way out of the man's grip.
"H-hey! Let me go!" Rotto was shouting kicking his thin legs and flaying arms at the man who was holding him up by the back of his shirt. He glared at him and then at the still smoking gun. It had the insignia of a black rose complete with a snake curling around it.
The man smirked down at him looking quite out of it. He had a dark grey stubbly mess of what we can only assum to be facial hair that appeared to pass for a beard that stuck out at odd angles, pale skin stretched so tightly around the pale grey eyes that it looked like a skull. Black hair hanging all around his face wearing a long grey trench-coat and dark pants.
He looked somewhat foreign.
"Shut up brat! he said in russian and punched him in the stomach.
Rotto coughed up a few specks of blood as he felt the air left his lungs. His small body unable to whistand the blow and saw blackness cloud his vision and he fell limply to the floor of the spacious car.
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"Why...?" came the raspy sickly voice above him. "Why did you do that to mother? Why... did you do this... to me? immondo... Donnaiolo..."
He stared up at the figure before him frowning slightly at that.
He didn't expect that to be the first thing he would ask him...
"You'll find out in time, Rotto." he sighed and the turned his back a plume of smoke from his cigarette cascading into the air and stung at the boy's eyes.
"They'll be here soon..." the man finished leaving the boy once again in painful unforgiving darkness.
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"Rotto! Oh glob Rotto!"