The Creation of the Killing Doll Project
Location: Tuscany, Italy
In the Province of Prato came most of the dark side of Italy's weapons. Many of the makers take refuge at such a place to conceal what goes on in Italy. It was a quiet place, the country-side where it was unfathomable for Mafiosi to have come from. There was not a sight of a black car or men in suits, just a peaceful constitution. The Government may not have power in the Mafia although if the developed weapons are found, it would be a sign of World Domination and that would attract all the unwanted attention that are under Italy's shadow. Even the Law Keepers would not keep quite of such threats.
In the underworld, there are a very selective few of the makers that have been known world-wide; Mafia-wise. Two of those makers are notorious enough to get the attention of the strongest Families. Basilio Anastacio and Celestino Frabrizio, the infamous men that made the ever selling Prototype of Mosca. The weapon robot capable of annulations of a whole family, regardless whether big or small. The two took refuge in a castle with the age of the Renaissance painted on it. It was across a pond and on the higher arc of the city.
A pair of wan colored hands that belonged to a well-developed male with aquamarine eyes and hair of the same color cropped half hair defying - half the rest flowed loosely behind his back. He wore a white cuff sleeve together with a black patterned tie and black pants. The male was busy at the study table; his pallid hands sketched and erased continuously on the sketchbook, a design of the finest. Sometimes it would be a weapon like a rifle, other times it would be a machine-more like a robot. This time it was… what could be called a teenage fantasy of males; a draft of a female. The left hand paused, aquamarine specks observed the drawing, debating on whether to make adjustments to it. It was all that, he was obsessed after what Ottavo had asked of him.
His companion who lounged on a couch across from the study table interrupted, "Basilio, wouldn't it be impressive to make something akin to a robot with weapons?" Electric blue eyes sparkled with delight.
"Didn't we all ready make the Prototype to the Mosca Project?" A monotone voice responded with a question.
"That shit is old," a tan hand swayed. "I mean, wouldn't it be nice to have the whole Mafia at their knees just for an amazing tool of domination?" The male stood up and walked towards Basilio. He was dressed in a white lab coat with a flower patterned buttoned up polo along with khaki pants and sneakers.
"You dog, there are sufficient things other than machinery." The raps of the pencil stopped and the sketcher leaned back.
"That's Celestino to you, your Highness." He glanced over the work of art and then, blushed, "Y-You! I never knew you had such a mind!" He covered his nose, crimson substance clearly dripping through.
Aquamarine eyes stared blankly, "What are you going on about? This is not your real live porn fantasy. Are your eyes blind?"
"It's evident that you made something, but can you please enlighten this brain of mine? You're notes on the side are not making sense." He sneered, tissue evidently shoved in both his nostrils.
"The Killing Doll Project." The sketcher answered crisply.
"H-Human weapons…?" He whispered, excitement visibly uncontained. "Damn, you got me there for a second. Fuck, how is this going to happen, King?" Celestino's voice shook as he gaped at Basilio.
"It shuts you up and gives you a reason to work. I am just waiting for the approval of Vendicare on this subject as well as their course of action. Afterwards I would-"
"Wait! 'I'? Don't you mean 'we'? We're partners, your Highness."
A letter soon came to the scientist. "We're given 1,000 participants?" A bewildered Celestino gaped at Basilio.
"That's right. An approval of 1,000 from Vendicare, they already chosen selective people for the project…"
"Che, they picked our little toys. Got any info on which selective test rats?" A folder was thrown to his face. He rubbed his red nose and opened the folder with the other hand. He whistled, "Wow… and here I thought we'd have to do plastic surgery as well."
"Dog, there's a fact that I must tell you before this becomes our workplace." Electric blue eyes blinked.
"Well, fire away." From their bond, the male understood his friend's awkward way of a request.
"I made Gelato into a Doll before the approval." Aquamarine eyes glance at the sketch, his wan hand traced over the female.
"Wait a minute…" A tan hand gestured stop, "You're telling me you broke the law and committed high treason? And most of all, turned your lover into a Doll?! Are you that keen on keeping that woman to yourself?" Basilio glared at him.
"She was shot and brought to my home bleeding out, dying. Are you telling me that any doctor in this city had the power to save her when they couldn't even saved Eulalia?"
Celestino shook in rage, "Shut up." He clenched his jaw and sighed out, relaxed, "Eu- She was caught in my foolishness. That girl was honestly too kind and too trusting. I just left her along for a bit and next thing I knew my place was ransacked and she was stabbed bleeding out. King, what was I suppose to do? I was jumbled up. I ran out the house with her in my arms. If I didn't stay with her- she could have been alive you know?"
"Celestino, now is not the time for regret. I would have been in the same position if Daniela did not smacked reason onto my face." Aquamarine eyes gazed at the sorrowful man, "I am certain that you still love Eulalia. So I will dictate these words to you. 'Please do not worry, do not cry, do not show any misery for what may happen in the future. If you do, I cannot rest in peace then.'"
A rasp chuckle, "Your Highness, it would have been better if you had a voice recording. There's no emotion there!" Electric blue eyes loss their amusement, a tan hand probes for something in the breast pocket of the shirt. The hand appears again and the other hand follows to cuffing for the said something, left hand pauses at the back pocket and then it pulls out a pack; cigarettes. In the right hand's grasp, a small silver lighter. Placing the cig to his lips, "You know since the day that she died… I became afraid of falling in love."
"Enough. Let's go and gather the first hundred on the list."
As directed by the letter, the two found a hundred unconscious test subjects in one of the spacious quarters of the castle. The other nine hundred would soon follow into the other nine open rooms. The housing had separate rooms according to the doors. It went in order of children, adolescents and adults. It had beds, desks, televisions, windows and one ultimate door to the outside world. There was an extravagant bathroom and a massive kitchen portion for all of them.
This time for the Killing Doll project. It cannot be stop or can it be retained. Since it has approved by the Vendicare, no Families are to interfere. Much less are they allowed to take back people who were chosen. The chosen people are chosen from various categories that they excelled or have no experience in. Majority of the chosen are aged less than twenty years old. Less than a quarter of the 1,000 people are aging to thirty. Children were huddle together. Adults all spread about. No one knew one another, if they did, it was only for the time being. That one door is where they were guided to and fro from the experiments. Sometimes the person that was dragged the day before was brought back. Other times… it was not needed to be mention.
The rules were simple for the chosen.
1. Do not go against the Makers.
2. Do not escape.
3. Live until you are 'fixed'.
That was the start of Project: Killing Doll.
