~Outskirts of Palermo, Sicily -1993- 0000 Hours~
"Ah, figlia, it's been too long."
Giulia's only response was a glare that could have melted iron, although pain was evident in her features as well. The room she'd been imprisoned in was unlocked, so that the Alfa Romeo Spider could observe his daughter while he spoke. "Why the long face, Giulia?" Acrisio continued, his hood cocked to the side in what would have been a comforting gesture, if it weren't for malice in his eyes. "Do you miss your amici?" the Spider sneered. "You know, the ones you were supposed to get us information on?"
The younger Alfa Romeo's glare never ceased. Acrisio smirked, gathering himself up, "Or do you miss that inglesi trash we found you with?"
This elicited a reaction from his daughter, as the Spider had planned, and Giulia's fierce look faltered momentarily. Malicious smirk only growing, Acrisio continued," Ah yes, he was your partner, é corretto?"
Giulia's eyes widened slightly, pain clearly reflected in her expression before apprehension settled in, anxiously awaiting what her father would say next. Acrisio did not disappoint.
"You threw your lot in with them, the inglesi, the very ones you were supposed to help bring down…explain that to me, figlia. Your life, your very purpose is centered here with us, and yet you fully immersed yourself into their heinous culture, acted as one of them, befriended dozens of them, especially that idiota McMissile….and betrayed us."
"You deserve to be betrayed," Giulia hissed."I never wanted any part in this. You forced me to join the MI6, and because of that I was able to escape from you….for some time at least."
"Sí, sí, naturalmente," Acrisio said, waving it away dismissively, before locking eyes with his daughter once more. "But tell me, figlia, why did you throw your lot in with them?" as an afterthought, he added. "With McMissile?"
Clearly weighing the odds for a moment, Giulia glanced around indecisively, before drawing herself up and looking her father straight in the eyes, "Because I love him, padre."
"Pff, amore?" Acrisio snorted, before shaking his hood to compose himself. "Well I'm terribly sorry, mia figlia, but besides the fact that you'll hardly leave this bunker, you will never see 'il tuo amore' ever again."
"And why's that?" the Italian spy car inquired slowly. The Spider jerked his hood in one of his henchman's' direction, and the Abarth 1600 pulled a faded sack out of nowhere, pitching it onto the ground before Giulia's tires.
"Because your fidanzato is no more."
Something made a loud clattering sound inside the bag as it fell, the younger Alfa Romeo cautiously rolling up to it, and after a few moments of prodding a detached rearview mirror rolled out. A very familiar mirror, if the 'FMCM' engraved on it meant anything. There were also a few pieces of broken glass, from a headlight it seemed. It was in that instant that Giulia realized what lay before her.
She rolled back in horror, lips moving soundlessly, and Acrisio nodded, informing her unemotionally, "it is true, Giulia. This 'Finn McMissile' is dead."
"I don't believe you," She muttered, brushing a tire against the rearview mirror she'd grown so used to seeing.
"I have no reason to lie to you, figlia," The Spider said, shaking his cab with something almost akin to sadness. "So much like what happened to your mother…"
Gaze rising, Giulia looked up at her father with a mixed expression, wonder and fear present in her features,"W-why, what happened to her?"
Acrisio glanced at his daughter, smirking slightly when he saw that he had her full attention, the younger Alfa Romeo trying deftly not to look down at the mangled pieces of metal and glass beneath her. "I was around your age when I first met her. She was beautiful, a bright red Jaguar, and singer on top of that. You could say that it was love at first sight, or at least it was for me."
The Italian spy car's eyes widened and she bit her bumper in her anxiousness, gaze beginning to slip, glancing down at the rearview mirror and glass before her. Her father continued, drawing Giulia's attention once more, "we soon became married, and before long you were born. I was still the head of the clan, my father long dead for several years already, and yet Clarissa had no idea of my less…respectable endeavors. Well, that all changed one day. "
The Spider's expression darkened and Giulia backed up slightly in fear. His henchmen also seemed nervous. "Un giorno, I discovered that your mother was having an affair with one of my men…and so, in response, I killed him."
Several of the cars behind Acrisio flinched, the younger Alfa Romeo's eyes widening to the size of hubcaps. And yet, the Spider went on. "When Clarissa found out, she was devastated. I interrogated her to make sure that you were indeed mine, before giving her two choices. She could either stay with me, here with all of us—I couldn't exactly just let her go, she could tell la polizia about our various warehouses and such—plus, I do enjoy leaving them oblivious— or she could die like her lover had…" Acrisio gestured to his side, vacant and empty."I think you can guess which one she chose."
The cars around the Spider chuckled, although Giulia's expression conveyed only horror. "Y-you killed your own w-wife?" she whispered in revulsion. Acrisio turned towards her, gaze unemotional.
"And you should take care as to not to end up like her," The elder Alfa Romeo glanced down at the contorted mirror by his daughter's tires. "Or McMissile."
With that, Acrisio turned on his heel, henchmen following as he left his daughter behind, allowing her to cry in peace.
~Parisian Alleyways -2300 Hours- Previous Day~
Chrysler, where was he?
Leland had simply been idling at home, watching a movie with his wife when he'd received a call from Finn. The sports coupe had patched him through, but the Aston Martin sounded, well…god-awful, to put it mildly. Almost like when he'd become drunk at a party after two drinks, and the following day had spoken as if there was a fourteen inch nail cleaved through his roof.
He had given Leland an address, one he recognized from Paris, before the line went dead. The last thing Finn told him had been 'bring guns'.
And so, he and Adele(after telling his wife what exactly happened) had instantly called Siddeley, and the jet met them a few miles away from their home, immediately flying towards Paris, flight laws be damned. They'd landed a few blocks away from the Eiffel Tower, which was close to where Finn was supposedly located. Both cars had searched feverishly through the dark alleys, after seeing that the streets were too crowded, and the Aston Martin would've surely been found easily there.
The pathways were dark, dank and shadowy, Leland cursing his friend for coming this way. He put not only himself at risk, but Giulia as well—
Giulia.
Calling the teal Citroen over the radio, Leland told her to keep an eye out for the Alfa Romeo as well. Who knew what could've happened to them….
As he neared the specific street a few minutes later, the sports coupe called Adele one more, telling her to rendezvous at his current position. Once they were together, both cars drove down the alley, shining their headlights onto the walls around them. Their search came up fruitless until Leland's beam landed on a silvery blue fender, and Adele gasped aloud, rolling back in shock.
The Aston Martin was leaning against the wall, all four tires blown—by bullets, Leland noted—his sides, hood, and even roof incredibly dented, deep indentations running across the spy car's chassis, almost as if he'd been rammed into dozens of times. He had a busted headlight, missing rearview mirror, and was obviously unconscious.
Leland blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Bloody hell."
Figlia-daughter
Amici-friends
E corretto?-correct?
Idiota-idiot
Si, si, Naturalmente-Yes, yes, of course
Amore?-love
Mia figlia-my daughter
Il tuo amore-your love
Fidanzato-boyfriend
Un giorno-one day
La polizia-the police
And so the drama truly begins...
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~Cars 2 characters (c) PIXAR 2011~
~Plot (c) Funkywatermelon~