DISCLAIMER *clears throat* I DONT OWN SHIT
1 year. That's how long it's been since I came home. 1 year and I'm still not used to the peace. Peace yeah ok what a joke that is. You know it makes me feel almost as if all the fighting was for nothing. But that's enough of the sad stuff for now.
My name is Enzo Giordano and before you even ask yes I'm Italian as hell. I was born in Italy but moved to America at the age of 12, skated through high school and graduated with a 2.3 gpa so it was pretty clear college was out of the picture. Plus the fact that I was a 19 year old with a terrible case of wanderlust deterred me from learning a trade or something similar. And so at 19 I made the decision to join the Marine Corps. Yay fun. If only I knew just how I would get to see the world, and so at 19 I found myself in the Afghan mountains. At 19 I had seen more than most middle age adults. Afghanistan had this way of degrading you and at first I thought it was just physical. Oh how innocent I was. I remember it perfectly rolling through a small town in a convoy of humvees and 7-tons I was on the 50 cal mounted to my humvee. We had all been there for 3 months and were supposed to be going back to Pendleton in 6 more months. Anyways as we were driving down the road we heard shouting in Arabic I turned the gun to see 5 men in black robes with beards and AK-47s and several people on their knees with bags on their heads. What happened next was sickening all 5 men opened fire on the people before I had a chance to break out of my stupor. Shouting down to my vehicle commander I asked.
"Do we have positive id?". Stupid fucking rules of engagement. As I finished that thought I heard him call up to me to fire without thought or remorse I opened up on the 50 and began to "suppress" the enemy(A/N if you get that have a cookie (:)) each round ripping through their flesh causing chunks of flesh and sprays of blood to fly in all directions. I even felt a few pieces of the closest guy hit me whilst another had his arm torn clear off. The things I saw that day were nothing compared to what I would see and do but even still after that I couldn't sleep for a month and it is still one of the many nightmares that plague my sleep.
Well anyways that's a little bit about me. Compared to my as some would say exciting past my life now is relatively simple aside from the fact college is hard and my raging fear of fireworks and cap guns. That being said today was a normal day just like most I woke up at 6 went to the gym. Today was chest day so I was in an amazing mood because fuck yeah chest day. After that I started heading back to my dorm to shower.
However on the way I smelt something all too familiar the smell of... burning human flesh? Mio Dio what the fuck is making that? I followed the smell to an alleyway and what I saw had no explanation. I saw a creature with blood red skin and pitch black eyes with long arms that looked as if you had stretched skin over the bone and nothing else which ended with gigantic hands with equally large claws on each finger. This things face had no nose but a massive lipless mouth that had 6 inch long teeth jutting out of it and there was a thick black liquid slowly leaking from its mouth. Mio Dio! This is it this is how I die at the hands of some malformed demon. Well at least I got to confession the other day (yes I'm Catholic I'm Italian what did you think?). So I guess it's not all bad no more nightmares or ptsd and sleepless nights. Finally peace. Looking back to the demon I saw that it had taken notice of me and was moving towards me. Well if I die here I might as well try to fight this thing who knows the claws could just be for looks. As it took another step forward I decided to act running forward I slid between its legs hoping to be able to jump on its back but this thing was inhuman fast and as I went to jump on it it had already turned around and swiped it's claws at my face opening 4 deep gashes across my face that felt like someone had set my nerves on fire and poured paint thinner in the gashes. I also realized I couldn't see out of myleft eye. As my hands flew to my face to staunch the bleeding to no avail I felt an empty socket where my eye was. Stumbling backwards I fell to my ass as I did I caught sight of an eye on the ground. Huh so that's where it went? Pushing that thought aside I needed to find something to defend myself with. Looking around I found the ground was void of useful objects. Meanwhile the demon was still approaching me. Seeing this I began to crawl backwards with one hand the other still clutching my face. Then I felt I a gift from God. A brick. Perfect if I can hit in the head I might be able to do some damage. Just as i made this discovery the creature was bearing down on my reaching for my throat with its lanky arm. With unreasonable amounts of strength it picked me up all too easily holding me in front of it's face. Seeing my chance I swung the brick with all of my strength but as the brick made contact with its head the strangest thing happened. The brick had exploded into a fine powder.
"Merda." I said flatly. But before I could do anything else the demon spoke.
"How impudent." I said devoid of any emotion. Once again before I could respond I felt a brief pressure on my neck then darkness.
When I open my eyes I was greeted by a blinding light and a deep rumbling voice.
"Hello son." The voice was disembodied but before me stood a man at least 7 foot tall. Who was built like the rock with blood red eyes but most startling was the pair of blindingly white wings sprouting from his back. He was wearing pitch black armor that looked like it belonged to a medieval knight with a long cape the color of dried blood. Also son? He doesn't even look Italian. If he's my dad I'm Jotaro kujo
"I can assure you that this is no joke. Also is that a reference to a show you watch who is this Jotaro?" Hearing this all confusion and sadness at my death vanished. I completely lost my shit. I mean I was rolling around crying laughing you literally can't make this up.
"What is so funny?" He asked genuinely confused.
"Nothing." I said sobering up. "Aside from your claim to being my father being impossible I know my father..." I trailed off as I witnessed him morph int my 6'2 curly haired Italian father.
"Is this form more familiar my son?" I was literally speechless I've seen impossible things in the Middle East but this is a whole new level.
"Enzo, I was sent here by my father your grandfather to tell you that while you may have perished now is not your time. You are need in a time that has already passed. Have faith God will protect you. And remember, all will be revealed my son." Before I could say anything i was consumed by a blinding light. Damn I'm getting sick of being cut off like damn. Anyways it suddenly felt like I was being ran through a blender without blades and then flushed down a toilet. Then, out of nowhere it stopped. What Happened next was confusing as hell even more so than everything else. I woke up. Ok let me clarify. I woke up in my room in my parents house in Boston. The last time I was living there I was 18. Che cazzo. I rolled out of bed and noticed something terrible. I was short. Like barely 5'3 short. Looking in the mirror was the nail in the coffin. I looked like I was fucking 13
"This really sucks."
A/N: I plan on updates as fast as possible while keeping them from being complete ass but no promises also please lmk what you guys think and feel free to give me ideas and advice. Also thanks for reading