This will be the 2nd update after my six months of inactivity. I hope that
no one was too confused by the last chapter, but it was something that I
just felt like I needed to write and get out of my system.
I would like to send out my thanks, to Tio Rank P, Shannon, Boko, Zinic, Lufia2, AngelKitty, Ryu-sama, Kohran, and Wood Elf/Kitty. And anyone else who was nice enough too review this story.
You guys are the best, thanks! ^o^
-Bojack
BREATH OF FIRE 3: UP IN SMOKE! ~The Classing Role Playing Game like you've never seen it before!~
Chapter Sixteen: I Will Break You!
Ginorelli was sitting at a small table in the back of the large room.
Cigarette smoke floated around the area as many people of questionable morals conversed with one another while working out future business.
"Waiter," He called as he held up his hand.
A young man quickly ran over to where he was sitting. "Yes Don?" He asked him courteously.
Bring a fresh bottle of wine, my friends will be here soon." He instructed him.
The Youngman nodded and bowed slightly as he quickly made his way off to the wine seller to retrieve fresh bottle.
The Mob Boss picked up his cigar and puffed on it, then blowing out a stream of grey smoke from his lips.
"Marco!" A heavy voice exclaimed as another man appeared before him.
"Luciano!" Ginorelli exclaimed as he stood up from his table and embraced the man heartily. He then released him and looked him in the eyes. "Come, sit down and have a drink, the boy will be back soon with another bottle of Chateau Brian." He explained as he motioned for his friend to sit down.
Luciano sat down across from his and lit a cigar. "You look well, Marco." He commented.
Genorelli looked at his old friend. "What can I say, the times, they have been good to me." He replied cheerfully. "But you," He began. "You sailed back to the home land, was it as beautiful as always?" He asked.
Luciano laughed happily, his slicked back black hair glistening in the dim candlelight. He smoothed out the creases in his fancy dress suit. "Such beauty!" He replied. "It was just the way it was when we left for this new land over 50 years ago." He added.
"Such memories," Ginorelli remarked. "I remember as a child, no more the four years old, as we sailed from the old port city to our new home." He reminisced with his old friend.
"Yes, my friend, this is truly the land of opportunity!" Luciano replied.
"Only in Windia, may you truly become a made-man!" Someone remarked as he appeared. The man's long brown hair was pulled back behind his head in a ponytail.
"Scorsese!" The two men spoke in unison. Their friend quickly joined them at the table.
The waiter then returned with a new bottle of wine and set down on the table and left, just to returned with five glasses. The three men watched him fill their glasses up and then leave the bottle for them.
Ginorelli looked at his two friends. "My friends, I have news to tell you, some grave, and some joyous." He imparted to them. "As you can see, there are two extra glasses here, but no one to drink them." He commented.
The other two men nodded.
"Why is Puccini not here?" Luciano asked.
Ginorelli looked at him grimly. "A few weeks ago,' He began to reply. "The Feds finally caught up with him." He explained to them. "He was shot so many time that he could barley be recognized when his body was brought in.
"But how?" Scorsese exclaimed.
"I now know that it could have only happened through betrayal." He informed them. "One of our own has betrayed us for blood money." He finished.
"Treachery is the most unforgivable sin!" A new figure announced to the others as he took a sip from the remaining wine glass.
"Who the hell are you?!" Scorsese exclaimed as he and Luciano reached into their jackets.
"No, my friends," Ginorelli implored them. "He is with me." He finished.
The two men eased up and leaned back into their chairs, picking up their wine glasses to take sips from them.
The stranger was covered in a cape the hung over his shoulder and a large scarf that was pulled around his face. His eyes were concealed by a pair of strange dark glasses and a wide-brimmed hat was pulled over his head. "Those who would turn against the man who made him what he is, is the most deplorable kind of person ever." He remarked. He then took another drink from his glass, lifting up the scarf slightly to take a drink from it.
Two other men approached them and stopped before the table. One of them was fairly young with not facial hair and the other had a more worn face with a thick eyebrows and a mustache.
Ginorelli looked up at them. "Vincent." He spoke to the younger man. He then turned to the older looking man. "Carmine." He said, acknowledging the man. "I wish to extend my most sincerest apologies to you both in your time of loss. He then stood up and placed his hands on the older man's shoulders and leaned in so that his mouth was near his left ear. "This heinous act will not go unpunished." He began. "As he was to you, Antonio was like a brother to myself as well." He added/
"Thank you, Don." Carmine replied.
Ginorelli then walked over to the younger man. "Vincent, I know this is hard for you, we all knew how he was like a father to you." He remarked, sadly. The masked man held up the last glass of wine and Ginorelli took the proffered vessel and place it Vincent's hands.
"This would have been Antonio's glass, so I think that it is only appropriate that you accept it, in his place." He announced calmly as he placed the glass firmly in the young man's hand.
Vincent hesitantly took a drink from it.
Ginorelli then turned to address the group. "Unfortunately, after giving this much thought, I realized that our dear Antonio Puccini was betrayed by one of our own kind." He announced to the other men.
Everyone tensed up at this, except the masked stranger, who remained strangely at ease.
"Worse yet," Ginorelli began. "It could only be one that was close to him." He finished.
Vincent looked back in forth from the different men around him. Carmine seemed to start to breath heavily.
Ginorelli began walking towards Carmine as he continued to speak. "Only a man who could get close enough to him could know enough to lead the Feds to him and bring about his death. He looked Carmine in the eyes. "And I think there is a man in this room who can tell us all who it was that did." He added.
Vincent coughed slightly.
Ginorelli turned around and looked at him. "Only a son could get so close to a father to that." He suddenly announced as he turned to walk towards Vincent.
The young man clutched his throat and started to cough roughly.
"A son who would betray the love of a father who took him in when no one else would." He elaborated as he walked over to Vincent, who was actually starting to gasp for air. The man place his arm around his neck and pulled Vincent up against him and whispered into his ear. "You're just dirty snake, boy, that is all you are." He told him as he released his grip on him. He then leaned forwards and kissed him on the forehead. "You are a snake that must be killed with his own venom!" He added.
Vincent dropped the glass onto the floor and it shattered across the smooth wooden surface. He gasped for air as his eyes widened in horror.
All of the others stepped back as they watched in horror at the man before them fell onto the floor and convulsed in agony, until he finally died.
"You poisoned us as well?" Scorsese asked in a panicked voice.
"No, no, no, no, my friends." He answered. "Only this creature." He added as he kicked the dead body on the floor.
"But how?" Luciano asked.
The stranger began laughing.
Gino turned and looked at him. "When no was looking, my 'friend' here, place a particularly potent curse on the wine in the glass, as he handed it to me." He explained too them all. "So the slightest bit of this wine would kill a man in just minutes." He added. "A fitting punishment for a treacherous snake like this." He said as he pointed at Vincent's body as it lay at his feet.
"I called you all here for one reason." Ginorelli explained. "It's time that we routed our enemies once and for all." He added. "The Windian Secret Service has decided to get involved in this, which is something that we must not tolerate." He went on as he picked up a glass of wine and downed in one gulp and then dropped the cup onto the floor- watching it shatter into a hundred pieces.
"Now is the time for us to reap the wild wind and break our enemies once and for all!"
~End of Chapter Sixteen~
===End of Disk 2
===Please Insert Disk 3
Ha ha ha. I like that ending. Anyway, I'll be back soon with the next chapter. By then, the story will be moving along. (I hope. ~_~)
I would like to send out my thanks, to Tio Rank P, Shannon, Boko, Zinic, Lufia2, AngelKitty, Ryu-sama, Kohran, and Wood Elf/Kitty. And anyone else who was nice enough too review this story.
You guys are the best, thanks! ^o^
-Bojack
BREATH OF FIRE 3: UP IN SMOKE! ~The Classing Role Playing Game like you've never seen it before!~
Chapter Sixteen: I Will Break You!
Ginorelli was sitting at a small table in the back of the large room.
Cigarette smoke floated around the area as many people of questionable morals conversed with one another while working out future business.
"Waiter," He called as he held up his hand.
A young man quickly ran over to where he was sitting. "Yes Don?" He asked him courteously.
Bring a fresh bottle of wine, my friends will be here soon." He instructed him.
The Youngman nodded and bowed slightly as he quickly made his way off to the wine seller to retrieve fresh bottle.
The Mob Boss picked up his cigar and puffed on it, then blowing out a stream of grey smoke from his lips.
"Marco!" A heavy voice exclaimed as another man appeared before him.
"Luciano!" Ginorelli exclaimed as he stood up from his table and embraced the man heartily. He then released him and looked him in the eyes. "Come, sit down and have a drink, the boy will be back soon with another bottle of Chateau Brian." He explained as he motioned for his friend to sit down.
Luciano sat down across from his and lit a cigar. "You look well, Marco." He commented.
Genorelli looked at his old friend. "What can I say, the times, they have been good to me." He replied cheerfully. "But you," He began. "You sailed back to the home land, was it as beautiful as always?" He asked.
Luciano laughed happily, his slicked back black hair glistening in the dim candlelight. He smoothed out the creases in his fancy dress suit. "Such beauty!" He replied. "It was just the way it was when we left for this new land over 50 years ago." He added.
"Such memories," Ginorelli remarked. "I remember as a child, no more the four years old, as we sailed from the old port city to our new home." He reminisced with his old friend.
"Yes, my friend, this is truly the land of opportunity!" Luciano replied.
"Only in Windia, may you truly become a made-man!" Someone remarked as he appeared. The man's long brown hair was pulled back behind his head in a ponytail.
"Scorsese!" The two men spoke in unison. Their friend quickly joined them at the table.
The waiter then returned with a new bottle of wine and set down on the table and left, just to returned with five glasses. The three men watched him fill their glasses up and then leave the bottle for them.
Ginorelli looked at his two friends. "My friends, I have news to tell you, some grave, and some joyous." He imparted to them. "As you can see, there are two extra glasses here, but no one to drink them." He commented.
The other two men nodded.
"Why is Puccini not here?" Luciano asked.
Ginorelli looked at him grimly. "A few weeks ago,' He began to reply. "The Feds finally caught up with him." He explained to them. "He was shot so many time that he could barley be recognized when his body was brought in.
"But how?" Scorsese exclaimed.
"I now know that it could have only happened through betrayal." He informed them. "One of our own has betrayed us for blood money." He finished.
"Treachery is the most unforgivable sin!" A new figure announced to the others as he took a sip from the remaining wine glass.
"Who the hell are you?!" Scorsese exclaimed as he and Luciano reached into their jackets.
"No, my friends," Ginorelli implored them. "He is with me." He finished.
The two men eased up and leaned back into their chairs, picking up their wine glasses to take sips from them.
The stranger was covered in a cape the hung over his shoulder and a large scarf that was pulled around his face. His eyes were concealed by a pair of strange dark glasses and a wide-brimmed hat was pulled over his head. "Those who would turn against the man who made him what he is, is the most deplorable kind of person ever." He remarked. He then took another drink from his glass, lifting up the scarf slightly to take a drink from it.
Two other men approached them and stopped before the table. One of them was fairly young with not facial hair and the other had a more worn face with a thick eyebrows and a mustache.
Ginorelli looked up at them. "Vincent." He spoke to the younger man. He then turned to the older looking man. "Carmine." He said, acknowledging the man. "I wish to extend my most sincerest apologies to you both in your time of loss. He then stood up and placed his hands on the older man's shoulders and leaned in so that his mouth was near his left ear. "This heinous act will not go unpunished." He began. "As he was to you, Antonio was like a brother to myself as well." He added/
"Thank you, Don." Carmine replied.
Ginorelli then walked over to the younger man. "Vincent, I know this is hard for you, we all knew how he was like a father to you." He remarked, sadly. The masked man held up the last glass of wine and Ginorelli took the proffered vessel and place it Vincent's hands.
"This would have been Antonio's glass, so I think that it is only appropriate that you accept it, in his place." He announced calmly as he placed the glass firmly in the young man's hand.
Vincent hesitantly took a drink from it.
Ginorelli then turned to address the group. "Unfortunately, after giving this much thought, I realized that our dear Antonio Puccini was betrayed by one of our own kind." He announced to the other men.
Everyone tensed up at this, except the masked stranger, who remained strangely at ease.
"Worse yet," Ginorelli began. "It could only be one that was close to him." He finished.
Vincent looked back in forth from the different men around him. Carmine seemed to start to breath heavily.
Ginorelli began walking towards Carmine as he continued to speak. "Only a man who could get close enough to him could know enough to lead the Feds to him and bring about his death. He looked Carmine in the eyes. "And I think there is a man in this room who can tell us all who it was that did." He added.
Vincent coughed slightly.
Ginorelli turned around and looked at him. "Only a son could get so close to a father to that." He suddenly announced as he turned to walk towards Vincent.
The young man clutched his throat and started to cough roughly.
"A son who would betray the love of a father who took him in when no one else would." He elaborated as he walked over to Vincent, who was actually starting to gasp for air. The man place his arm around his neck and pulled Vincent up against him and whispered into his ear. "You're just dirty snake, boy, that is all you are." He told him as he released his grip on him. He then leaned forwards and kissed him on the forehead. "You are a snake that must be killed with his own venom!" He added.
Vincent dropped the glass onto the floor and it shattered across the smooth wooden surface. He gasped for air as his eyes widened in horror.
All of the others stepped back as they watched in horror at the man before them fell onto the floor and convulsed in agony, until he finally died.
"You poisoned us as well?" Scorsese asked in a panicked voice.
"No, no, no, no, my friends." He answered. "Only this creature." He added as he kicked the dead body on the floor.
"But how?" Luciano asked.
The stranger began laughing.
Gino turned and looked at him. "When no was looking, my 'friend' here, place a particularly potent curse on the wine in the glass, as he handed it to me." He explained too them all. "So the slightest bit of this wine would kill a man in just minutes." He added. "A fitting punishment for a treacherous snake like this." He said as he pointed at Vincent's body as it lay at his feet.
"I called you all here for one reason." Ginorelli explained. "It's time that we routed our enemies once and for all." He added. "The Windian Secret Service has decided to get involved in this, which is something that we must not tolerate." He went on as he picked up a glass of wine and downed in one gulp and then dropped the cup onto the floor- watching it shatter into a hundred pieces.
"Now is the time for us to reap the wild wind and break our enemies once and for all!"
~End of Chapter Sixteen~
===End of Disk 2
===Please Insert Disk 3
Ha ha ha. I like that ending. Anyway, I'll be back soon with the next chapter. By then, the story will be moving along. (I hope. ~_~)