"There's a new Mafia group that's plotting to take down our territories and the famiglia."
"Hm? For real? Where did you get that tip, Fugo?.",Mista said while standing up from his seat. The clear light of noon hitting his back.
"Base on the intel those bastards from the rogue groups from the old Passione had spewed out, there's this... Organization that clearly wanted to take out this mafia way before Giorno presented himself as the boss. And clearly, our group's intentions and actions didn't get to the good side of that organization not that the old passione have got to their good side either.", Fugo continued with his arms folded obve his chest.
"Rumor has it that they're plotting something big to erase Passione. I mean why wouldn't they? Eversince Giorno started 'cleaning' Italia of its mess, profits from the black market spiralled down.", Sheila E said towards Mista with her dark brown eyes locked on the newspaper that she's reading.
"Do you have any information about this Mafia group?", Polnarreff asked as he moved across the mahogany surface of the study table and beside the center piece of the table.
"Unfortunately..." Fugo said, "All the leads including informants, were assassinated and terminated by this group right after we got the first batch of information. They must've been being vigilant since the rumors about them is starting to spread. Canolo's on his way to gather more information though."
"Do you think we need to get Giorno and trish back from his trip?", Mista turned towards his team mates with his hands rested on his hips.
"No, Mista, I don't think getting him back would just make him an easier target.",Polnareff replied.
"Polnarreff has a point, Mista. Maybe It's best that he and Trish would stay out of Italy for a while.", Sheila E said as she put her hand on to her waist. She moved beside Mista, but suddenly she froze; a stroke of chills landed on her spine as she saw a red lazer dot at his back aiming for his lung.
"M-mista, I want you to move away from were you were standing.", she said towards him as cold sweat ran down on her forehead.
Mista looked at her with wide eyes. Her glance signified subtle panic as Mista did what he was told and then slowly moved away from the window with shaky steps.
"What's happening?" Fugo asked being quite confused of the scene and the sudden tension iin the air.
"There's a lazer target at Mista's back.", She said as she closed the curtains in haste.
"EVERYONE GET DOWN!", yelled Mista as rain of projectiles pierced through the curtains. The whole room were tormented by the force of the attack. The books on the shelves flew in all directions; the Venetian glass scattered all over the place and some found it's way towards Fugo and some hit Sheila E's side.
The glass from the windows shattered into pieces as the barrage of bullets were fired. Mista, Fugo, and Sheila E ducked under the mahogany table inside the room. While the room got a blitz of flying bullets.
"GODDAMMIT!", Sheila hissed as the pain of the hot bullets sting her side. "C'mon let's get out of the mansion before we turn ourselves into one of those Fugo's shirts!!", she suggested loudly while covering her ears.
They all sensed the claustrophobic aura of being watched. They all can feel that there's someone lurking around the estate other than their 'gun man'— they can feel that the enemies have come to bring them down themselves. Even though they are being attacked they can't shook the feeling that this attack is just the tip of the iceberg.
Mista reached for the tortoise and held it to his chest then readied his pistol out of its holster,"We can go to the garage below the first floor! There's an exit route there!"
"That's unlikely!" Fugo said."If they're here to finish us off in our own turf then they must've known the blueprint of the mansion!"
"Then, what should we do smart-ass!?" Sheila E scolded as she scowled towards him. Fugo kept silent with wide eyes as he laid sight of the bullets fired onto them earlier. The disturbing fact is... It's not even bullets they're... Teeth. Real. Human teeth.
Human teeth used as projectiles. Those teeth still has blood in them. Like they are freshly picked out of someone.
"Dammit! We're sitting ducks down here!" Sheila E blurted out as her patience were wearing thin. "Those bastards may have this place on—!"
"Shh! Sheila E. , Hold on for a sec. Do you hear that?" Mista shushed as the barrage of bullets had suddenly stopped and replaced by dead silence. Then after a minute of unnerving silence, out of nowhere he heard some very faint but unsettling hums from the hallway outside. The voice hummed the song 'Ciao Bella' in a slow pace. The fact that they knew the song is about death and they're hearing it right now while they're cornered made the scene looked like it is all planned all along and their pursuers were there to leave no trace of life after they attack.
"Get inside the turtle." Mista said as he placed the tortoise down the now debris-filled carpeted floor of the room. "Get inside now. Quick! Move those asses before that humming bastard comes in."
The humming grew louder and louder as it closed in to the room. The group hid inside Coco Jumbo as they anticipated their 'visitors' . Their hearts raced as they all readied their stands; cold chills sent down on them.
"I don't like this, it's too quiet."Fugo said as he materialized Purple Haze beside him. "I hate to admit it but Fugo's right." Sheila E seconded as she summoned Voodoo Child.
The humming seemed to stop. No noise, no movements it's just them as they breathed heavily inside their hiding place. Until...
"Ugh, what a mess!", a feminine voice said.
"Cendrillion to Di Seppia. Do you copy?" the feminine voice said towards a communicator.
"Loud and clear. What's the status of the targets?" asked the other line.
"The targets seemed to be escaped. There are nobody in here. Just tormented furniture and shit." Cendrillion replied.
"Tch. Sneaky brats. Be on guard. They're just hiding around there. None must be left alive, understand? Especially now that we clearly didn't got them at the first attack. Over and out." the other line ended as the lady called Cendrillion put the communicator away on her belt. She heaved a sigh and then called out towards her partner
"You heard that Cararo? Get your lazy ass over here!"
"Yeah, I heard him, idiota. You don't have to shout." another person called Cararo replied as he went inside the tormented room.
"Tss. Seemed like you missed the targets. Tch. You wasted that Canolo guy's set of pearly whites", Cararo said as he manifested a stand beside him. "Fuck you, at least my stand is useful unlike yours.", Cendrillion sarcastically spat as she moved around the room.
"Oh come on, are you joking? I mean, a machine gun that can turn everything into bullets isn't a bench mark, asshole."
"Hey, talk shit about my stand and I'm sure that your bones will be my next set of bullets."
" Yeah, yeah, fine what ever tickles your fancy sugar tits. Wait, T'fuck's this? A turtle? Oi Cendrillion! There's a weird ass turtle here at the corner of the table."
"Ha? Lemme see."
"Here. It's on a blind spot. No wonder your bullets didn't kill it. Phew, I thought that you just have an eyesight of a geezer and a stand of a fuckin retard."
Meanwhile inside the tortoise, Mista's group were preparing themselves. They knew that the hiding spot has been compromised and it's just moments before their assassins found where they are. Mista aimed at the ceiling where he saw one of the killers eyeing the key.
"A little bit closer idiota...", he mumbled as he prepared to pull the trigger.
"Ha fucking ha, Cararo." Cendrillion spat as she eyed the odd looking reptile on Cararo's hands."Wait... what's a key doing in its back?—!"
BANG, BANG
Two bullets were launched by Mista as the target aligned with his line of sight. Mista smirked to himself he knew it was a clean shot. Swift and precise. But then...
"WAAHHH! MISTAAA!! HELP US!", his eyes widened as he saw his stands suspended... Almost paralyzed in mid air.
"Oohhh... Foouunndd yaaaa...", Cendrillion said with a smirk as she made eye contact with Mista's team inside the key.
"Whoa! That was close! Can you see this, Cararo? Ha! These little shits were with the bullets."
"Tch, those bastards really thought that they can pull a shitty trick towards us."
STAND STATS:
USER: Cendrillion
STAND NAME: Everything At Once
Speed: A
Durability: C
Precision: B
Range: ???
Destructive power: B
Learning: D
Ability: a machine gun like stand that can turn almost everything into bullets or projectiles and can launch them at great speeds.
USER: Cararo
STAND NAME: 99
Speed: C
Durability: A
Precision: B
Range: C
Destructive power: C
Learning: C
Ability: a humanoid stand that can create small elastic forcefields and barriers that can be used to deflect any attacks and Trap projectiles before releasing it back towards where it came from. The user also can place forcefields inside a person and make it expand thus,making it's victim explode from inside out. Though it can only use it once in a range of 3.5 meters.
TO BE CONTINUED...