Luciano stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the campsite. A small group of about 10 men were fighting like stray over the rabbit. His eyes flashed around the area looking for Rosita. It took a few seconds, but he found her lying on the ground on the other side of the men. She was not dead, just unconscious. Luciano held the knife firmly in his hand. He was willing to shed blood if he had to.
A couple of the men in front of him began to throw punches. A few moments later, they all joined in. This was his opportunity. Luciano ducked behind some bushes and began to run along the street. When he got a little bit further down, he crossed the road, praying that nobody would spot him. Once he was safely on the other side, he continued to run towards her. There was a jolt of relief when he saw she was breathing, and her eyes were towards him. He whispered her name hoping she would hear him. Unfortunately, her excitement was not returned. Her eyes were wide with fear and she began to shake her head slightly. Luciano had just begun to reach out for her.
"Luciano, run." She hissed. Before he could react, something hit him in the back of his head. He lay almost unconscious on the ground. His vision was a blur as the earth spun beneath him. A force lifted his body into the air and held him to the spot. The crowed of men gathered around him and stared at him. When he tried to move his feet, he realized that they weren't touching the ground. He let his head fall backwards and squinted in the sun to see what his restraint was. A large man was holding him to the spot. He had greasy black hair and brown eyes filled with hate.
"What should we do with him?" One of the men asked.
"We should just shoot him like the rest." A different man suggested. He got smacked in the back of the head by a slightly taller man.
"Nah, he might be of use to us." He said with a smirk.
"Now boys, did you honestly think you would make plans without me?" A new man walked towards the crowed. It was obvious that he was the leader with the amount of respect the others had given him.
"Sorry boss, we were just getting too far ahead of ourselves. It won't happen again." The first man said. The others mumbled apologies and backed away.
"Let me see our newest prizes." The man walked over to Rosita first. "Well damn, isn't she a doll. You haven't laid a finger on his poor girl have you?" The man asked as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. The men all shook their heads.
"We know the rules. You get the first time boss." The taller man said to him. The boss nodded and looked towards Luciano.
"Uh oh, looks like she already has a mate." The boss walked over to him and grabbed his cheeks. Instinctively, Luciano closed his eyes. He couldn't let them see who he was, not yet. The boss wiped a finger through the blood on his cheek. "Looks like you have had a hard day. Thanks for cooking lunch for us. That was so thoughtful of you." The boss laughed out. His henchmen joined him. "You know, usually when I tell a joke, people laugh. Don't you think that's funny?" The boss said threateningly. Luciano spit in his direction. Despite his momentary blindness, his aim was still rather good. The saliva landed on the bosses cheek. He wiped it away with disgust.
"Get out of here before I make you regret the day your whore of a mother gave birth to you in a filthy alley." Luciano growled. The men all fell silent and stared at him. The boss clenched his fist and threw it into Luciano's jaw.
"Do you have any idea who you are talking to!? Me and my family practically run this country!" the boss screamed. Luciano smirked a bit, then he started to laugh loudly.
"Oh yeah? And what family is that?" He said, still laughing in the mans arms. He felt the hand of the boss close around his throat.
"The Moretti family." the boss said sinisterly. "I am Alberto Moretti and you and your family answer to me, bombs or no bombs!" The boss yelled. All of the other men were backing away with fear. Nobody made the boss angry and lived. They didn't want to have to clean up the blood.
"Oh really? If you are that powerful, then why are you living on the streets, forced to spill the blood and eat the flesh of the innocent." Luciano opened his eyes and glared at him. The boss looked up at him, frozen with shock and fear. "Now, let me tell you about my family. Nobody owns us. We are as free as we can get, and we don't need pathetic pieces of scum like you to give us orders." Luciano forced his arms outward, breaking the larger mans grip. He reached into his pocket for the knife. The moment he had his blade drawn however, the mob all brought out guns.
"Luciano, don't get yourself killed!" Rosita called out. The man nearest to her kicked her side to silence her. Luciano's magenta eyes turned dark with anger. He raised his arms into the air in front of them.
"Do it. Shoot me here and now. Just know this, he who fires the first bullet will be the first to fill these streets with blood." Luciano threatened.
"Hold on, before I kill you, tell me this. What is your family name that makes you think you are so special?" Alberto glared at him, gun cocked and ready to fire.
"Vargas family." Luciano said with a smirk. "Luciano Vargas." The boss froze for a second when he heard the name. It was familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it. He gave up trying to think and snapped his fingers. Explosions from the guns rang through the streets. Bullets ripped through Luciano's flesh, splattering blood around him. The last thing he heard was Rosita screaming. He lay cold and lifeless on the ground. The mob laughed and put their guns away.
"Well then, there is one less piece of trash on the streets." Alberto walked over to the fire and grabbed a stick. He ate the rabbit while his men watched, pained with hunger. They were too busy distracted by food that they didn't notice Rosita. She began to crawl over to Luciano weakly, tears streaming down her face. When she reached him, she put her hands and head on his chest.
"Please wake up." She whispered. His face was beginning to pale. "You have to wake up, you idiot." She sobbed into his shirt. Without warning, Alberto dragged her away from the body.
"Now now young lady, we don't want those tears to spoil that pretty face of yours." Alberto said harshly as he wiped the blood off of her face. "He is nothing but dead trash, but you however are still alive, still breathing, and still young. How about you let me show you just how alive you really are." He whispered as he reached a hand up her shirt. It was as if she had been shocked back into reality. She swung her hand around, slapping him across the cheek.
"Get away from me you disgusting snake!" She cried out. Before anyone could react, she ran over to Luciano's body and grabbed the knife. "Stay the hell away from me." She quickly crouched down like Luciano had been when he was hunting for the rabbit. The men quickly had their guns aimed for her head.
"Boys please, this young doe is frightened. We just need to put our weapons away, and eventually she will come around." Alberto said with a smirk. "Here, I will be the first to show that we are on good terms with her." He took the knife and grabbed her arm. Roughly, he began to drag her towards a house. She screamed and fought against him but was no match. The men watched excitedly, laughing and cheering him on.
"LUCIANO WAKE UP YOU DUMB ASS!" She screamed at him. The men laughed harder at her. Alberto brought his hand down on her cheek, knocking her head to the side.
"He is dead and he is never going to wake up to you ever again, sweetheart." Alberto growled. Suddenly, the men stopped snapping. There was a strange cracking sound coming behind them, and the sickening sound of tearing flesh. Luciano's body was twitching violently. A few of the men took one look at the body and ran to the bushes to puke. "How did the rats get to him so quickly?" Alberto said disgusted. Suddenly, the twitching stopped.
"Luciano, please, please wake up." Rosita whispered. Alberto was too distracted by the horrific sight to hear her. Slowly, his body began to swell up. Only a few of the men could even watch at this point, the others were all getting sick. The holes in his skin were beginning to close, and the body moved back down. Then, it moved back up. He was breathing. Rosita had tears of joy streaming down her face. The few men who could watch were petrified with shock and awe. Luciano gasped and sat up, panting like he had just won a race.
"You know that feeling when you have a dream that you are falling and just before you hit the ground you wake up? Well imagine that, only with a gun." Luciano told them as he stood up. He began to pop his bones and stretch his muscles. "Damn, dying is exhausting." Luciano looked at Rosita. "What are you doing all the way over there? Come over here instead." He waved his hand for her to join him. As quick as she could, she ran over and hugged him tightly. He winced a bit and put a hand on her back. "C-careful, I'm pretty sore." He winced some more.
"I knew you couldn't be dead." She said as she hugged him tighter, ignoring his pain, then she backed away and slapped him across the cheek. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" She screamed at him. He rubbed his cheek and looked at her, a bit scared.
"Hey, I can't help it if it takes awhile to heal a bullet... wait... hold on." Luciano began to cough violently. Something was trapped in his lungs.
"Are you okay?" Rosita asked quietly. Luciano shook his head and coughed harder. A few seconds later, a few bullets clinked onto the streets.
"Okay, that's better." He said as he popped his neck. "Now, where was I before I was rudely interrupted? Oh yeah, who gets to die first." Luciano cracked his knuckles and stared at the men. Each one of them was shaking with fear. One man even had to hide his wet pants. "No volunteers? Oh well, you will all meet the same fate eventually." He said with a cruel smirk.
"W-What the hell are you standing around for, kill him." Alberto said as he snapped his fingers. The men didn't move. They were frozen to the spot. "Can't you stupid fucks hear me? I said kill him!" Alberto snapped again.
"Boss, he has pink eyes." One man said quietly. Luciano's face became red with anger. He took a new knife from his pocket and ran at the man. The next time he looked down, there was a knife handle deep in his stomach. He coughed up blood and fell forward.
"My eyes aren't pink, they are magenta." He growled. He dragged the blade upwards, spilling blood onto the ground, then kicked him off the knife.
"Um, Luciano, magenta is a shade of pink." Rosita said quietly.
"I don't care, I'm pissed off!" Luciano yelled. Alberto glared at him and raised his gun.
"Now I remember. You wouldn't happen to be related to Feliciano and Lovino Vargas would you?" Alberto asked as he pointed the gun at his head.
"I don't know anyone named Lovino, but Feliciano? We are a lot closer than you might think." He said as he raised the knife.
"Well well well, looks like we caught ourselves a little country. Too bad all of them are dead. You must be the last one. Oh well, we will send you back to your friends soon enough." Alberto snapped his fingers again. Almost all of them men charged towards him. The only ones left with Alberto was the large man with black hair and a shorter man with blond hair and sunglasses.
The battle was a massacre. None of the men stood a chance against Luciano. If they were lucky enough to cut him, it was healed only a minute later. Blood filled the streets just as he had promised before he was shot. The bodies piled up and one by one, Alberto's army began to shrink. Within a matter of minutes, Luciano had won the fight. His body was drenched in blood as he began to walk towards Alberto.
"You are next." He growled. His eyes were dark with rage and fury of an entire nation once ruled by the mafia's injustice.
"No I'm not." Alberto snapped his fingers and the large man stepped forward. The bond man tried to tell him something but Alberto slapped him across the face. "Bruno, kill him!" He shouted. The large man ran towards Luciano with brass knuckles on, but his bulk made him slow. Luciano ducked down and grabbed his legs. As if he were light as a feather, Luciano lifted him into the air and slammed him down on the hard ground. His neck cracked and he died instantly.
"Are you going to send down your next clown or fight me like a man?" Luciano smirked as he began to walk towards Alberto. The boss was scared now. He only had one last trick up his sleeve. He grabbed the blond man and pushed him forward.
"Go, you are my last hope. Exterminate that vermin." Alberto ordered. The blond moved towards Luciano calmly. He whispered something softly.
"Speak up, I want the world to hear you beg for your life." Luciano growled and prepared his knife.
"I said, I am not going to fight you, brother." The blond said. Luciano stopped and stared at him. Slowly the blond reached up and took off his sunglasses. He had ruby red eyes and when he messed with his hair, he had a long curl coming from the right side of his head. "We haven't met in these bodies yet but, when I was reborn, I had this picture in my pocket." The blond reached an arm out to Luciano and handed him a picture. It was his old self with a man looking only a few human years older than him. The only difference between the blond before him and the man in the picture was eye color and hair color, just like Luciano and his old self.
"I-I... I don't understand." Luciano stammered.
"My name is Flavio Vargas. I am southern Italy." He pulled out a separate picture of just his old self. Luciano took it and turned it over. He read the back to himself silently. Lovino Vargas, Southern Italy. Luciano felt his knees go weak as he looked at the picture.
"You and me a-are... we're brothers?" He looked at the other man shocked. Flavio nodded slowly and smiled a bit.
"Yeah, its a bit of a shock for me too. I had no idea at first, but then you broke Bruno's grip and said your last name was Vargas. I still had to be sure so I waited until I could see your eyes. I'm glad I did. A fight between two nations? That would have lasted awhile." Flavio let out a small warm laugh.
"Enough with the sentimental bull shit! Flavio, kill him!" Alberto screamed. In a split second Flavio turned his gaze and fired a bullet into his head.
"I was meeting my brother you sick bastard." Flavio glared at the dead body. "Sorry about him. As of today, I am officially resigned." Flavio turned back towards his brother. "And who is this enchanting young woman?" Flavio said as he grabbed Rosita's hand gently. "Hello my darling. You are more lovely than the freshest rose in a sea of average daisies in the springtime-" Flavio's flirting was cut off by his brothers hand hitting him in the back of the head.
"Back off asshole, she is taking me up north." Flavio rubbed the back of his head.
"Sorry for trying to get acquainted." He huffed. "Why are you trying to get up north? You should come down south with me. I am trying to make my way down to Naples. That was where I was reborn. Unfortunately, those thugs and ruffians scooped me up before I could protest and I have been stuck with them ever since. It has been a long journey but it lead me to you little brother." Flavio said happily as he forced him into a hug. Luciano screamed and tried to break free, but even with his strength, he couldn't escape the hug of death.
"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Luciano screamed. Flavio laughed and let him go, making him fall on the ground.
"Aw, sorry little brother." He said helping him up. Luciano glared at him. He was about to hit him when he heard someone laughing. Rosita was on the ground rolling with laughter at the two brothers. The two stared at her for a few moments. Flavio then joined her and busted out laughing. Luciano stared at them and raised an eyebrow.
"You two are so weird." He crossed his arms.
"Its okay Luci, someday that bug up your ass will die and then you can be happy too." Flavio laughed.
"I hate both of you." Luciano mumbled and stared off to the north. There was something bothering him. Something wasn't quite right, but that wouldn't stop him. He had to get up to the north, and nothing was going to stop him.