Chapter 2, Ladies and g-well more ladies! I got a lovley respone for last chapter, so I hope you enjoy this one just as much!
My name is Lovino Vargas. My name is Lovino Vargas. My name is Lovino. Name Lovino. Lovino. Lovino. Lovino.
I wrote my name over and over again, trying to master the English phrase. My grandfather wanted my brother and I to be well educated if we ever moved to America.
"You are doing well Lovino, you are learning English pretty quickly. Well writing at least, maybe we can start with speaking English after your birthday. Hai capito quello che ho detto?"
"Si, maestro."
My teacher smiled and then dismissed me to go outside.
"Non voglio vederti la tua sorpresa di compleanno!"
Smiling with glee, I turned towards to kitchen and packed myself a small lunch. Just some homemade bread, cheese, and of course plenty of tomatoes. I put it all in a small wicker basket and headed into the nearby fields. I walked for awhile, following the dirt path up to a proud looking tree. I sat down and leaned against it's trunk looking over the valley in which I lived. I could see the grand mansion aways off, but it wasn't to far. I stood up and stretched my suspenders, trying to look tough like my grandfather did. I imagined myself in a pinstripe suit, bossing people around with a cigar in my mouth. And wearing a cool hat that the pretty ladies would fawn over.
A strong wind suddenly overtook the valley, and I tumbled down the hill with my basket, cutting my fantasies short. And scraping my knee as well. Wiping the tears away from my eyes, I picked up my basket. Thankfully only one of my seven tomatoes had smashed.
"Are you Lovino Vargas?" I turned around reconizing the English language and my name. Being asked by a tanned young man, with scorching green eyes.
"Sì, Lovino Vargas" I responded, pointing to myself, not quite remembering the correct phrase to answer.
He smiled at my gesture and pointed to himself in the same way, "Antonio"
"Qual è il tuo cognome?" I asked him, wanting to know more about this strange man clothed in all white. He tipped his head to the side as if confused. I thought it was an adorable gesture, I quickly blushed after thinking that though. He chuckled at my red face, then he pionted at my face and then at a tomato in my basket.
"The same." He said with a smile, I blushed even deeper and looked down at my toes. Slighty frustrated I pointed to myself and said, "Lovino Vargas."
Then I pointed to him and said, "Antonio ...?"
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "Antonio Carriedo" I nodded in understanding. I observed this Antonio's apparell, he wore a white jacket with a zipper in the front and white trousers coupled with white shoes. I also noticed the gold chain that was hook onto his trousers and went into his pocket. I pointed at it, being naturally curious.
"Oh, this?" he asked. Pulling out a golden pocket watch. Gripping my basket close me I touched the watch gently. He suddenly picked me up bridal style and with the watch still in my hands he said the words that would change my existance forever.
"I Antonio Fernadez Carriedo, will let time spin."
There was a flash of light, my stomach lurched, and we were in a spinning colorful vortex.
"Block 7 is open timetraveler Antonio." At the time I didn't know what he had said before or what had just been said by that fake voice. The only English I knew was the phrases specifically taught to me. Antonio fiddled with some dials on his watch so one of the small silver hands could point to the number seven. Insted of the traditional two there were five or six hands on his watch. The colors around us dissapeared and we landed lightly in a white sterile room. Doors opened in front of us all by themselves. I gasped in gleeful awe.
And suddenly the seriousness of the situation settled in.
A wave of panic crashed into me. I tried to be rational and think out the situation, I really did. But, in the end I did what I always do when faced with a life threating situation.
I curse.
Loudly.
"È merda affrontato figlio di puttana! Mettimi giù subito! Io ti uccido! Invio la mia cazzo di mafia a uccidere voi!" I screamed loudly. Thrashing in Antonio's strong hold. Much like the young Greecian who had also fallen for the same fate. Antonio struggled to hold the me as he walked into the main lobby, Arthur stood clapping from behind his desk.
"Well done, Carriedo! Nearly flawless, Maybe the tops were right about you!" Sadiq laughed from the entryway to the charge clininc and thew a collar at Antonio. He managed to catch it and place it gently around my neck.
It felt like I had been hit by lightning, a shock had ran through my vocal chords and my throat became dry. There was a light buzzing sound in my ears. Antonio set me down and looked at me worriedly.
"Are you alright, little Lovi?" I nodded the affirmitive, staring down at my toes again.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I could understand english.
"Say something in English again." I said in perfect English. I gasped,putting a hand to my mouth, I had ment to speeak Italian. I tried to speak my home language again, but to no avail, only english would come out of my mouth.
I started screaming. Loudly.
'No they couldn't do this to me! I was going to turn eleven tommorow! This man, Antonio had taken me to a strange place where I was sure to grow up. No fancy pinstripe suits, no cigars, no bossing people around, and definately no pretty ladies.'
I screamed with all my might, stomping the floor, balling my fists, and swinging around my basket. I screamed when the burly Turkish man picked me up by my suspenders. I continnued to screamed as he took me down the right hallway and threw me in the room two doors to the left. I still screamed while I landed on the floor, face first and all of my tomatoes were squashed, And my clothes rumbled. And my future torn.
"Kid!" said a blond man wearing specticales, "You've got to calm down!" I hiccuped and wiped the tears forming on my eyes. The blond man helped, by wiping a stray tear.
"It'll be okay, kid. I've been here for two years and they haven't hurt a hair on my head. Toris has been here at least five and he's fine." He said, pointing his thumb back to a light skinned man with long brown hair. He waved at me politely. I looked around the room, taking in my now roomates. Besides the spectacled man and Toris, there was a Grecian boy who was asleep that was around my age and a boy older than me with spectacles as well with a mole on his face. They all looked absolutely empty inside.
"I don't want to waste five years of my life year! They've ruined me! I'll ruin them in the same way! Did you here that you bastards?" I asked pounding on the entrance.
"I will ruin you!"
My name is Lovino Vargas. Vargas is actually a common spanish surname, my grandfather took it for his own when he started the family's powerful mafia. My first name Lovino isn't even a real first name, anouther gift from my eccentric grandfather. It's a version of Rovino.
The name Rovino means.
I ruin.
I was going to live up to my namesake.
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