Lovino started walking, wondering how the hell he was going to go up the latter carrying another person but thinking it would be best to worry about that when he got there and deal with what he needed to do instead. "You don't talk much do you?" he asked his voice low as he tried to get himself the fuck out there before the rest of his men came to collect Shelon's body.
"Start with you told me not to…. End with I don't have much to say…" He said softly, his eyes unseeing of the horror around him. Women and children lay skewed around, bodies everywhere. All he knew, was he smelled blood… And death… He hated the stench of death.
"Only because I didn't want you to talk and then to hear you over the radio. I also would have expected for you to I don't know… Scratch and hit my and call me a murderer before running and hiding. Not that I would blame you of course. But then again if you did do that I would have to shoot you…" He mumbled that last part as if a mere thought to himself as he walked on shifting the weight of the others arm over his shoulder so that it would be more comfortable before continuing on, "and anyways… What is your name?" he asked.
"I was…. Called Antonio… I don't have a name anymore… After you become undesirable. You lose all traces of humanity. Including a name." He said softly, he didn't expect the other to understand. Why would he? The other male didn't really have to worry about living. He was 'desirable'. Antonio was not.
Lovino winced before saying "look I'm sorry… Though I know what that feels like, it fucking sucks doesn't it?" Lovino once again repositioned Antonio which was quite easy since the other was so light. Which wasn't a good thing considering how tall he was and his approximate age… "You probably actually know my name already but allow me to put the name to the face… My name is Lovino Romano Vargas and I am in charge on taking care of the undesirables." He stated coldly. Introducing himself was one of his least favorite things in the world to do, especially right now.
He chuckled softly, a sad look in his mind. He wondered if the other noticed how ironic his statements were. He was blind. Did the other not realize that… Was he oblivious to it? The other male wondered silently.
"You know usually someone would flip out at that statement. Considering I am the whole reason all your friends and family are dead right now. But not you. What did they get on your nerves a lot or something?" He asked.
"I didn't have family or friends down here. Everyone hated me, treated me as if I had a disease. No one cared if I died" He responded, humor not even hinted in his voice.
"Well it sucks for those damn bastards because you're the only one left alive." Lovino remarked. "Besides why would they treat you like that aren't you all outcasts down here? Isn't that kind of the point? Having outcasts from the outcasts just seems confusing. Not that I really have a right to make a comment on that though considering my position in this world." He rambled.
He shrugged some. "It doesn't matter… I don't have the… energy… to ponder like you do… Must be nice…." He said with a sigh as he coughed blood onto the ground in front of him.
"I wish I didn't have the time to ponder or think or whatever… I just do. Whenever I'm left alone or am doing something my thoughts seem to run away with themselves. It's not that great of a thing you know. There are just somethings you don't want to ever think about but that I seem to think about on a regular basis" Lovino said gritting his teeth as Antonio coughed up yet more blood.
Antonio clenched his hand into a weak fist as pain wracked through his body. He was so exhausted and in in so much pain. He thought to himself it may be better if he was dead. At least dead would not hurt nearly as much.
"Do you think you can walk just a little bit longer? I can try carrying you your light… But would you allow me to do such a thing? I don't want you collapsing on me, Antonio" He inquired softly, actually concerned for the other.
Antonio blinked some, not used to the concern from other people. "I guess…. If you want…" He whispered softly, wincing as he stumbled over a dead body. His body nearly toppled over itself like a stack of building blocks.
Lovino quickly caught the other not wanting him to stumble and hurt himself. In one swift movement he had picked up the other and was holding him bridal style. He would have held him over his shoulder but that would have been uncomfortable for him and he didn't want to make him hurt more than he already was. Maneuvering over the dead bodies that littered the ground he finally made his way to the ringed latter, aware of the voices that were sounding behind them.
He didn't respond, his body too tired and his mind exhausted as well. He felt his exhaustion creeping at the corners of his mind. Wanting him to succumb to them. However, he refused until he knew he was safe. He couldn't allow himself to sleep until then.
"I'm going to need you to hold on to me. I know you're tired but… I don't want to drop you and I need to climb this ladder, okay?" Lovino asked softly
Antonio nodded slowly, he was forcing himself to stay awake and semi alert. As well as hold on for dear life.
Feeling Antonio's grip tighten around him he began to climb the ladder one-handed, keeping one hand around Antonio to ensure his safety.
Antonio winced as he felt the arm press against wounds. It would be too difficult to find a spot on him that didn't have some sort of wounds. His body ached, he was exhausted. His body felt like it was going numb.
After a few minutes of struggling Lovino finally made it to the top and placed Antonio on the ground as he stepped out. He noticed the other was breathing heavily as he picked him up again and started off towards the direction of the base, hoping they wouldn't get caught.
Antonio winced in pain, panting as his body felt like he was on pins and needles. He felt horrible that the other had to carry him. He couldn't do too much though. The silence was grating on his nerves, his ears on high alert for any sound due to the fact he couldn't see. He startled when he heard something fall and clatter.
Lovino turned around at the sound of something clattering and saw a figure trying to stay hidden not to far behind them "motherfucking shit fucks" he whispered to himself, "can't anything ever go right for me or does some dipshit always have to come along and fucking mess it up?!" he said a bit louder before placing Antonio gently against a wall in a sitting position and leaning down to whisper in his ear "stay here alright? I'm going to go take care of this."
Antonio nodded slowly and rested against the wall. He didn't move from laying against the cool wall. He was worried for the man who was taking care of him, he didn't know why but he did.
Lovino walked towards the figure when he recognized the clothes they were wearing 'so he is part of my team… I see what I have to do now' he thought to himself. He continued walking calmly towards the soon-to-be-named-figure as to not alarm them. "Excuse me, would you mind telling me who gave you the authorization to follow me?" He spat out seethingly.
"No one gave me orders sir, I just saw a suspicious figure walking out of the sewers holding another person and was wondering as to who he was holding considering only one of our men got shot and he's still down there. You wouldn't have anything to do with that would you, Vargas?" The voice spit out like acid. Lovino recognized that voice, of course he would he talked to him on a daily basis it was Denis.
Larky he had been part of his team for 2 years and was highly capable. 'At least this isn't going to be boring' Lovino thought to himself.
"Of course not! Me shooting down one of his own men, what kind of person do you take me for, Larky?" Lovino snapped, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible.
Larky made a face of shock as if he were appalled his boss would accuse him of such a thing, "I would never think such a thing. Except of course I do. You know I've been getting real sick of your shit lately, Vargas. Acting like you run the place when really… I could probably take you right here and now and who would miss you? You're brother? I doubt it, and you grandpa probably wants you dead already so I'd be doing them and the rest of the City a favor." he hissed.
"Well that's true but last I checked your whole family was dead. Sorry about that by the way. I guess you could say my finger slipped. Oops." Lovino said smiling slightly at the face the other made.
"Y-you didn't. YOU DIDN'T!" Larky screeched his eyes widening with anger and surprise. Apparently he hadn't been expecting Lovino to say that.
"Oh but I did, y'know when I first got the order to pull the trigger on them it was to help keep you in line but I did it for the fun factor. You should have seen their faces, they were so surprised. Actually they were kind of making the face you're making right now" Lovino smirked, smiling even more now.
"You're a monster you know that?" Larky said his voice shaking slightly. "A monster like you doesn't deserve to live"
"I know" Lovino said sadly looking at the ground. "But then again I don't really want to die either…" He said his slightly happy demeanor back. "which is why I have to kill you too now."
"W-what" Larky stuttered out before he saw Lovino advancing towards him at an alarming speed.
"Your voice is so annoying you know?" Lovino said lightly taking the small knife he kept in his pocket out and inserting it just above the others adam apple and pulling it out along with his tongue. "Y'know I don't usually perform the Italian Necktie but you were really getting on my nerves" he spat as he watched Larky choke both on his own blood and on his tongue. "Disgusting"
Antonio didn't hear the male being slaughtered, or the fighting. He did however hear footsteps moving close to him. He felt a gun barrel being pressed against his shoulder. "You get to die nice and slow, you can watch yourself bleed to death. And do nothing about it." The man hissed as he squeezed the trigger and pain exploded through Antonio's body and behind his eyelids. White searing pain caused him to gasp.
Lovino's eyes whipped around as soon as he heard the gunshot "motherfucker!" He roared.
"I swear to fucking god I am going to rip your head off when I get over there whoever you are because if this bastard got on my nerves just by talking you'd be amazed by what you just did" He ranted.
However, when Lovino arrived. The shooter was gone, there wasn't even shells left behind. It was almost as if it was a phantom gun with magic bullets. Antonio was shaking from pain, the immediate blood loss sending his body into shock.
When Lovino got closer to Antonio he saw that the shooter was gone and that Antonio was shaking. "Shit I'm sorry. Oh god I'm so sorry" he whispered before picking him up as gently as possible.
"I'm going to carry you to my house, we can't go back to the base now. The person that got away is most likely going to be waiting there. But I need you to stay awake. I know it seems like a good idea to sleep right now but whatever you do, do not close your eyes. Got that?" Lovino requested his voice ridden with guilt.
Antonio looked in his general direction, his sightless eyes exhausted. Sleep did sound good... He was so cold, if he just shut his eyes he could warm up while he slept. He thought. He was so tired from the blood loss and the lack of sleep.
"Antonio. Antonio! Stay awake I'm serious if you fall asleep you might not wake up again. So please, please just stay awake for a few more minutes I'm almost to my house and I can bandage you when we get there. You can sleep in a bit just… Just not right now" Lovino said frantically as he picked up his speed so that he was now running. He really didn't want Antonio to die despite him being a stranger he just wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he let that happen.
"I promise I'll protect you." he whispered half hoping the Spaniard couldn't actually hear him.
Antonio didn't respond, he still looked extremely pale. He tried to stay awake, yet it was like his exhaustion was a hand that continued to grab at him. He struggled to stay awake and he was trying hard, yet felt as if he was failing.