A/N: I was STUNNED when this happened to me. And pissed off. No one calls me a PIECE OF SHIT! NO ONE!
Piece of Feces
Ezio ran around the city of Florence, looking for trouble and money. As any seventeen-year-old would be. And he found it in an easy place.
"Hey, don't I know you?" One of the trio of Pazzi men stared at Ezio.
Ezio ran by them, not interested in fighting them yet. I want a chase…
"Hey! Get him!" The trio yelled and began running after the adolescent.
The teen turned and began fighting the Pazzi. Three punches each, and they were all out. Ezio began looting them of their money.
"Shame on you! You piece of shit!"
The hair on Ezio's neck raised. He stood up and turned to the crowd. "Who called me a piece of shit?" He began towards the crowd, and they dispersed, running. "Who called me a piece of shit? I'm going to kill who ever said it!" He lunged to the crowd and tackled random people who he suspected said the insult. Eventually he grew bored and began searching for money again.