01-22-2014, 08:59 PM
Giovanni grimaced as Michael told him to take care of Atharim assassin. Giovanni approached him cautiously and the assassin's mouth moved into a smiling.
"Ah, it's you! Now that you're closer I can see it. Changing the hair color and you're thinner than before, Moretti. Your nephew comes for you, and you will soon die like the rest of the abominations."
Giovanni sneered as the assassin spoke his real name. The fear in him turned to pure hatred and anger. Giovanni picked up his pace and picked up the man by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
The air around him became fuzzy and the house was replaced by a desert. His opponent now wore Ancient Egyptian clothing - the kind you would see in hieroglyphics. His face was tinted green and he wore a crown on his head with ostrich feathers on it. He saw the look of fear on the other mans face.
"Your death will come sooner,"
Giovanni said. He understood the words, but he heard them in a foreign language. It sounded like some form of Arabic.
Giovanni continued in the strange language, feeling the power surge through him like never before, "Your death comes now, Osiris."
The vision ended, and Giovanni saw the look of fear and confusion in the assassin's face. Giovanni wanted to tear the assassin to pieces, but he slammed the man against the wall, breaking his neck. He allowed the body to drop to the ground.
He released the power and felt faint, realizing that he had been holding a dangerous amount. Giovanni almost fell to the ground, but caught himself on the wall and leaned against it, panting hard.
Giovanni didn't want to see the look on Michael's face. He spoke a language he didn't know.
What happened there?
Giovanni thought. "It was like a vision, but it seemed more like I was remembering. It seemed so real!"
Without looking up, Giovanni spoke to Michael, "Do you ever have visions, but they seem more real than that - almost like - you're remembering something that didn't happen to you."
Giovanni kept his head down, refusing to look Michael in the eye.
"Ah, it's you! Now that you're closer I can see it. Changing the hair color and you're thinner than before, Moretti. Your nephew comes for you, and you will soon die like the rest of the abominations."
Giovanni sneered as the assassin spoke his real name. The fear in him turned to pure hatred and anger. Giovanni picked up his pace and picked up the man by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
The air around him became fuzzy and the house was replaced by a desert. His opponent now wore Ancient Egyptian clothing - the kind you would see in hieroglyphics. His face was tinted green and he wore a crown on his head with ostrich feathers on it. He saw the look of fear on the other mans face.
"Your death will come sooner,"
Giovanni said. He understood the words, but he heard them in a foreign language. It sounded like some form of Arabic.
Giovanni continued in the strange language, feeling the power surge through him like never before, "Your death comes now, Osiris."
The vision ended, and Giovanni saw the look of fear and confusion in the assassin's face. Giovanni wanted to tear the assassin to pieces, but he slammed the man against the wall, breaking his neck. He allowed the body to drop to the ground.
He released the power and felt faint, realizing that he had been holding a dangerous amount. Giovanni almost fell to the ground, but caught himself on the wall and leaned against it, panting hard.
Giovanni didn't want to see the look on Michael's face. He spoke a language he didn't know.
What happened there?
Giovanni thought. "It was like a vision, but it seemed more like I was remembering. It seemed so real!"
Without looking up, Giovanni spoke to Michael, "Do you ever have visions, but they seem more real than that - almost like - you're remembering something that didn't happen to you."
Giovanni kept his head down, refusing to look Michael in the eye.