07-30-2014, 11:20 PM
Giovanni exited the job in his new attire, truthfully feeling like a new man. He was holding the power and everything around him was in clear focus. He could hear the multitude of steps on the pavement and people chattering as they walked.
"Luciano you fucking asshole!"
Giovanni heard the exclamation coming from across the street.
Luciano was an Italian name. It was also his nephew's name. Giovanni wondered if the boy had caught up with him and he prepared to fight the young Atharim by preparing some weaves.
More attention was being given to the scene, but finally enough people broke apart for Giovanni to see the young woman screaming at a young man. The boy was taller and had filled out more, but there was no doubt that the young man was his nephew.
"Kill, kill, KILL!"
"A chance..."
Caos and Ordine's arguing intensified at the recognition of Luciano. If the boy had been initiated, he would be dangerous, and if he was this close, the confrontation between the two would be near. Giovanni was determined to fight the battle on his terms.
Slap! The woman slapped Luciano across the face - hard. He heard her mention her name and the pieces fell together. Luciano had used her for sex and forgotten her name. The young man staggered back dazed, and Giovanni couldn't help but laugh with the crowd.
Luciano was a joke and Giovanni found himself wondering why he was ever afraid the young man would find him. As the crowd dispersed and a muscular man pushed Luciano against the wall again, Giovanni prepared a weave of air to encircle his nephews ankles. He didn't hold it tight enough to trip him - only enough to keep him from moving. Luciano tried to step away, but found himself unable to move and Giovanni smiled as the young man looked confused at his situation.
"God..."
The word itself brought a smile to his face as well. Giovanni was beginning to find his strength again. Luciano was weak and insignificant and he would know it before the end.
Giovanni approached a still struggling Luciano from behind as he sent a second weave of air around Luciano's arms and torso - again just keeping it so he could barely move.
"Buon giorno, il mio nipote."
Giovanni whispered as he got close enough for the boy to hear.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jul 30 2014, 11:22 PM.
"Luciano you fucking asshole!"
Giovanni heard the exclamation coming from across the street.
Luciano was an Italian name. It was also his nephew's name. Giovanni wondered if the boy had caught up with him and he prepared to fight the young Atharim by preparing some weaves.
More attention was being given to the scene, but finally enough people broke apart for Giovanni to see the young woman screaming at a young man. The boy was taller and had filled out more, but there was no doubt that the young man was his nephew.
"Kill, kill, KILL!"
"A chance..."
Caos and Ordine's arguing intensified at the recognition of Luciano. If the boy had been initiated, he would be dangerous, and if he was this close, the confrontation between the two would be near. Giovanni was determined to fight the battle on his terms.
Slap! The woman slapped Luciano across the face - hard. He heard her mention her name and the pieces fell together. Luciano had used her for sex and forgotten her name. The young man staggered back dazed, and Giovanni couldn't help but laugh with the crowd.
Luciano was a joke and Giovanni found himself wondering why he was ever afraid the young man would find him. As the crowd dispersed and a muscular man pushed Luciano against the wall again, Giovanni prepared a weave of air to encircle his nephews ankles. He didn't hold it tight enough to trip him - only enough to keep him from moving. Luciano tried to step away, but found himself unable to move and Giovanni smiled as the young man looked confused at his situation.
"God..."
The word itself brought a smile to his face as well. Giovanni was beginning to find his strength again. Luciano was weak and insignificant and he would know it before the end.
Giovanni approached a still struggling Luciano from behind as he sent a second weave of air around Luciano's arms and torso - again just keeping it so he could barely move.
"Buon giorno, il mio nipote."
Giovanni whispered as he got close enough for the boy to hear.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jul 30 2014, 11:22 PM.