08-12-2014, 05:32 PM
Luciano turned his head to see his Uncle Francesco behind him. He couldn't move - an unseen force kept his legs from walking. Since Sofia's - Stefinia's rather - outburst, people had been ignoring him and giving him a wide berth. No one that he could see had noticed his struggle.
His Uncle wielded the power of the gods. The problem now though was his Uncle could control it and use it at his whim. Fear sank deep into Luciano, but he kept his face serene. His Uncle wouldn't know he was afraid of him.
"Uncle...I was just looking for you."
His uncle gave a grin that made Luciano want to shudder. "Walk"
The bonds around Luciano's ankles loosened enough for him to walk, although. Luciano wondered why his Uncle hadn't killed him while he had the chance, but as he thought of it, he understood. Outside the hospital wouldn't be a good place to kill him.
They walked in silence until they arrived at an abandoned building. The streets were now empty as the door opened without anyone working the mechanism. Luciano's fear deepened as the entered and he was lifted off the ground and pinned against the wall on the other side of the room.
Giovanni moved forward and his nephew's fear was palpable. He opened Luciano's coat and spied the revolver. Giovanni removed it, emptied it of bullets which he put in his coat pocket, and placed the revolver in his belt. He patted Luciano down, removing all of the knives including the one he kept in his boot.
Giovanni did all of this in silence. "So why haven't you killed me yet? Why draw it out?"
Luciano said, his voice emphasizing the fear.
Giovanni smiled at that. "The difference between me and you, nipote, is that I have no desire to kill you. I'll do what must be done though."
His Uncle wielded the power of the gods. The problem now though was his Uncle could control it and use it at his whim. Fear sank deep into Luciano, but he kept his face serene. His Uncle wouldn't know he was afraid of him.
"Uncle...I was just looking for you."
His uncle gave a grin that made Luciano want to shudder. "Walk"
The bonds around Luciano's ankles loosened enough for him to walk, although. Luciano wondered why his Uncle hadn't killed him while he had the chance, but as he thought of it, he understood. Outside the hospital wouldn't be a good place to kill him.
They walked in silence until they arrived at an abandoned building. The streets were now empty as the door opened without anyone working the mechanism. Luciano's fear deepened as the entered and he was lifted off the ground and pinned against the wall on the other side of the room.
Giovanni moved forward and his nephew's fear was palpable. He opened Luciano's coat and spied the revolver. Giovanni removed it, emptied it of bullets which he put in his coat pocket, and placed the revolver in his belt. He patted Luciano down, removing all of the knives including the one he kept in his boot.
Giovanni did all of this in silence. "So why haven't you killed me yet? Why draw it out?"
Luciano said, his voice emphasizing the fear.
Giovanni smiled at that. "The difference between me and you, nipote, is that I have no desire to kill you. I'll do what must be done though."