JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Uranium Horseshoe

#007.5 • Homework

Donald Dollah was born on the nineteenth of March in the year 1995.

For most his early years, he had lived in East Chicago. He was a part of lower-middle-class family, and was an only child with both of his parents.

His father, on the surface, worked as a cashier for an ice cream shop, but behind that mask laid a drug dealer and manufacturer.

Donald's mother was a stripper. She had planned to become something in the medical field, but her relationship with her husband brought her down to where she was.

Despite both of their off-putting professions and the hate they had for each other, they cared very, very much for young Donald.

Donald's father, "Duffec Dollah", valued both his family and drug conglomerate near equally. He only did what he found necessary to survive the world. He may have been evil, but he had a soft spot for anything of his making, that being his children or his products.

Donald's mother, "Mia Cash", was rather reserved and could come off as cold or bitter, though that isn't her intention.

Eventually, in late 2003, the Drug Enforcement Administration would catch on to Duffec's organization and persecute him.

Duffec received the news from his right-hand-man on his landline. In horror, Duffec slowly lowered the telephone. He swallowed, sighed, and pinched his nose bridge before turning around to face his wife sitting at the kitchen table.

"It's over for me, my love."

"W-what? You-you promised we-we'd be safe!"

Duffec's eyes began to water. "Mia, my eternal love, have-have a seat. Right here, on the couch."

Him and his wife slowly walked over to their living room to sit on the red leather couch.

"W-what is it? You have a plan? L-like every other time, right? What about Donald, did you plan something for him?"

"Y-yeah..."

Duffec reached into his trenchcoat pocket.

"No matter the situation you put a person like me in..."

He pulled the safety switch.

"One way or another,"

Duffec quickly unveiled the silencer in his pocket and shot his wife twice in her chest.

"I-I always fa-find a way out...."

She flailed onto the floor like a ragdoll.

...

Duffec stood himself back up. He tried to wipe his tears away, but it was of no good use.

"This... this right here... it shouldn't have happened."

...

"You... you fucking messed it up. The schedule, goddamnit!"

It was at this moment he remembered his whole family hadn't been eliminated yet. He still had his very own creation to kill.

"N-no. I-I... This can't!"

He heard his son's bedroom door slam open.

"Dannazione!" He muttered.

He then did the first thing that came to his mind.

Duffec reached into his top coat pocket, and brought out an envelope. He tore it in half, turned it over and slapped it on top of a drawer. He then grabbed a cheap pen and scribbled his message.