〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 94: Mold.

Ostia, Italy. April 9th, 2001.

Binoculars in one hand, turtle in the other, (Y/N) was examining the surroundings. It was necessary to disembark discreetly in order to be able to steal a car and go to Rome. But drunken men were staggering a little further on the quay. The young woman sighed. And after a moment of silence, Mista nudged her lightly in the ribs to draw her attention to two men on the stairs. One was holding the other's upper body in his hands. And the lower body was... Unhooked from the rest. (Y/N) blinked several times to be sure of what she was seeing.

"That's sick!" Narancia exclaimed.

The man in one piece let out a cry of surprise and jumped over the low wall of the stairs. And in his fall, his body decomposed. Immediately, (Y/N) frowned and cocked her head, jaw clenched.

"Stand attack. Stay on your guard. Prepare to defend yourself.

- What?!" Bucciarati said from inside the turtle.

"We've been ambushed!" Mista exclaimed, pulling his pistol from his boot.

But mold had just taken hold of his hand.

"What's this?!" Narancia exclaimed.

"I don't know!" Mista yelled back. "Gotta find the User!

- Stay calm", (Y/N) ordered them.

"Calm?! You're not the one having mold eating your hand!!

- No sudden gesture Mista, I need to understand how this Stand works. Narancia, find the User's position.

- Aerosmith!... Damn! They killed a lot of civilians! Their field of action extends to the whole village!

- They kill without distinction", (Y/N) concluded.

"We're going to have a hard time finding them", Mista added.

"I can't locate them!" Narancia exclaimed. "There are dead civilians everywhere, their bodies are mashed! Better not land Bucciarati! We'll never reach the parking lot up there! Better get away with the boat!

- No", (Y/N) cut him off. "It's dangerous to move without knowing what's attacking us.

- But if we go further, this thing will kill us!"

With that, Narancia turned on his heels and jumped into the boat. Immediately, his body was covered with mold. He shouted.

"My body is infected!!

- Don't move, Narancia", (Y/N) ordered him. "This Stand activates whenever something drops in height."

Narancia shot her a panicked look and Mista surveyed the surroundings with wide eyes, realizing that her theory was surely correct.

"Come up Narancia!

- I can not!! My... My foot!!"

Narancia's foot had just broken from the mold. Without thinking any longer, Mista fired into the fuel tank of the motorboat, which exploded, throwing the teenager onto the dock, back at their side. Alerted by the explosion, Bucciarati climbed out of the tortoise.

"Excellent, Mista! If we stay up high, everything is fine!"

Somehow, Mista got Narancia into the turtle, trying not to make his case worse. Bucciarati continued, surveying the surroundings with his large blue eyes.

"Our current priority is to find a car and leave this village. First of all, we have to go to Rome. We're going to drive up to the parking lot and steal a car.

- Very sexy of you", (Y/N) joked to lighten the mood.

Mista chuckled and tried to stifle it. But Bucciarati remained impassive. He simply took the lead in leading the way to the parking lot, Mista following him. Left on the dock, (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. And from the turtle she was holding in her arms, she heard Trish complaining.