murderous (bxb/mxm)

Prologue

A loud bang echoed through the dimly lit streets of the once quiet outposts of the city. Distant screams filled the air taunting everyone who was unlucky enough to hear them.

The infamous Casino had been a target for attacks previously, but this time there would be no turning back. The inside was falling apart under the rising flames the bomb had caused. Some of the upper floors were breaking down, crushing the helpless guests underneath and in the midsts of it all stood a young teenager frantically screaming for his parents who had left for a private meeting only a few minutes prior to the attack. Tears were streaming down his face while his heart hammered in his chest. There was no way he would manage to get outside if he didnt move now and once he realized the fire was traveling up the wooden columns towards the roof he was standing under he snapped out of his panicked state and forced his body to run. the main door was blocked and the attackers had locked the smaller exits to the casino. His only advantage was that he knew this place better than anyone else and he ran to a very specific janitors closet, praying to the gods that the entrance would be accessible. And it was.

He could see it now, the light of the spreading fire illuminating the thin wooden door. He upped his speed, sprinting past the trapped and burning people, trying not to listen to their blood curdling screams and pleads for help as he ran by. He had to save himself, he wanted to survive. As he reached the door he rammed it with his shoulder, knowing fully well that it was allways locked. Once inside he ran to the back, ripping down an old poster that hung on the wall. Behind it was a small door leading to a crawl space to the outside. Each floor had two special paths to escape any given situation, one north and one south of the building.
His parents had designed it that way knowing fully well how dangerous their jobs were and how often they would face situations where such paths would come in handy, but never in his life did he face a situation this severe and without the aid and guidance of his family. They had a long family history as the main mafia of Italy, so he was prepared for situations like this, but it was always different to think about attacks in theory. Once he reached the end of the crawl space and opened the slightly heavy metal opening he lifted it up and got out.

A few dozen meters behind him he saw it. A tall grey cloud was high in the sky and under it the bright orange flames were clinging onto the once vintage six floor builing with a colorful glass roof. Blue flashing lights could be seen and the sound of sirens now rung over the screams and cries of the once living people inside. They tried to handle the fire, but it was already too late. the right side of the building broke down with force and black ash travled over the floor.

After the building had crumbled to the ground and everything had cleared he got up from his spot on the small hill about a hundred meters away. It was where his parents would have escaped to from underground, where they had left of to. But the hatch remained closed.

His parents were dead.

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It has been six years since that horrible night that still haunts his dreams every now and then. He was only 14 at the time and the tauma would've lasted for a lot longer if he had been a normal child. But he was prepared to not let his emotions show through once the day of his parents death came and he forced himself to grow up to fast. There was no time for denial, anger, bargaining or grief. The only thing allowed to show through was acceptance. And of course,

Revenge.

Since he wasn't 18 yet, his uncle took over as the right hand man of the family, guiding and preparing him for when it would be his time to take over. He was introduced to what others would hopefully nerver experience in their entire life and worked his way up to not only be physically able to fend for himself, but also be mentally able to deal with the guilt of killing. Achieving the right mentallity turned out to be easier than expected after they found out one of their most trusted bodyguards had helped plat the bomb. He tortured him the day he found out, making him reveal that it was a local gang that wanted to take down their empire and that one of them was his close friend so he decided to help.
They all disappeared that day.

And after that point there was no way for the, at that time, merely 15 year old to turn back to a normal life. But he would be able to live on knowing he had avenged his parent's death.

Or so he thought...