Obsidian

{Six🖤}

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My body felt as though it were on fire. I gazed down towards my abdomen to find a three inch deep hole.

A hole!

In my body!

Thankfully, the bullet did not go all the way through, and from what I could tell, all my major organs were still in tact.

But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch.

"You bastard!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, while his mother rushed to my side, throwing her hands around my shoulders.

"lasciala mamma" came the voice of the demon, who had pierced the air and stopped his mother's frantic words. "She deserved it" he added nonchalantly.

I don't know why this angered me so much. Ot was true. I did deserve it. But something about the words leaving his mouth rubbed me the wrong way.

I removed my hands from my stomach and clemched the glock tighter, pointing in his direction. I didn't think twice before pulling the trigger.

A loud scream errupted my chaotic thoughts, followed by a string if colourful curses and Italian words. He didn't react to the silver bullet as badly as I did, but from what i could gather, he had probably been shot before. He stood before me, hunched over, grabbing his shoulder where I had shot him. But the sound of my strained voice made him lift his head faster than i had seen anyone do in my entire life.

"Good. Now we're even" although the burning hadn't quite subsided, it didn't hurt as badly for me not to make a snarky remark. His face contorted into one of pure fury, and the astounding victory I felt at that monent was more than enough to satisfy me.

"Capo! Stai bene?"

"Jesus Moretti. What the fuck"

"fratello?!"

"chiamata Luca and Francesca"

"Boss?!"

More voices came, frantic and rushed, as a myriad of people swarmed from the house. I couldn't make out faces. My vision bwcame blurry, and my body felt as if it were being tied down by cinderblocks.

My knees buckled beneath me and I fell to the ground.

"Stai lontano da lei! Lasciala samguinare!" was the last thing I heard before my senses began to shut down. one by one.

I had no idea what was just said, but i'm sure it wasn't good.

I really should have paid attention in italian lessons in school.

The last thing I could make out before my eyes involuntarily closed was the large looming figure of the demon who had shot me.

I hate that man.

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I woke up to warm air being blown on my face. The overpowering essence of coffee filled my nostrils and I rapidly opened my eyes to see a strange man holding a pen over my face, breathing on me.

"Get away from me" I shrieked as I pushed him off me and turned to the side of the bed, standing.

"Oh No no no no no no no" the man announced as he theatrically made his way to the side of the bed I was on, guding me back to my previous laying position.

"You need to rest and stay laying down for me, okay? My name is Luca, i'm a doctor" only when he said those words to me did I register the severity of the situation. The demon had shot me.

He actually shot me.

I wasn't suprised, I knew he had. I was more confused than anything.

"Why am I alive?" I questioned Luca, earning me a smirk and shake of his head.