2p Italy ~ Another Tale of Death

Thursday's Misery

I wandered. Down the hallways with the shining floors, the frames and flowers and countless of doors lined against the walls... and then the lonely, blank echoes of this large house. No one was home. The guards placed outside were statues of flesh, their breath never reaching the interior. So, alone, through my wanders I explored. I heard of a courtyard being somewhere, but I have yet to find where. 

Through my journey, I thought. My memories of childhood... vanished, not even the slightest bit faint. School, which I can no longer go through. The many, many hours I will be left alone as Luciano sits in a classroom. I wonder, does he think of me? I certainly think of him. Really, he's all I want to think about. My other memories are dull and boring. 

Maybe those dull and boring times result to my expressionless exterior. That doesn't explain the emotions that jumble inside, struggling to get free. But I do notice that sometimes... I just snap. I remember it only a few times, though... and those sections of my past are the reasons for my reluctance (however little) to stay with Luciano. I'm going to have to kill at some point... and that results in blood. Blood urges my temptation. No... recently, just thoughts and pictures have been getting out of hand. Reality is unimaginable at this point.

I'm tying to be careful. I'm not sure how long it'll be until Luciano finds out, but I'll watch out for myself.

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Just as I was about to walk home to face Reiko, I got a call from work. Apparently, a teacher at my school is staying late for an important set of information on paper that I should find useful. So, when I was going to try stealth, he spotted me, and it turned into a murder mission. Looks like the bathroom will be of use in this case.

Don't worry, bella, I'll be home soon enough~

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I'm bored. Luciano is late, and I've gotten tired of exploring. I couldn't get to the courtyard due to a few locked doors, which I'm not going to bother trying to open. I just want to have company... and I want to have something to occupy myself with.

Maybe I'll go to school and see what he's doing. I don't have a phone, so he couldn't call me if he were to do anything. So I've decided, I'll meet him there.

~ A T   S C H O O L

~~The lights are off, and I'm standing at the door of the bathroom. The door is slightly open, tempting me, and I can hear footsteps coming my way. Still, I inch forward.~~

I got here, and the school was closed. I found my way around to an open door... But I feel uneasy. I remind myself to be careful, and I slowly walk down the large, dim hallways.

Often, the sounds of running footsteps come to me, and stop here and then. As if someone is hiding. It makes me wonder if Luciano is in danger. I really didn't think so, out of the feeling of 'just because'.

After countless turns and corners, I bump into someone. He wore a suit, and had unkept hair. He was panting, sweating, and looked at me with frightened eyes. But the man was too afraid to speak, as if someone would find him. So he whispered.

"Please help me! Someone is... someone's after me!" he held my shoulders, and I stiffened. "Ple-" I saw a figure approach the corner, and I was pulled behind another.

"Is someone else here?" I heard, from an impatient male. This voice was young... and very familiar. With another word, I should recognize it. But who? Was it Luciano?

My theories were confirmed at his next line. "Dammit. where are you?" Definitely Luciano. However, I didn't dare expose myself.

Luciano left the hallway, and soon his steps were no longer heard. I sat, silently, and listened to the scared man, the victim of my lover.

"He's t-trying to kill m-me! I heard it... he was on the phone and... he snuck up behind me with a knife in his h-hand! I was fast enough to run and hide in time b-before he caught u-up."

I sighed, and looked into his eyes. They were brown. Boring. And his ID tag showed he was a teacher. Boring. However, he held files in his hands, so tightly. I think that was what Luciano was after.

At his moment, I was debating on whether or not to help Luciano, or leave it. Just to act like I was never here. I was worried on what Luciano would think if I got involved, or came here in the first place. Would he be angry, or happy to see me? I certainly did not want to test it out.

Threaten him... force him to say I wasn't here? Is that what I should do? But Luciano's methods may be better than mine. With a sigh, I just sat there.

Waiting. Waiting... Waiting for some sort of noise. Something else to happen. 

But I've been waiting all day... all afternoon, and now it is the evening. And, with a blank face, I whispered into this unknown man's ear. "I was never here, okay?" I said. I won't threaten. I have nothing to threaten with. I only have words. So, I'll cling on to those words, and hope Luciano never hears of my entrance here.

Goodbye, Luciano's victim. Goodbye, hallway.

I'll walk home now, right? Nothing happened.

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And that was what I thought...

But things don't really work out that way, right?

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Luciano, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.