White Flag

Luciano

And he kept running.
He kept running away from his fear, from his brother, from faith.
Boy, did he run.
Feliciano ran into the forest near Lovino's town. He hid under a tree and panted, out of breath. He covered his mouth, stifling a scream. He had just killed his brother.
MURDERERMURDERERMURDERERMURDERERMURDERER--
STOP!
He was battling himself at this point. He was a cold hearted killer and he knew it. And Feli hadn't killed a random person--no, he had killed his brother, his fratello. Poor, poor Lovino. Feliciano realized he couldn't have done it. He was too far away from the church. But so was Antonio--how did he find out? Thoughts were buzzing around in his head like a million bees. He didn't even know how to feel about this anymore. Saddened? Worried? Enraged?
       The man decided to push away all of the buzzing bees and focus on what was happening right now. Let me in, he heard in the back of his mind. I can get you out of this and find Lud's killer. You don't have to feel this way anymore, Feliciano.
      This voice needed to be named. Feliciano remembered--when he was about ten, he was told his name was originally planned to be Luciano, but because of his mother's first looks at him, she named him Feliciano instead.
       Luciano.
       Yes, that would be his name.
       Feliciano was loosing hope. He would need to take on a new name anyways, just to get away from this mess...
      And he needed to find Ludwig's murderer...
      His lips once again pulled back into a snarl.
      And so he let Luciano in.