GerIta ; My Type Of Luck, Is No Luck

Bail

  Feli's P.O.V

   For a while, all me and Seborga really did was converse. We exchanged life stories and he empathized for me when I had shared my own. I had found that that Seborga was Italian, couldn't remember his family at all, and wasn't really with his friends who had kidnapped me.

   My kidnappers gave Serborga a home, food, and clothing yet they didn't require him for 'missions' such as the situation I was stuck in. His back story was unfortunate as well. When he was born, he's parents didn't want him. They were too busy grieving over the lost of his two older siblinhs which he had never even gotten to meet. This being said, all they did was refer back to them, giving him their stuff and pretending that he could act as their other sons. One day, Seborga grew tired of the treatment he received from his own parents so he planned to tell them just how he felt about the ordeal. When he did, they broken out of their sickly sweet mourning trance, beginning to beat him and much worse. All of his brothers belongings were snatch up and out of his reach, leaving him with absolutely nothing. For months, they pushed him around, requiring him to do all the house work. Seborga had to clean, serve each meal, and take beatings. Extreme beatings. Until one day, something inside Seborga snapped. Instead of waking his parents up with a delicious breakfast, he snuck into the room with a butcher knife and stabbed them until they bled to death. Realizing he was now a murderer, he panicked and fled the house with a bag pack of essentials. My kidnappers noticed him lugging the bag around with no apparent place to go and a 'burning passion within yet death on the surface'. They liked his persona and took him in, raising him as one of their own.

   I allowed my thoughts to wonder, this world was only cruel. Prostitution, Abuse, Murder, Kidnappings, Gangs, Money greed, all for what. Why was the world in such a disagreement. Don't they know that if they commit wrong, they have to deal with it. I don't include Seborga with the bad people though because, for one, he feed me and made sure I was comfortable. Sharing his back story, holding a conversation, and simply acting like a genuine human being. Besides, all of the harm his parents had committed broke him. It wasn't his fault, it was their fault. They should've left the past behind and looked towards the future, and when they didn't, the future came back to stab them through the heart.

   Just as the loneliness settled within me, my body laying limply, a door was flung open with the velocity of a train. A tall and well bulit man with snow white hair and lavendar eyes rushed in. His clothing was caked in fresh crimson drops of what I assumed to be blood. In his hand, a rusty metal pipe that was probably the cause of the liquid, as it was drenched in it.

   "You are Feli, da?" A Russian accent laced into his words and a soothing smile planted on his lips. Despite the possibility that he could be a murderer, I can tell that he's trustworthy.

   "Yes... Who are you?" Seeing as how my voice hasn't recovered yet, it's still croaky but he doesn't seem to mind.

   "That's not important, all you need to know is that I'm a close friend of Ludwig and that you can trust me. I'll be escorting you back home," the word home rolled off his tongue, sending happiness through my nerves. Holding out a hand for me to take, the Russian smashed the hinges of the door with the pipe from before and lead me out.

   Slipping through countless hallways, through newly made holes in the wall, and fresh corpses, we managed to escape. Far from the building, a black jaguar was parked. Taking long strides towards the car, I follow behind the Russian. A crack resounds and our heads whip back around to the building we had escaped from. From behind a crooked door, a groan of pain resounded. With a quick motion, the door was thrown back and Seborga emerged from the wreckage. His vision switched from me to my new friend.

   "I'm coming," Seborga declared finally, "whether you want me to or not."

   "I have specific orders to only bring back Feli. I don't know if Ludwig will be happy about it. What if you're working with the enemy? I'm sorry!" Despite his tough appearance, the Russian seemed to be a sweet heart. He was adorable, little a giant teddy bear.

   "It's okay Mister, I know him, he brought me food and nursed me back to health when I wasn't in the best condition, we can trust him!" At my comment, the Russian nodded and gestured to Seborga to come to our spot. Obediently, he stepped out of the wreckage and scurried over to us. Although he was taller, he seemed to cower behind me every time my escort glanced over.

   Holding the door open for me, the Russian let me ride shotgun and Seborga sat in the back. Walking around to the other end, he steps in and starts the engine smoothly.

   "Um. It's rude of me but I still don't know your name," I confessed, ashamed of my manners.

   "That's alright! We were in quiet the situation and cameras were set everywhere, they might have my face but it's useless without a name. My name is Ivan, it's a pleasure, Da?" Politely, he introduced himself. Scooting closer in, Seborga joins the conversation.

   "Call me Seborga, where are we going?" Said Seborga rather curiously, almost like an adorable kitten.

   "We're going back to Ludwig's. He did send me here for Feli. He's been so anxious, pacing and screaming. Not at anyone in particular, just at himself," Ivan commented, worry evident.

   "Okay, I can't wait. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I can't wait to go home," the rest of the car ride was spent in comfortable silence.

    I miss Ludwig.