Alessandro was thrown on concrete. He heard the sound of rushed footsteps go around and around, as though they were war horses, instead of human beings. Then he was savagely straught to a hard seat, he felt the grasp of the ropes get tighter and tighter until his joints cracked. He gasped.
"You don't like that?" Said a man with an utterly michevious voice. "Well, how would you like to hear that snap just bellow your chin?"
"Enlighten me." Alessandro murmered back and was brutaly punched in the throat.
The footsteps faded, until he was left with the sound of one. A floor trembling footstep. He knew who it belonged to. He grined to the sound of them. Bum---bum---bum.
-"You were never the smooth one. Those collosal footsteps of yours made the house quake everytime you tried to sneak up on those troublesome nights." Alessandro shrugged. "Boy, did I hated those interrupted slumbers." He was punched, but laughed at it in response. He had his blinds ripped out. He glided his eyes through the scene. The only thing that brightened the room was a dim hue of light that emanated from a triangular vessel on top of him. There was a half sealed, half broken window to his left. Then there was him in his chair and the big mass of a man that stood vaguely in front of him. He was the stiffest thing in the room. Eveything was visible on him, excluding his head.
"Do you think this is a playground game, boy?" The man cracked his knuckles.
"What's wrong, Ceaser?" Alessandro kept smiling. "Aren't you at least a little nostalgic."
"I thought I told you that we are like water and oil." Ceaser said pointing just a centimeter away from the tip of Alessandro's nose. Finally his last features were revealed. Alessandro stared him up. From his feet to his chin he was perfectly pleaded with fabrics of dark green hues. He had a dented chin, icy lips, a sharp mustache, a rough skin, but the center of his being was his eyes. Hollow, sick blue eyes, shaded with lack of sleep; and a light, but protruding scar that crossed his right eye, somewhat elegantly.
-"We are."- Alessandro responded.
-"Then what is your purpose, boy?!"- Ceasar clutched Alessandro's tie.
- "Checking up on family, but I ended checking up on a fine woman."- Alessandro kept his cool the whole time. Ceasar pushed him away.
-"I saw how you were enyoing yourself."- Ceaser shrunked his icy lips. "Too bad you won't get your hands on that again. She wasn't cheap, but she is sure worth it."
-"You're mad. I've done many fucked up things, but I would never buy a woman."-
-"When you aren't born with God like assets like yourself, you have to find other ways to get laid."-
-"I don't think biology is the problem with you, but I'll leave that solution to your thinking. I came here, cause I need something. I was ---"
Ceaser jolted himself up and opened the door. He dragged a chair in front of Alessandro and sat opposite way. A shadowed man gaved him a revolver and closed the door.
-"Let's play a game, boy." Alessandro cocked an eyebrow. "I know you like them. A favorite one, russian roulette. I'm going to give you six chances. You have until this bullet burries your skull, to get the fuck away from here."-
Ceaser inserted the bullet on a gap and spinned the roulette. Alessandro with all the paucity in the world, just gazed at Ceaser. He safely went through the first click of the revolver. Ceaser cocked an eyebrow and fired again. Nothing. Alessandro now began to study the chair, the nuts that tangled around the chair and his body. The third click was heard. Three more chances. Alessandro started a combination of stumping and wiggiling his right foot. The fourth click was heard. In a final stump and wiggle the nuts gave in. He proceeded to remove the nut on his remaining foot with his now free right foot. Ceaser pointed the gun once more. Alessandro twirled the chair, giving Ceaser a look on his back. Almost simuntaneously, Alessandro kneeled on the ground and the vibration of the blast rebounded in the air, out the window and propagated through the wet streets.
The silence was loud and the smoke from the revolver danced in slowmotion. A hardy laugh invaded the tranquility.
"Bastard, how did you knew that gap was the one loaded?" Ceaser uttured out.
"Lucky---guess." Alessandro replied as he stood up, his arms still strapped to his seat. Ceaser's jocular expression transformed into a mist of deadly intentions. He began to load the gun once more. Alessandro noticed it and rushed backwards against the wall. He continued this over and over again, until he managed to separate the back from the seat. Ceaser had him sniped. Alessandro body slamed himself through the window and reached the outside night, followed by a sound of blast.
