Hoods & Corruption

Chapter 1

As Poeas stares into the greedy, bastard eyes with a flintlock ready to fire. Chiouso stares back with a very smug look. As Poeas tries to understand his thought processes he simply says,” My life was fun while it lasted, it’s better to live a short and memorable life then a long and miserable...”

“I would not dare waste a bullet on your wretched soul.”

Poeas said while stabbing the ligaments connecting Chiouso’s body to his head. Blood spurted out of Chiouso’s neck. Now that Chiouso was dead a small piece of the puzzle was figured out. “I mustn’t mourn the unneeded in this world,” he mumbles to himself in hush tone. He quickly picked up the fat pig (Chiouso Sancho) and practically ran to the canal to dump the body.

As Poeas walks through the back streets of Florence, Italy. he hears an intense screaming match about 5 yards from him.

“I can’t give you the gold, I need it to feed my family… they are starving, sick, thirsty-“

“Shut up filthy peasant, we had a deal and you didn’t hold up your side of it.

“But please-“

Poesas walked forward with his gun at the ready. ”What is wrong here.”

“This filthy maggot won’t pay me the money I lent him.”

Poesas pulled out a bag of gold out of his pocket “will this do,” Poeas questioned.

“Yes that’ll do.” The massive human being then disappeared into the darkness of the night with his bag of money.

“How may I ever repay kind sir?”

“I need you to deliver a note to Chiouso Sancho”

Poeas hands the merchant the note concealed to Chiouso Sancho. If his plan works he could not possibly get the blame for his death.

The man ran across the city to Chiouso’s house to deliver when the city’s guards stopped him.

“Where do you think you are going, peasant,” All the guards laughed among themselves.

“I need to deliver a letter to Chiouso Sancho,” Trying to continue his little quest.

The guards broke out into laughter again and snatched the crumpled letter from his hands.

“What is your name peasant?” He said while scanning the note.

This is extremely important. They have found us. If we don’t get out Florence they will kill all of us. Please hurry, meet me at the south exit from Florence at 1750 and together we will flee. If I am not there they must’ve got me too, in that case run…

“Alonso” he replied

“Who gave you this letter?” The other guards have now gone completely silent.

“A man who saved my life from some behemoth claiming to be human.”

“Did he say a name?”

“No, just deliver this letter to Chiouso Sancho immediately.”

“Grazie Alonso, now go home and rest easy my friend, I will deliver the letter for you.”

Alonso turned and headed home. He came up to his house to see that the door was cracked open halfway. Alonso walked in to see his wife brutally murdered… Tied to a chair, covered in blood with a rusty dagger still lodged in his wife’s cheek. All his personal possessions were stolen or smashed. It felt as though he could imagine the screams and violence that would have happened to them. There was a clear rip in the underwear of his 9 year old daughter. His daughter-Trisya- was clearly raped. His teenage son tied to a chair and forced to watch. Though his son Henry was not dead he had lost a lot of blood to gashes all over his body from what looked like the rusty dagger in Alonso’s Wife. Henry had suffered a dangerous wound to his face and torso. Alonso knew that his beautiful wife- Rosa –and daughter were dead… but there was still hope for henry.