White Flag

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The coffee sat in the microwave and witnessed its owner get violently slaughtered by its old friend. Unfortunately, it was still a coffee cup and could not save him.
Luciano opened the microwave door and took a long, drawn-out sip of the again lukewarm coffee. He felt the cool liquid slide down his throat. Disgusting. He then wandered over to the same couch he was previously on (stepping on Antonio's decaying body on the way) and turned on the dead Spaniard's TV. Apparently every News channel had been broadcasting about Ludwig's death...Luciano chose one.
"War hero Ludwig Beilschmidt of Hamburg, Germany has been found dead in a chapel in Northern Italy. Knife wounds have been found littering the German's chest. Obviously, the death of Beilschmidt is already being labeled a murder. Police say that the killer must've been someone from the war, because the wounds were placed strategically around the vital organ areas. They, in other words, knew what they were doing. If you think you have any information, please call the number below."
            Luciano had Antonio's old fashioned phone in his hands before he even realized it. The coffee had been set on the nearby coffee table. When Luciano looked down at his hands and found the phone, he threw it away in disgust. The old metal clashed with Antonio's hardwood floors. Luciano cringed at the noise. The softie is still here... His eyes were still stuck on his now trembling fingers, delicate and thin. He could feel himself slowly losing control over the body he was in. Luciano decided to get up and stretch his legs for a bit, hoping it would help him regain control. He stepped over Antonio and opened what seemed to be a basement door. He traveled down the creaky wooden staircase into a pitch black room. The boy soon found a light switch and flipped it on. Surrounding him were hundreds of hunting guns. There were pictures of Antonio with peahens and other birds scattered upon the walls. In each of these pictures, a different type of gun was close to his side, like a wife or girlfriend. Antonio was right. He would've never used a knife. He was not a close combat person--well, unless it came to fists. Still...Luciano's breaths came out jagged and the shaking of his hands grew increasingly worse. His vision became spotted and blurry, and he blacked out.
      

        Feliciano was awakened by the smell. The smell, although he didn't decipher it right away, was the rotting body of Antonio Hernandez upstairs. Feliciano heaved himself up, wandering forward onto the stairs and eventually came to the top. He was already crying when he first saw the body. What was he becoming?