Luciano, The Deadly Doll

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There once was a story about a young, Italian boy with short, chestnut coloured hair that parted in the middle, light, honey brown eyes and a stubborn curl that stuck out the left side of his head, who went by the name Feliciano Vargas. He was a kind and talented young boy, so happy and full of life. Then one day, a few months after his 7th birthday, Feliciano was given a small doll as a gift from his parents. The doll was given to them by Feliciano's deceased grandfather, Romulus Vargas, who had passed away just one month before Feliciano's birthday.

Feliciano was secretly frightened of the doll, which had nasty red violet eyes that seemed to follow him around the room where ever he went and a dark expression on its face.

The doll looked like him, only it had dark, auburn hair and was wearing an old, tan military suit. Nevertheless, Feliciano had accepted the doll with open arms, as it was a gift from his beloved grandfather after all. The note that came with the doll said its name was Luciano, which seemed to suit him. Now, poor Feliciano was even more afraid of the doll, now that it had a name.

It seemed to make it more human, and if it was even a little human then what might it be capable of?

Feliciano shivered as he stared deeply into the dolls eyes, tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as he sniffled, afraid that if he dropped the doll or put it down it will hurt him somehow. "It's just a stupid doll." Feliciano's older brother, Lovino, told him, as if trying to comfort him. Lovino had short, auburn hair with olive green eyes, his hair did not part in the middle like Feliciano's, instead it split a little more to the right, making his bangs almost cover his left eye. As for his curl, it was on the right side of his head.

Lovino let his olive green eyes stare at the doll, suddenly feeling like it would harm his little brother, he instinctively slapped it out of Feliciano's hands. "Fratello?" Feliciano asked, sniffling a bit. Lovino glared at the doll, gently grabbing his brother's hand and backing away slowly, standing in front of his brother to protect him. "That doll is evil." He muttered, his glare hardening. "Ve, how do you know fratello?" Feliciano asked, holding his brother's hand tightly. Lovino huffed and gritted his teeth, "I just know damn it! Feli, you have to get rid of it."

Upon hearing his words, Feliciano shook his head, "b-but it's a gift from grandpa!" Lovino growled and stomped his foot, "I don't care if it's a gift from grandpa! It's hexed! Get rid of it!" Feliciano whimpered, scared of his brother's scary, but true words. He loved his fratello, so if he said get rid of it, he'll get rid of it.

To put his mind at rest, Feliciano stuffed Luciano into the little cupboard under the stairs where he wouldn't have to see him ever again, "fratello wants me safe, but you were grandpa's, so I'll just leave you here ok?" With that being said, Feliciano set the doll down and closed the door.

It was not until a few nights later when Feliciano was lying in bed that he heard a noise, a shuffling sound, which went on for about five minutes. Then he heard a brief dragging noise and finally, a scuttling like light footsteps walking very fast. By now Feliciano was pinned to the bed with fear.

Then he heard a voice say "Feliciano... I'm on the first step." He then heard the loud scrabbling again, as if whatever was speaking apparently turned tail and returned to its place of hiding.

Finally panicking, Feliciano took a deep breath and called out for his brother, who, in no time, rushed to his room, "Fratello!" Lovino shouted with concern, rushing to his little brother's aid. "What's wrong Feli?" Lovino asked, petting his brother's hair softly as the other cried softly on Lovino's chest. Feliciano told Lovino everything that had happened. When Feli and Lovi's mother got up to get the two brothers ready for school, Feliciano tried to explain to his mother what had happened the night before but he was just so tired. His mother passed it off as "just a dream" and Feliciano began to believe she might be right.