Red Revenge

Chapter 1

"Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged." Samuel Johnson

~Italy. Friday, October 17th, 1941.~

"Fratello! Please come quickly!" Isabelle, my younger sister of 3 years came up to me.

"Hm? What is it sorella?" I asked her as I marked my place. She took my hand and led me outside. On the ground was a trail of blood. I looked down upon it, and it led me to my parents. My father had his throat slit, and my mother had stab wounds in her neck and her stomach. 

Suddenly, I heard a group of military men go up to me and Isabelle, and I held her close, as a warning to back away. Unfortunately, this was far too late as I watched the militia take my sister away, and I was beaten to a pulp. I laid in a pool of my own blood as I looked at Isabelle's lifeless corpse. She had her organs taken out, and I was to be next. I tried to reach out for her, but one of them knocked me by hitting the back of my head.

~Present Day.~

I slowly started to wake up as I looked around for a bit. The first thing I notice is that I was no longer in Italy, but rather in a foreign place. I attempted to sit up, but someone gently pushes me back down. 

"Hey.. Don't. You'll stress your body if you sit up too quickly." They spoke as I nodded and stayed down. I didn't know where I was, or what happened after I blacked out. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

"You're in the hospital. Your family was massacred and you were the only one still alive. But in critical condition." The person explained softly to me. So I wasn't really dead, like I thought...

"What is your name..?" They asked softly but kindly to me. I looked up at them before I showed them the wristband on my wrist which read my name: Salvatore V. Merlo. 

"Ah.. Salvatore.. I'm very sorry for the loss of your family.." The person smiled sadly before I break down crying softly. I was alone, and I didn't have anywhere or anyone else to turn to..