HADES

Sweat pooled on my forehead as my body started to shake with paranoia. My eyes squinted tightly as they tried adjusting to the light. They burned as they hadn't seen the light in several weeks. I swallowed the non-existing saliva in my mouth, but I only realized how dry it was. My clammy hands tried to wriggle free from the chains around them, but it only made the blisters ache. I hissed quietly as I felt a kick on my face and laughter following right after.

I clutched my body together as several kicks were given to me by the disgusting men who laughed. My large body that was covered in tattoos ached, but I didn't scream or cry for help. All these years I had spent in this torture camp had taught me better than to cry and beg for mercy. It had to be earned.

Suddenly the aggressive kicks came to a stop and I removed my arms from my shaved head, to look up at the man who sat in front of me on a big chair. The thing that startled me was the sight of the innocent looking boy beside him who was kneeling in a doggy position. He even had a collar and a chain to restrain his movements. The fear in his eyes was crystal clear and I could even make out tears...Tears. The sight of tears was unusual after such a long time of being isolated and not crying. The only thing it revealed was that the boy was new or else he wouldn't be crying like that.

I diverted my gaze away from him quickly, feeling nauseous at just the mere sight of him crying. I heard the man, sitting on the chair laugh out loudly. I looked at him straight in the eyes to which he chuckled in amusement.

"You have always been like us Hades" Lee spoke as he slid me a knife that I caught gracefully. "Now if you don't want to be in his position" he spoke, carefully caressing the innocent boys head. "You will skin him alive or kill him as you please. He is yours to play with now, the guards have had their turn" he spoke before standing up from his chair and walking out of my cell. He ordered his men to remove the chains from my wrists, which they did quickly before running after their master.

The guards left a little lamp in the cell, to which I could watch the naked boy chained up. He muttered prayers under his breath as he sobbed quietly. I looked down at the cross tattoo on my chest and made a quick prayer to God before standing up with the knife in my hands. The boy in front of me trembled and muttered a quick "please don't" before shielding his body away from me.

I grunted as a response, as I offered to him my ripped shirt. He looked at me skeptically and slowly took it from my grasp and put it on. I shut my eyes tightly as I slouched down to his position; "I will have to kill you" I told him seriously to which he nodded while sobbing. He had accepted his fate. "I will stab you in the heart. It will be the quickest" I continued as he nodded and begged God for mercy.

The next seconds went by quick with me holding up the knife and hearing his scream;

"AHHHHHH"

My body jerked forward as I panted loudly. My body was sweaty, and my heart hammered as if it had ran a mile. My hands quickly went to my hair and I sighed in relief. It was all a nightmare. I switched on the lamp on my side and gulped down another sleeping pill without water. I rubbed my face with my large hands, feeling the beard getting thicker and longer than the last time I had checked my face in the mirror.

I stood up from the awkward position on the couch and went to the kitchen. The house was pearly clean, I had never been the one to like clutter. After getting back from the cell...nevermind. As I passed through the living room, I avoided the mirror at all costs. A disgusting scar trailed from my brow up to my forehead, making me always remember the torture I had been through.

Gulping down the cold water, I automatically walked to the window and swept the curtains aside. It was just another cold winter day in the dark parts of London. My gaze flickered to the street that was empty as always. The area was mainly occupied by the poor people of London who didn't go out of their homes a lot. However, tomorrow will be different. The news of me being out of jail would be spread around and every person will search for me. Tomorrow the streets will be packed with people protesting against my right to live. They will try their hardest to kill me. The thoughts creeping in my head made me take a double take. I checked if all the doors and windows were locked before I went back to lay on my bed. Sleep didn't lurk in my eyes as I laid there for a good minute, letting my thoughts swirl around.

This was the life of the dead leader of the Cosa Nostras son. After the news of my fathers death had been released to Sicilia, the gang had broken Omerta. The mafia world had been dragged in dirt and the men that I once called family had vanished in thin air. Some of them were in jail while others were probably joining other gangs. They didn't know about my kidnapping and how I had been tortured in a fucking cell for years. After the new gang killed my father and attempted to kill me, I had been taken by the Lees. The torture I had experienced there was brutal and made me scarred for life. so much so, that the jail time i spent seemed like a vacation from the poisonous world. Just the mere thought made me angry and made the sleep coming my way, hide away in fear.

I hadn't been back in Italy after the incident. A new gang ruled the city now by the name of "Morettis". I didn't know them and didn't want to either. Instead I had escaped and hid away in London because I knew that something worse was coming my way and I did not have the energy for that. however, it seemed as if faith didn't want me to live a peaceful life. instead I figured out that the Morettis rule the West London. People looked up to them and the leader, Lorenzo, had made his side of London into a fancy and expensive place. leaving the East side to the homeless and junkies. the differences between us were clear as day. I can recall several occasions on which I saw the men from the other side walk around in suits as if they were in a press conference. The women wore delicate dresses and hid away when they saw us, in digust or fear. Or maybe both.

The Morettis had found their queen, her name was Isabella Khair Anwar. I had never seen her or anything, it was the mere whispers in jail that revealed the information to me. Despite knowing that Moretti himself had a hand in my fathers dead, I didn't want to kill him at all. The truth of the matter is that I actually am happy for what he did to my father. He had been a horrible man to my mother and even gone to the extent to kill her just because he thought that she was unfaithful. Disgusting man, I have to say. However, I didn't expect my life to become this boring and lonely. I am staying in the apartment of the man i killed just a day after being released from jail, while knowing that the world mafia world will know about my arrival tomorrow. It is not easy to hide from them, but then again i am sure they havent chased after a Hades before.

Now that sleep is waving at me from a distance, I will have to say goodbye to you. Remember that you never heard from me, I am a myth in the streets of London and we don't want people to think that you are insane right?

Sweet dreams, gattina

Don't let the devil catch you.

Or should I say, don't let Hades see you.