Elysian Tragedy

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Have you ever felt that even though everything is going okay in life, you're not? People who seemingly have everything, might actually not have anything at all. From a young age I have struggled with being happy. What is happiness really? Having money, being famous, being thin, being beautiful, does it matter in the end? Getting so caught up, in trying to achieve them actually makes us miserable. 

 Lately I've just been feeling like I haven't been living, like the days are passing me by. Sure our lives aren't movie scripts, yet I still struggled to find the meaning of it all. And thinking about all this always overwhelms me. One thing I can't stand is being weak, I always put up a front. I am a strong believer that every problem has a solution, so why do I feel
Like this? I should be happy, ecstatic really ,yet I wasn't, something was missing.

Today's training sessions were finished, and I was sitting by the window waiting for the clock to hit midnight. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to head to the rink. Of course it would be closed, but I knew were they kept the spare key, after all I had been raised in this rink. I just had to be careful not to get caught, tomorrow's training was at 6 am and if my coach got a word of this she would be pissed. I guess you could say that with her I was somewhat obedient. That is because I deeply respect her, otherwise I don't take anyone's shit. My career was my life, and I wanted to be remember for having an outstanding one, not for living off my fathers fortune. I was determined to make something of myself from a young age, whether that be an athlete or a businesswoman I didn't care. Being raised in an environment were doing nothing was what you were told, I wanted to excel, be someone powerful, I guess you could say to change the perception of my self, which was forced upon me from day one. My father says I'm being ungrateful, yet I Always want more from life, otherwise it gets so boring and vain, that it loses any purpose really.

Walking down the streets of Bulgaria at midnight, I started having apprehensions about not getting a cab. But since my father had forced me to get self defense and shooting lessons, I wasn't that worried at all. Reaching the corner of the ring, I checked out the area to make sure no one was there, and then kept walking to the back where they usually kept the key.

Dario Cesár De Vito POV

After so much time spent on hunting that bastard that stole from us, we found out that he was expecting 100 kilos of cocaine on this shithole he has as a cover up for what he actually does. My brothers and I were expecting him, and so was our private plane home.

"Are you certain that he is actually showing up Stronzo?" (Idiot)

"I already told you Leo, he is now shut up"

I was starting to get extremely annoyed, he wasn't showing up and frankly I needed, no wanted, to head back to Italy immediately. Suddenly I heard a noise.

"Someone is coming, quick set up the cloth, I changed my mind, we are taking this scum back to Italy ,he could be proven useful to me after all"

Armonia Cynthia Demopoulos POV

Rounding the corner towards the back, an eerie feeling started consuming me. I payed no mind, and tried to remember the exact hiding place of the key.

Someone pushes me flush to their muscular chest, and puts a cloth over my mouth and nose. I start screaming and kicking, but the person never budged. I kicked them harshly behind their knees and managed to escape, but the chemicals I had inhaled had already made dizzy, before falling to the ground I made contact with a pair of familiar dark brown eyes, blank heartless.

Dario Cesár De Vito POV

"Good Job dumb fuck, does she look like Agafonov to you?"

I was beyond pissed, shit just got a hundred times more complicated.

"Leo you got your ass busted by a woman, why are we even keeping you?"

"I don't mind it one bit frattelo. What do I do with her boss?"

"Load her up, and find another damn cloth, fucking amateurs"

Lighting up a cigarette, my thoughts started running wild. What am I going to do with the girl, for sure the team would be searching for her. I couldn't kill her either, the murder of an athlete would for sure have the cops on my tail, and they were already suspicious. She would make a hell of a stripper, god knows ransom money was of no use for me so that wasn't even an option.

"He is here" , Marco growled and within seconds he had the bastard pinned against the wall, with the cloth drugging him.

"Sweet dreams figlio di puttana" I said as i put out my cigarette on his forehead. The boys proceeded with giving him a good beating, and then loaded him to the black van with the unconscious girl.

We were finally heading back.