Anger Management [Meloghia]

Chapter 28: Cleaning House

Isabella stared at the floor. It was disgusting now. They hadn't bothered to clean up her mess from earlier. There was also blood where Angela had cut her splattered on the floor. She felt dizzy. There wasn't anything in her system and the constant blood loss was taking its toll. She really just wanted water. She felt so weak. She glanced at her arm, it looked strange, wrinkled. She turned around to see the rest of her arm and her hair fell into her face. It was white. She looked down into her shirt and saw her breasts also sagged.

Am I old? Is this a new form of psychological torture?

The door opened and an old man walked inside. His hair was flipped to the side in a ponytail. He walked towards her and then behind her. He began to fiddle with her bindings. Surge, or Tulmine, ran in at that moment.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Tulmine yelled.

"I'm untying her. Crazy shit's going down and Andréa wants her."

"Yeah, She said we need to protect her down here. You and me. So leave her bound. She's not going anywhere."

"So does that mean you know what's going on?"

"We're under attack, Zucchero. That's why you rapidly aged. Sale already went up to fight since we're both unaffected. You have to stay here since your stand won't work well while you're like this," Tulmine explained.

"Why aren't you old?" Zucchero asked.

"Andréa said cold slows it down. Angela and I had a beer earlier. She's unaffected too, so that's my guess, and Sale stood in front of the open fridge for ages," Tulmine turned to leave.

"Surge, wait! Where are you going? I thought you just said we had to defend the doc?" Zucchero said.

"Yeah well, what good are you to me like this?" Tulmine gestured. "If I take out the one doing this, the rest of us will have a chance. It's affecting everyone."

"Andréa's gonna be pissed if she learns you didn't follow orders," warned Zucchero.

"Fuck Andréa, I'm doing this for us!" Tulmine left the room.

So it's a stand attack. Maybe it's Melone's team? It would make sense. These guys have been talking about the drug trade and how they hate the Boss. This is some inner-Passione conflict. What better way to end it then sending in the assassin squad to take care of it? Yet, the idea of Melone being close by made her shiver. She knew it had all been in her head, but god had it felt real.

She hoped they would find her soon.

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With the hallway cleared, Fugo ran down the corridor towards the sounds of gunfire. He grabbed the door handle at the end of the hall and pulled it open. As he passed through, his hand jerked him back. Fugo looked back at the door. His hand was stuck fast to the door handle.

"What the fuck?" No matter how much he pulled, he couldn't free himself of it.

"You're one of Mista's friends. I remember you." Fugo turned to see Sale on the other side of the door. He'd never met him but he'd seen his dead body after Mista had finished him off. Giorno, how many people did you bring back? He was gonna regret this one.

"Purple Haze!" Fugo barked.

"Kraft Work," Sale said, smiling. The stand summoned and punched Purple Haze before it could react. Purple Haze stumbled a bit but stood its ground. It went to wind up and lunge at Kraft Work but almost tripped when its feet wouldn't move from their spot on the ground.

"You're that plague user, right? You can't do anything if you can't hit me," Sale said smugly and raised his brow. Little does he know. Fugo had Purple Haze point its fist at Sale and launched a bulb from its knuckle. It flew directly toward Sale but Kraft Work blocked at the last second.