Antonio was his name. But he hated his name. Everyone called him Toni. But where everyone was, Toni did not know. Or at least, he didn't know where he was. Had there been pain? Had there been blood? Yes, Toni could remember them clearly. Who had done it, though? Who had given him such pain that he didn't know which way he was going, or where the hell he was?
Help!
His voice was strained and hoarse and he knew nobody could hear him. Toni finally opened an eye, but he might as well have kept it closed. He was in total darkness. He was nowhere, but he could see his hand clearly as he waved it in front of him. Toni didn't understand this darkness that was light.
Lothario? Lauretta? Drago? Silvano?
Toni remembered the names, they were his friends. But there was one missing. The one who had done this to him. What was her name? She was no longer a friend, she had given him pain and tears and incredible darkness and now Toni was here because of her. But he couldn't remember the name... unless...
Adalina!
That had been her name. The girl with the long flowing brown hair. The girl who cared about everyone so much. Why had she brought him to this place? Where was he? Toni suddenly saw fragments of his memory. There had been flashes, not of metal, not of a gunshot, but just plain light from all over the place. Then he had struggled, to stand, to stay awake, to breath.
Toni then realized he was dead.
Note: This is of a story I'm writing with a friend. This is the part when Toni dies, even though you don't read this part at all.
Shadow-of-Lothario · Sun Dec 06, 2009 @ 02:30pm · 0 Comments |