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A Losing Game
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 9:12 AM
AN: I know. Angst. A bit angsty won't hurt a bit, won't it? It's inspired by the Godfather Blackhand Edition. It's addicting, I can't get the New Jersey church out of my head.
A Losing Game
The wind’s blowing. Harder, and harder than what the city has ever had. The streets were deserted; many had chosen to warm themselves inside. Leaves blew, as the fog thickens around the corners of the city. Soft movements of the air can be heard, like whispers filling the alleys.
A young woman swiftly entered the local church without being noticed. Her dirty blond hair covering her lowered gaze. Kneeling softly, she pulled the cloak, revealing herself. She whispered prays after prays as she wept. She stood up and lit the candles with her shaking hands. She blew the torch softly as she whispered “God let him live.”
Unbeknownst to her, a clad in a silk suit watched her movements carefully. He snickered as she stood up, her back facing him. Shaking his head with an amused look in his ice blue eyes, he strode across the aisle and placed his hand on her shoulder.
She quickly turned around, pulling a dagger beneath her cloak. Pointing the weapon at him, she glared at him and took a step back. Wrong move it seemed, as he took a step closer. His warm breath on her neck, making her shiver. He slowly held her hand as the dagger fell, making a loud clinging noise echoed around them.
“Get the fuck away from me,” she growled.
He chuckled lightly as he let her go, watching her with a bemused expression. She rubbed her wrist as he picked up her dagger and handed it to her. She pocketed the dagger back as she turned her back against him.
“I don’t know that you believe in God.”
She looked at him with a hateful stare from her dark brown orbs. He smiled as he put his hand up in defense.
“I don’t mean it that way. What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same thing to you.”
She replied coolly, gesturing to his suit and his slicked back hair.
“It’s… Tony’s funeral. I’m surprised I didn’t see you, I mean he and you-“
“Shut it. It hurts more to me than to you.”
She swore she could see a pained look on his face for a second, before it turned into a neutral expression.
“You think? You think I’m not hurt because of this? I know him longer than you! He’s my brother, my twin brother, and you think that I’m taking this calmly? It hurts, it hurts to lose someone close to you. He’s my half and now I’m broken if you don’t know!” he shouted loudly.
“Then why you’re acting like this is just a game? That Anthony would come back after everything ends? This is war for God’s sake!”
“This is not a game, and I never think of it as one. I know he won’t come back.”
“Then you’re acting stupid. This is a matter of life and death, and you’re losing.”
“I know! I don’t need you to remind me. I lost everything, I might as well die if it makes you so bloody happy!”
Without warning, she pounded him hardly he fell to the floor. His nose was broken with a single punch from her, powered by anger. She stood up as she cried, slumping to the cold floor once again.
“I-I never said I want you to die! You’re an idiot for thinking something like that, I don’t want you to go dead!”
He crawled and sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she cried into his shirt.
“I don’t- I don’t want to lose you too! I lost one of you already.” She sobbed softly. “And I care about you too much to let anything happen to you.”
He froze. Taking a deep breath he cupped her face in his hands as she turned to him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just, mad you know. I miss him too, as much as you.”
She nodded as she pulled away. Walking towards the door, she turned back and looked at him.
“Vinny, don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want them to know I’m breaking down.”
He nodded before taking a glance at the blonde, before turning away to prevent his own tears from falling.Labels: original work
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A Losing Game
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 9:12 AM
AN: I know. Angst. A bit angsty won't hurt a bit, won't it? It's inspired by the Godfather Blackhand Edition. It's addicting, I can't get the New Jersey church out of my head.
A Losing Game
The wind’s blowing. Harder, and harder than what the city has ever had. The streets were deserted; many had chosen to warm themselves inside. Leaves blew, as the fog thickens around the corners of the city. Soft movements of the air can be heard, like whispers filling the alleys.
A young woman swiftly entered the local church without being noticed. Her dirty blond hair covering her lowered gaze. Kneeling softly, she pulled the cloak, revealing herself. She whispered prays after prays as she wept. She stood up and lit the candles with her shaking hands. She blew the torch softly as she whispered “God let him live.”
Unbeknownst to her, a clad in a silk suit watched her movements carefully. He snickered as she stood up, her back facing him. Shaking his head with an amused look in his ice blue eyes, he strode across the aisle and placed his hand on her shoulder.
She quickly turned around, pulling a dagger beneath her cloak. Pointing the weapon at him, she glared at him and took a step back. Wrong move it seemed, as he took a step closer. His warm breath on her neck, making her shiver. He slowly held her hand as the dagger fell, making a loud clinging noise echoed around them.
“Get the fuck away from me,” she growled.
He chuckled lightly as he let her go, watching her with a bemused expression. She rubbed her wrist as he picked up her dagger and handed it to her. She pocketed the dagger back as she turned her back against him.
“I don’t know that you believe in God.”
She looked at him with a hateful stare from her dark brown orbs. He smiled as he put his hand up in defense.
“I don’t mean it that way. What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same thing to you.”
She replied coolly, gesturing to his suit and his slicked back hair.
“It’s… Tony’s funeral. I’m surprised I didn’t see you, I mean he and you-“
“Shut it. It hurts more to me than to you.”
She swore she could see a pained look on his face for a second, before it turned into a neutral expression.
“You think? You think I’m not hurt because of this? I know him longer than you! He’s my brother, my twin brother, and you think that I’m taking this calmly? It hurts, it hurts to lose someone close to you. He’s my half and now I’m broken if you don’t know!” he shouted loudly.
“Then why you’re acting like this is just a game? That Anthony would come back after everything ends? This is war for God’s sake!”
“This is not a game, and I never think of it as one. I know he won’t come back.”
“Then you’re acting stupid. This is a matter of life and death, and you’re losing.”
“I know! I don’t need you to remind me. I lost everything, I might as well die if it makes you so bloody happy!”
Without warning, she pounded him hardly he fell to the floor. His nose was broken with a single punch from her, powered by anger. She stood up as she cried, slumping to the cold floor once again.
“I-I never said I want you to die! You’re an idiot for thinking something like that, I don’t want you to go dead!”
He crawled and sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she cried into his shirt.
“I don’t- I don’t want to lose you too! I lost one of you already.” She sobbed softly. “And I care about you too much to let anything happen to you.”
He froze. Taking a deep breath he cupped her face in his hands as she turned to him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just, mad you know. I miss him too, as much as you.”
She nodded as she pulled away. Walking towards the door, she turned back and looked at him.
“Vinny, don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want them to know I’m breaking down.”
He nodded before taking a glance at the blonde, before turning away to prevent his own tears from falling.Labels: original work
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