Congratulations, Alfonso Tortellini. [She giggled.]Â Mixed feelings with people distract you, supposedly the toughest hitman in your former organization. That is why you are a ghost now.
[She grabs his arm and took out her hand hidden in her other pocket. In her grasp was the real dagger of fatality. It glistened much more brighter than the fake that was still in Hollyâs chest. That sickening grin was plastered on her face once again and the color in her eyes returned.]
You deserve a prize for getting the right answer, Alfonsie.
[With all the strength she had, Holly tugged Alfonso forward and lodged the blade right into his chest. Using his pet name was about to take her down memory lane, but that would only distract her.]
[Everything went in slow motion. The people outside the alleyway, the sounds of cars beeping, music playing, the stray and wild animals that rummaged through the trash...Everything.
Alfonso Tortellini actually agreed with Holly Clean. His mixed feelings distracted him, they really, really did. If it wasn't for them, he would have been able to take advantage of her and turned the tables. But...She knew. She must have known about him...Now he'll get the chance to rest in peace, but this is not how he wanted it to end.
Memory lane consumed Alfonso's brain once again, but it wasn't about his college sweetheart this time.
A small teen dashed out the back door of a mansion and ran for the streets. It was a quarter after two in the morning and it was raining. The street lights were on, but it was dark and dreary. No place for a 13 year old boy to be outside.
But the boy didn't want to go back. He was tired of everything. Tired of his mother depriving him of a wondrous life. Tired of having to watch people have fun behind the screen instead of being a part of it. Tired of being invited to birthday parties at school but never being able to go nor being able to convince his mother to lend him some money so that he can at least give the birthday boy/girl a present to compensate. Tired of having to get rid of a stray cat or dog that really needed a home. Tired of his own mother not wanting to spend time with him.
He went into a dark alleyway, crouched down, and wept. At this point he didn't care about what happened to him. Why should it matter? His mother hated him and the feeling was mutual. The rain seeped through his clothes and made his short hair stick to his skin.
Footsteps were heard from a distance.
The thoughts of apathy were washed away the moment he heard them. Already cold from the rain, the boy shivered and began to cry again.
The footsteps became louder, and louder, and louder. Finally, they stopped - and so did the rain.
"Oi, kid. You shouldn't be out here, where are your parents?"
The man held an umbrella and crouched down so he was at his level.
"M-M-My fa-father is dead and my m-mum doesn't love me anymore..." He felt like crying again.
"Ah..! Don't cry." He watched the man take off his trench coat and wrap it around his shaking form. He took a hold of the umbrella again.
"What's your name, kid? I'm Boss."
"Hey Brinley, can I ask you something?"
"What would you say to working with me? As an apprentice?"
"Yeah, an apprentice. I'll fashion you into a cleaner in no time."
"I only ask people that have no place left to go, though. Judging by your reaction, I'd say you'd want to back out. So I'll go."
Alfonso gave Brinley the umbrella and then began to walk away, not caring that his clothes got soaked. He was just about to turn the corner when he heard a faint "W-Wait....!" from the alley. He smirked and turned around.
"I'm 13 years old, I'll have you know."
"What do hitmen fight for?"
There was an even longer pause this time. Alfonso looks up at the dark sky, then mumbles "Justice."
Even though it was all a part of Holly Clean's plan, Alfonso Tortellini smiles wryly for he was fond of the memory.]
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