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kinglutherofsousa:
“If I lacked manners, like you apparently do, I’d fart in your face right now,” growls Luther, as he dangles gracefully from his bodyguard’s shoulder.
“You have clearly not spent enough time with Felix if you actually think that’s gonna bother me,” he said as he gave Luther’s butt a few playful smacks. When they were down a flight of stairs, he tossed the kid “gracefully” off his shoulder to his feet. “Okay. Down. We go down now.”
aidenxclarke:
A small part of Aiden was happy that the rules they had lived by for all those years had broken down and that the tower’s inhabitants were all equal now. He’d always wished for his friends to be on equal footing with him, especially Matteo. The fighter was an independent spirit and being free (even if it was in the apocalypse) was a good look on him.
He followed Matteo down the hallway, checking behind him on the run. No one was following them. Oh, there was an undead behind them, lured by the sound of their footsteps. “Good idea,” he gasped, out of breath after that sprint. Please, yes, his gun for an elevator.
They found the elevators and Aiden pushed the button. “Mmmm.” He pressed his ear to the doors and squinted as if squinting helped with hearing better.
Matteo shifted weight from foot to foot before taking a step forward and swinging his sledgehammer at the monster creeping up behind them, splattering a few more brains across the walls. It was like finally seeing this place for what it really was for the first time ever.
As he was wiping the metal bit off with a scrap of cloth, he heard the door open and, oddly enough, it was empty. Matteo gently pushed Aiden in and nailed the button fort the 99th floor.
“Okay, we need to be ready if that door opens. This is like tower of terror except real.”
kinglutherofsousa:
“Have you not seen it!?” snaps Luther, zipping up his Armani hoodie. “Ungrateful, greasy, stupid—” mumbles Luther, when he’s not only interrupted, but picked up like a sack of potatoes. “You let go! Jesus Christ, Matteo, put me down! I have to put running shoes on!”
“Nope,” Matteo said with a small laugh as he headed for the door, throwing it open and making a line for the stairs. “I mean I’m getting pretty acquainted with it right now. It’s not skinny at all, you’re absolutely right.”
aidenxclarke:
Aiden was so out of stamina (ugh, but really, who had stamina for stairs?) that he didn’t even hear anyone come trampling towards the door of the staircase. The rushing of blood in his ears and the sheer concentration it took to take each further step (and oh, Jesus, there were still so many to go to get to Luther’s) made it impossible to think of much else.
So when Matteo pulled him out of the way, Aiden gladly smacked with his back to the wall - and would have remained there, happily taking a break from this nightmare-come-to-life StairMaster exercise. Only the associates started shouting abuse at them, so Aiden hopped down those few stairs it took to get between Matteo and those associates in case anyone thought it’d be fair to hurt Matteo for that trip down the stairs. Maybe there was still a sliver of ‘order’ left and they’d be at least a little concerned about going through him. Plus, he had a gun and it was trained carefully at their feet, ready to be moved higher.
“You wanted to go down anyway!” he shouted at one who told him to get out of the way. He half-turned to Matteo and mumbled, “Maybe we should… you know… run.” Because society had broken down, the boss hadn’t made a broadcast since that first one where it seemed like he had gotten attacked, so the Tower rules were not enforced anymore. There were no associates and no assets anymore. Only living and undead, and Aiden wouldn’t be fast enough if more of the associates (that were currently cursing loudly and sorting out their limbs from that pile they had landed in) had guns.
Matteo might have just landed them in hot water, but there was no way he felt even a little bit bad about it. Frankly, those guys earned it, and if they managed to get up off of their old ass knees to chase after them, Matteo would go rambo on their asses as well. But, Aiden, the voice of reason here, gave pretty solid advice.
“Yeah, okay, right,” he said as he threw open the nearest door and ran forward, heading towards the stairs on the other side of the hallway, hoping that whoever was heading up for them wasn’t going to risk their lives chasing after them.
“There has got to be a working elevator somewhere.”
ghost-with-no-name:
There were no two ways about it: Matteo was officially at Peak Hotness while bashing zombie brains in with a sledgehammer.
Annoyingly, Felix couldn’t just stand around and appreciate it. He put his back to Matteo’s, and took great delight in chainsawing his way through a zombie neck – honestly, when it came to killing things in motion, a chainsaw wasn’t the most efficient weapon, it was messy as fuck, but it was satisfying.
“Look, all I’m saying is, you’ve started using Brit slang,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over the zombies. Weren’t too many of them here, at least, but fuckers were loud. “Maybe it’s time to settle for some American comedy. I don’t want you starting to drink tea and talking like the Queen!”
“The Queen is too precious for all of us, if I were to start talking like her, it’d be too good for your heathen ears,” he said.
And yeah, okay, this was fucked up and weird. But he was pretty sure there was no better way he and Felix could be spending quality time together other than blasting through hoards of zombies who used to be the people who kept them imprisoned in this hell anyway.
“Okay, what’s the plan? I already forget the plan.”
kinglutherofsousa:
“Don’t you first-&-last-name me, Matteo Ignazio!” Which sounds identical to Matteo’s real last name, in Luther’s opinion. “I can’t go running for my life dressed like I don’t own anything! Just— keep bashing heads, while I pack. Gosh.” He grunts and hides inside his bedroom, before he pokes his head back out. “And my ass is not skinny!”
“Oh my god, have you seen your ass? It’s skinny,” he said as he folds his arms across his chest. He waits one, two, three seconds before doing exactly what he said. Matteo storms into Luther’s bedroom and hoists the associate over his shoulder and starts to walk. “Felix will kill me himself if something happens to you, idiot, let’s go.”
ghost-with-no-name:
“Twat?” Felix echoed. “Matteo, I told you to stop watching so many Brit comedies.”
Honestly. Dude had an addiction.
Grudgingly, he picked up the chair leg with his prosthetic, tucked it into the back of his jeans, and followed Matteo down the stairs. Dog gave a little yip with every bounce downward, and Felix was forced to free up a hand to wrap around his middle, keeping her in his hoodie. He didn’t even really have time for a sigh of relief when Matteo confirmed he hadn’t been bitten.
Instead, he just snorted a laugh at Matteo’s proclamation. Of fucking course they weren’t heading for the stronghold. The tower – hell, the city, probably – was in chaos. This was the perfect escape opportunity.
So before they got to a stairwell door, Felix grabbed Matteo again, hauled him in, and gave him a quick, gleeful kiss. Dog grumbled from where she got trapped between them. “Fuck the stronghold,” he confirmed. A zombie somewhere outside the door groaned. “See, even he agrees.”
“Don’t judge me,” Matteo said, his face sour, because now of all times was a good time to bicker about why british comedy was just so much more sophisticated than american comedy.
Matteo was more than happy to lean into that kiss, despite all of the chaos and zombie groans around him. It was kind of fitting of them, to be quite honest. He even paused to give Dog a pet on the head before turning to look towards the door.
“Yeah alright, let’s take his word for it,” he said before kicking the door open, full action movie style, and aiming his sledgehammer at the first available zombie head he could find.
ghost-with-no-name:
“A chair leg?” Felix said incredulously. He didn’t even bother to catch it, he was that offended by Matteo’s choice. Instead, he just ducked, and Matteo’s toss sent the chair leg smacking into the face of a zombie behind him. It groaned pitifully. So pitifully that Felix kinda felt sorry for it, and promptly put it out of its misery via chainsaw.
Eventually, he’d run out of gas for this thing. But until then, it was hilarious.
He did agree with the bailing idea, though, so he snagged a handful of Matteo’s shirt, hauling him close. Just in time for Dog to peek her head out from Felix’s collar from where he had her tucked into his hoodie, grinning her usual dumb doggy grin, completely unaware that anything was wrong. “We’ll have to take the stairs,” he grumbled. “The crowd’s thinning out but no way am I risking the elevator. You okay? You’re not hurt anywhere?”
“Oh my god, you picky little twat!” Matteo shouted, though he was already being dragged closer. “You don’t have to reload a chair leg. Pick the damn thing back up!”
He followed Felix out of the area, pointedly ignoring Dog for a minute before looking over at her and admitting to himself that he was at least marginally glad she had made it out okay. He thought about asking about Luther but gave up on that real quick, that was one headache he didn’t need at the moment.
“No I’m not hurt, I’m fine. And you? Tell me you did not get bitten,” he was already taking the steps three at a time, jumping down halfway down some of the landings.
“So we are on the same page, I’m not going to this strong hold up north.”
kinglutherofsousa:
Luther’s dumb ass does not pick a wapon up. He picks an extra large suitcase up instead. “We can’t leave without my stuff! I already lost all of it in the flood last month!” he whines, dragging the big bag towards his closet.
“Luther Sousa I swear to god if you don’t drop your shit and pick up a gun, I’m going to throw your skinny ass over my shoulder and toss you down the stairs. Let’s go.”
aidenxclarke:
Aiden’s eyes grew big when Matteo, amidst slaughtering zombies, said ‘the blond asshole’. “That’s a good bet,” he agreed and helped Matteo dispatch of a few other undead ones on the way to the staircase. “Better in groups,” he repeated and confirmed. He started climbing the stairs, thinking about how much he hated them and tried not to look at the floor numbers by the doors. There were still so many to go.
Matteo was well conditioned. For god’s sake, he fought for funsies. But after a few flights of stairs he was exhausted, heaving even. “Jesus Christ, whoever’s idea it was to make this tower so fucking tall...,” he grumbled as he pulled Aiden out of the way just in time for a door to fly open and a group of seemingly living associates rushed out of it.
And Matteo, wrong or not, tripped half of them down the stairs with his sledgehammer.
ghost-with-no-name:
So. Zombies.
Of fucking course there were zombies. America was the land of the fucking impossible come true, like putting a man on the moon, deep frying butter, Donald Trump being president, and now a zombie movie coming to life.
Honestly, Felix wasn’t particularly fussed. He’d found a chainsaw, he was good to go. As far as zombie weapons went, it wasn’t the greatest: too noisy. So he’d have to switch it out when he found Matteo, but for now, it was working well enough.
“Matteo, grab me another weapon and toss it to me!” Felix called cheerfully over the noise of both chainsaw and zombie groaning. “Something quieter, and then we are fucking leaving, fuckface!”
Of course Felix wasn’t fussed. Nothing ever phased that guy. The whole world could be cracking open to reveal that all this time we were living on top of a giant alien egg and Felix would still just roll with it. Fuck, he’d probably high five the giant alien and bail.
“Jesus Christ,” Matteo swore as he heard the mess of chainsaw coming his way. There was really only one option as to who that was.
“Lazy asshole,” Matteo muttered under his breath as he searched for whatever he could find. Luckily enough all of the idiots in this place carried weapons, so Matteo picked up a few random things as he could. A switchblade, guns he wasn’t savvy enough to name.
Finally, he picked up a bar stool and smashed it along side zombie face and tossed a destroyed wooden leg in Felix’s direction. “Catch. Now we bail.”
aidenxclarke:
Aiden dropped without looking, landing and twisting awkwardly - but by that time Matteo had already taken care of his attacker. “You lifesaver,” he beamed and made sure Matteo’s back was covered. He eyed the staircase. “I assume you’re looking for your other half and Luther?” he asked. “Mind if I join you for a little bit?” Two had better odds than one and even if they parted after a few flights of stairs, at least they had safe, helpful company until then.
“Well, I’m looking for the blond asshole,” he said. “Not so much Luther but I have a feeling if I find one, I’m gonna find the other.” Matteo finally relaxed a little and leaned against his weapon of choice, wiping the blood spatter off of his face. “Yeah, of course you can. Better in groups, right?”
aidenxclarke:
Aiden followed the sound of something heavy hitting something… cracky and squelchy to make sure whoever was doing the damage was alright. “Hey!” he called out and… was instantly directed to grab a weapon. “Yessir,” he replied with a wide grin and grabbed a machete someone had discarded. Zombie killing spree with Matteo. That was a new one.
Yeah, no, this was very, very new. Matteo was pretty sure this was just some weird, fucked up dream. In fact, that was the only thing keeping him from feeling like shit for killing people, even if they were already dead. Matteo hated gratuitous violence. “Behind you!” he shouted just as he lifted his weapon to swing and take out one of the biters.
Well, this wasn’t where Matteo thought he’d be spending his Friday afternoon. Never before had be been so thankful for sneaking out of work early, because now instead of guarding Luther’s dumb ass from zombies, he was-
Wait. He was alone??
So he picked up a weapon and started swinging, feeling immensely guilty every time the sledgehammer hit a skull.
“Pick up a weapon and lets go,” he called out to the first coherent person he saw. “We gotta get the fuck outta here.”
ghost-with-no-name:
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Matteo was distracted as hell, and Felix could hardly blame him. So he figured he’d take care of the boring shit, like food, while Matteo got to spend time with Charlie. He only had a day. Felix was gonna let him make the most of it.
So he stepped out of the room to order two pizzas – one with fucking everything, for Matteo, and a second one also with fucking everything because Matteo was the biggest eater that Felix had ever met, and had developed a defense mechanism where he just ate the same shit Matteo did, so Matteo wouldn’t complain when he poached about half of Felix’s food.
By the time he got back, Charlie had calmed down some, and Felix got treated to a frankly devastating double-D’Ignazio stare as they both glanced at him. Jesus fuck.
“Hey, you done crying?” he said to Charlie, with none of the usual cutesy voice people usually spoke to babies with. But Charlie was used to that from him; the kid made a happy noise that could loosely be translated as maybe the first half of Felix’s name. “What about you? You done crying?” was then directed at Matteo, with a grin somewhere between shit-eating and fond. “Because we’ve got stuffed animals in one of those bags you got, and honestly, you should watch Charlie with them. He tries to make towers, it’s fucking hilarious.”
Matteo was unaware of the power of the double d’ignazio stare, but it had to have been pretty fucking good. Big blue eyes just had a way with people most of the time. It couldn’t be helped. And maybe one day Matteo would be able to truly teach Charlie about the power of the blue eyed stare. Maybe.
“Shut up, you asshole,” Matteo said, sort of whispering the swear word bit so Charlie couldn’t hear. Sort of. “I wasn’t crying. I’m too manly for that.”
That said, Matteo moved to take a seat, gently putting the boy down on the floor and motioning for Felix to hand him the bag with the animals. “I’ve heard stories of these animal towers, I need to see it for myself.” He turned the back upside down and dumped them on the floor, much to Charlie’s delight.
It took a few more minutes of getting comfortable. Blue eyes Matteo had never really been on this side of kept looking up at him as if they were waiting for him to make some kind of move, testing him more than Felix. He must have been used to the blond by that point. That made Matteo feel better.
“Go on then,” he said as he picked up a toy and gently booped the ever confused toddler with it. “You’re okay. Promise.”
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