Gio had never planned on staying at The Institute very long, no he’d come because he wanted to regain ownership of his favourite little toy, but had ended up staying far longer than expected. He had to admit, the island had been far more appealing than he’d thought it would be, especially with so many slaves at his disposal. It had taken a while, and with a few hiccups, but Gio had Elliot back under his thumb right where he liked him. For a while, it was enjoyable, watching the young man revert back to the scared child he’d once been.
But Gio was growing restless. With his sister’s appearance on the island and Elliot’s aggravating connection to his so-called friends, Gio knew that a change was needed. He’d run his businesses from his home on the island, but his business trips were becoming more and more frequent, and his establishment on the island was no longer holding his interest.
The plans had been put in place a while ago, and of course, Elliot was not informed. Though between his frequent absences and a lazy housecleaner, some of the details of his house sale and the move had been left behind for Elliot to find, unknowing to Gio.
The fact that he was so distracted helped in what was about to happen. Gio was a man who was usually always aware of anything, but he’d gotten comfortable, and far too cocky on the island. He’d been untouchable, a king in many respects. He liked it--no, he loved it, but the island was becoming far too small for his ambitions.
When the night came, Gio dragged Elliot, who seemed pleasantly reserved about leaving. Gio had expected the boy to fight more, but what he didn’t know was that Elliot had seen this coming. Their essentials were already packed and on the boat, the rest of Gio’s things were to follow after. He wanted to make a clean getaway, preferring to slip away in the night, lest they get caught up by any of Elliot’s little friends.
Things were going smoothly until a giant pair of wings descended upon the boat. Noah--of course it was Noah--had decided to play the hero. Gio’s eyes caught sight of a terrified looking Sasha clutching against the reaper as he landed.
Gio practically growled when he saw them, the sneer caught in the dim lights on the boat. Brief words were exchanged before Noah came after him. In all the busyness of the move, Gio wasn’t as fed as he could be, and while the fight lasted a good few minutes, it was Noah’s silver scythe through his stomach that had him falling, gasping in pain. There were more words, Elliot was speaking but the pain of the silver burning his flesh flooded his senses, and suddenly the younger man was standing over him.
“Elliot, my sweet boy,” He gasps, a trickle of blood coming from his mouth as he tried to grasp the boy with his bloodied hand. “Don’t do this, you need me, you can’t survive without me--Elliot.”
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