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The short blockade of stone oozed ochre and bloody between itsâ cracks before heaving back. A sigh of relief was short lived as the monster broke through seconds later. Writhing with a menagerie of shiny-snakes and fangs, a creature approached the tower sucking all life in itsâ path. The evil shapes released their victim and twisted up heavenward, revealing an unfortunate boar beneath before they returned, drowning it once more with their power. âA demon lord!â Rafaelleâs terrified words went almost unheard when a screech tore from itsâ throat as it charged forward.
Seeing his steed stand stock still beneath him Felicianoâs breath caught in his throat. âSilvio!â Releasing an arrow at the ground it spooked Silvio who fled before the beast could reach him. Feliciano grabbed Raffaele and leapt as it slammed into the tower, landing a few feet away from it. âGet to the village! Iâll try and draw it away!â Bounding to Silvioâs side he mounted him, nudging the deer to outrun what followed.
"Donât get too close, and donât let it touch you! Youâll be cursed!â Raffaele yelled after him, before disappearing into the bush. Swallowing back his fear Feliciano notched an arrow, pulling it back. Holding it for so long made his upper arms ache but he couldnât afford to release it too early. Not with a demon behind him. Come on Silvio, just hold out a little longer. Hearing the monster change course he dared to look over his shoulder, eyes blowing wide with what he saw. Three of the village girls had been seen, their bright red scarves mirroring the red of the demonâs eyes.
Nudging Silvio they turned in the direction of the monster. âRun away!â He called out, pulling the arrow back to his ear. Releasing with a whistle and a prayer it lodged itself in a blood red eye followed by an ear piercing shriek. Itsâ focus was back on him, Feliciano noted grimly as he notched another arrow. Silvio ran but the beast was on them, snakes streaming from the demonâs hide to wrap around his arm. It burned, inflamed his skin and poisoned his blood and Feliciano bit his tongue to hold back a scream. Firing an arrow into the matching eye, he flinched at the resounding screech as the beast fell. Snakes and wraiths fled from itsâ body as sparks from a fire, leaving but a few like maggots to wriggle on itsâ body. Feliciano descended from Silvioâs back, gripping his arm with bared teeth. "God...â He hadnât even noticed the crowd of villagers that had started to form near the body of the boar.
The oracle pushed her way through the crowd, wizened hands outstretched in a plea as she walked towards the boar. âGreat lord, please spare this village from your wrath,â She pleaded. âSpare our families.â
Opening milky white eyes to glare at the woman, the boarâs lips pulled back in a sneer. âYou humans....char the earth and blacken the sky, spill our blood and now you beg for mercy?â Feeling nausea rise from the creatures words Feliciano turned away, trying to ignore the ache in his arm. âYou will die screaming.â Oath fulfilled, the boarâs eyes rolled back as he uttered his dying breath, and his skin peeled from his body and rotted away to the bone.
Sighing and turning away as well, the oracle smiled at the crowd. âOff you go, there is nothing more we can do.â Seeing the people start to disperse her keen eyes were now set on one man. âFeliciano.â As he turned, she couldnât help but feel a pang in her heart as she set her mind as to what had to happen now. âWe will have a meeting tonight. Steel yourself.â
Jutting his chin out, Feliciano remained standing tall as she passed him though his heart sank. What was he going to do?
Yesterday at the foster clinic there was a woman with a litter of tiny, tiny kittens, one of whom was a beautiful orange and white creamsicle.  I told her, âI love orange boy cats, they are all so stupid.â and the foster mom said to me, with tears of love in her eyes, face glowing with maternal pride, âHe is only 6 days old and I can already tell that heâs going to be so stupid!â
After Luciano finished, Feliciano looked around the room, eyebrows cocked.
âHaha, cool prank, dad,â he said under his breath. He took in a deep breath and smiled at Luciano. âUh, Iâm not really movie-ready, Luciano, and Iâm not exactly awake yet? UmâŚâ Feliciano cleared his throat, took a fast sip of coffee and made a move to eat, but instead put a fist up to his mouth and sunk his teeth into his knuckles.Â
âOrâ If this isnât a movie, my mother and sister?â He drummed his fingers on he table. âAre you, uh, are you looking for them?â He made a move to pick up a fork and spear a piece of egg. âBecause I donât think youâll have much luck. Dad looked for them for a long time, and donât you think you guys are a little late? By just a little, maybe?â He felt his voice tremble slightly and shoveled some eggs into his mouth to stop it.
âI assure you this is not a prank, nor a movie Feliciano.â
Completely serious now compared to the him of moments ago, Luciano crossed his legs, his back straight. âItalian intelligence is by no means my jurisdiction, so I have not been completely briefed on the details as to why it took this long. MI-6 was only given enough to conduct this mission - I was given even less. I do know that there was an investigation, but it was kept under wraps since Sofia de Luca is no longer an operative. Unfortunately as you noted, the results that have come up have been scant. However, we believe that something you uncovered is in fact crucial to us locating Sofia de Luca and her daughter Chiara.â
As he spoke, his own voice sounded cold to him - as if this was just an act, he was pretending to be an agent. Luciano stopped for a beat, his shoulders relaxing. This wasnât a movie as heâd said. This was not just a retired agent. This was a woman and her daughter. Felicianoâs family. And even more importantly, someone whose knowledge was vital to keeping so many others safe from harm. All of those classes in Oxford didnât teach one how to break this news. It was personal and it needed care as such. After all...Luciano of all people understood what this felt like, more than most would ever know.
Elbows resting on the table, Luciano leaned in, eyes on the man across from him. â...Iâm sorry, I know this is a lot to take in. I know it feels like itâs years too late for your mother and sister. But this-â He tapped on the table to echo his words. â-is happening, now. MI-6 and Italian intelligence are undertaking a mission to ensure the safe return of Sofia and Chiara de Luca, but this might be our last chance to bring them home. We are staking a lot on this mission.â His voice tapered off as he allowed those words to sink in. âIâm putting my life on the line for this mission. So I desperately need your help, Feliciano Vargas.â
Feliciano chuckled lowly under his breath and rubbed the back of his neck.
âI havenât really listened to music with actual lyrics closely in a long time. Mostly soundtracks!â With a tentative step towards the stove to look at the food, he found that his mouth was watering despite not usually  being hungry for sausages and eggs. An itch at the back of his throat also signaled he was starting to get thirsty too. âYeah, it looks really good.âÂ
He laughed and popped a kpod into the coffee maker and started brewing a pot. âI didnât really expect the start of some weird porno to top off my morning, but hey, Iâm not complaining!â Turning his head to look at the man, he eyed the chair and tried holding back a small laugh. âGenes are cruelest to the short, huhâ?â
Thatâs such a nerd thing to say, Luciano thought with a small laugh.Â
âSome weird porno?â Luciano didnât even realize he was thinking out loud and internally kicked himself. Keep your questions to yourself. Nose flaring in a huff he glowered at the man slightly, a pout turning down his lips. And Feliciano was laughing too? âCanât have everything...â
Dropping from the chair, Luciano leaned over the sink to washed his hands. âLetâs get to it, shall we?â Sitting down with a leisurely air, he couldnât help looking at the man expectantly. He did need to judge Feliciano from here on out. âWhy Iâm here. I shall have to repeat all of this to Mr. Vargas when he gets here but I guess itâs to be expected...â
âIâm with MI-6, working as lead agent in a co-op with Italian Intelligence, specifically cyber security in this case.â With a slight twinkle in his eyes, Luciano steepled his fingers in front of him, tapping the tips of his fingers together. âThe prerogative of my mission is to locate your mother and sister. So please brief me on any and all information youâve found out so far.â
Resounding steps stirred Feliciano awake, and he rolled onto his side to see Lucianoâs familiar form backlit in the doorway. A smile, loving and regretful, tugged at his lips as he watched him head for Mirabelle. âDonât wake her, please. Let her sleep a little while longer.â
Luciano stopped, silently looking at him. In the darkness Feliciano wondered if he stopped wearing his ring or if he simply couldnât see it. It had been so long since Feli had abashedly asked who Luciano was married to, and even longer since he remembered his matching one around his neck. How stupid was he? âYou know Luci...this was, without a doubt, the most perfect night Iâve had in a long time.â Nausea gripped his stomach, bile rising to choke tearful words. âAnd I donât deserve it...do I?â
All those damning memories were there like knives in his mind. The school. Luciano. Those poor children, ones he practically raised. Protected and cherished. All that death. Feliciano thanked every deity he knew that he couldnât see the face of his love and see pain mirrored there. How lucky was he to be able to forget all of that tragedy cause by him alone, while Luciano carried his burdens alone, in silence? All this time his love, his husband, kept silent while Feliciano berated him for not doing more to help the others...while he was bedridden and blinded.Â
âI did something. Something unspeakable. I remember what happened in Pierton. This is not the first time I hurt someone. Till today I couldnât remember. And you wouldnât tell me. So we just kept on running away from....â Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he sighed when Luciano leaned over him. âI think I finally understand you...â The man looked different in the light...auburn bangs no longer threatened to hide his eyes, instead he had a neat buzz cut. So militaristic and cold. It doesnât suit him, Feliciano thought absentmindedly, frowning at Lucianoâs smile as he pressed a fist to his chest. âLuciano?â
Shing! Eyes wide as plates in the dim light matched a mouth gaping in shock as Luciano removed three claws from his chest. Feliciano couldnât even scream. He lay in shock and agony, wondering if their rings were covered in blood too.
In a flash of screams and denim Mirabelle was on Luciano, claws embedding themselves into his body over and over. Who was he supposed to scream for? The love of his life who had taken his life, or the girl who was like a daughter to him killing his love? He could only watch as Luciano slammed her into a wall and toss her aside like a rag doll. Luciano, no... Luciano rolled his shoulders, looking up to see Brandon standing in the doorway, staring in shock. Feliciano screamed for him to run but he couldnât hear it. Brandon swung at Luciano with a bat, clipping him in the chin only to for the man to look at him in irritation. Impaling the boy on his claws, he stepped aside, picking up Mirabelle and heading out the door. âPut her down!â Could be heard from Niya, followed by the cocking of a gun. Feliciano wept.
It could not stop him.
Seeing Jasonâs body hit the bottom of the stairs, Luciano could only stare in confusion and horror.
Looking up he was greeting by himself.
Luciano headed down the stairs, holding Mirabelle in one hand, and walked around Luciano, who stared in confusion at a younger him. Mirabelle screamed. His mind wouldnât work. Wouldnât accept what he was seeing in front of him. Looking between the screaming child and upstairs, the man felt his heart rate sky rocket. âFeliciano? Felicano!?â
He couldnât save both of them right now. And Feliciano was...
Giving Mirabelle a glance Luciano ran upstairs, his heart in his throat. Niya lay on the ground, bloody. Brandon was leaning against the door. And Feliciano...
Luciano stumbled and nearly fell when he saw blood pooled under Felicianoâs body. No. No no no no!Â
A silent scream welled up in his throat. Balling up the covers he pressed them to the older manâs chest, tears welling up in scarlet eyes. Please God please. âIt wasnât me, Feliciano please, it wasnât me, it wasnât me.â Luciano pleaded, hoping that Feliciano could hear him. The other man didnât respond, his eyelids fluttering in an attempt to stay open âFeliciano that wasnât me...please...â
Some background stuff lol suffer with me and softboy Itâs like a mix between XMen and GTaliaÂ
Professor X - Feliciano Vargas. Rather than a chair, the 33 year old lost an eye during a battle between mutants and humans. Following the loss of his eye, the brain damage caused him to lose his control over his powers. He has crippling migraines from time to time. The seizure have been able to telepathically freeze everyone for 50 square miles, killing people if he isnât brought about in time. He doesnât remember his relationship with Luciano except in spurts sometimes, despite them being married.Â
Logan - Luciano Palladino. A fighter with the ability to heal himself, has three metal claws in each hand, enhanced endurance and senses and other stuff, heâs found himself growing weaker. The experiments on him as a child are finally taking their toll, and what kept him alive is slowly killing him. He heals slower and aches in too many places to count. He takes care of Feliciano along with Kuro. He earns money by fighting and working security, as well as driving.
Caliban - Kuro Honda. An albino mutant with the ability to track mutant, as well as superhuman strength. He owes Luciano a debt, and is repaying it by keeping an eye on Feli when Luci isnât there.
Laura - Mirabelle (Palladino). Goes by Mira. A clone of Luciano, she has all of his spirit and spite and anger. She was one of a few kids who made it from the breeding project alive. Speaks Spanish and very little Italian and English.Â
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