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Chapter I: Unstoppable.
“Do it” his voice was strong, serious. There wasn’t a trace of doubt on it and yet his fear was evident. “Do it Fugo. Please.”
“I can’t! You’re mad, Giorno!” Fugo was standing just in front of him, yelling. Giorno was sat on a coach and looked at Fugo right in the eye. “You can’t threw away your life just because you had a bad dream, it’s just that, a dream!”
“No, Fugo. It wasn’t “just a dream”…” he closed his fists “I came to realize that I can’t control it as well as we all thought, he’s not depending on me at all and it won’t yield under any circunstance. It’s hungry for more power.”
“You’re not Diavolo. You can train and control it, it’s your own stand!” Fugo got closer. “Didn’t you teach me that? To get a hold on myself, to understand my feelings and put my mind in order. You Giorno Giovanna! You, of all people, shouldn’t even doubt!”
“Don’t come closer Fugo!” yelled Giorno. “It’s an order! You don’t understand! I can’t control it at all! Step back or else--”
It was useless, GER came out and hit Fugo really hard, sending him to the other side of the room. He wasn’t expecting it, he didn’t think it would actually trigger something. His senses started to go mad, so badly that he was losing hold of what was real and what wasn’t. He remembered Giorno telling him about his dream.
“I saw Diavolo, dying over and over again in all kind of ways. It was real, I know it was. His agony felt so real, he was barely the Diavolo we knew, he had lost himself, he was just a broken puppet prey of that destiny. I never intended that, I never gave the order to my Stand to perform such action. It acted on his own and is torturing Diavolo. I have no way to stop it.”
Gold Experience Requiem was out of control.
It had the power to control the world, to control everything and no one could stop it. Not even Giorno, its own user. He had no power over him at all and only then Fugo realized.
The punch had been really strong, however, written in Giorno’s eyes was a terror that Fugo had never witnessed before in him. He feared that it would kill Fugo, that he would have to suffer of infinite deaths just like Diavolo.
But no, Fugo wasn’t that weak anymore.
“Purple Haze!” his stand came out from a cloud of thick smoke, breathing like a bull and looking at GER with its eyes filled with pure hatred. Fugo didn’t lose a second, he threw two capsules with the deadly virus to Giorno. One crashed into his chest and the other in the ground, freeing the deadly virus all around him.
“This was…the only way, Giorno. I’m sorry.” Murmured Fugo, a knot was forming in his throat. That’s how their meeting had started, Giorno was asking him to kill him so the danger of GER would dissapear along with his own soul. But Fugo thought it was worth discusing before such a choice, but no, Giorno was right.
However, the virus fog dissapeared along with Giorno, there was nothing left.
“W-what” Fugo said.
“Fugo! Run away!” Giorno yelled. But it was too late. Two hands took Purple Haze’s ones with a sheer force.
“How fast you forget…” murmured GER from Fugo’s back. “You don’t remember our fight against Illuso?”
Cold sweat started to drop from Fugo’s forehead as he felt that GER’s grip on his hands got stronger. Suddenly, something cracked and he could’t move his hands anymore, he screamed in pain and surprise but soon realized that it wasn’t the real problem. All the capsules on Purple Haze’s hands had been broken as well and the virus started to spread in his arms, it wasn’t as stronger as before since the virus would consume itself before it killed him, still, GER or Giorno wasn’t affected at all by it. Fugo’s eyes went wide when he remembered.
“We are inmune to Purple Haze’s virus…”
And then a swift punch cracked open Fugo’s head, spreading his blood all over the carpet.
“It’s useless.”