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Since when did the lights became so bright and the voices muffled? Chance couldn't say, but they knew that they felt dizzy, too dizzy for just having one glass of whiskey.. They never left their drink unattended, or let anyone touch it. After all it was poured by them to themself as an owner of a casino. The lights.. too bright, he needs to get out. It was not too hard, he made sure to try and look as normal as possible. The dirty air of the casino was nauseous right now, too dry, too dirty, too.. too much.. not so fresh air of the parking lot hits his lungs as he takes deep breaths. The nausea became less noticeable to him as he stood straighter. But before he was able to even start walking back or anywhere else, he felt hands. Hands on his body.
No! Stop!! I don't want to! Stop! Stop! No! Please! ■■■■■■■■! Please! Stop! Let me go! I don't want this!!
The memories they want to forget resurfaced right as they felt the hands.. it was one person, not multiple, but it's not like they would be able to fight whoever it is. The voice.. they can't understand anything.. too dizzy.. the air only helped with nausea, but the blur their mind is becoming seems to not be able to be stopped. They felt how their legs walked as if everything was alright, as if they agreed. They don't see where they were leaded, it's too hard to think.. too difficult.. be he knew for sure, it was some private part of the parking lot. A part that will let that person touch him.. He doesn't want to, but his arms are too weak, legs are too heavy. Almost like they were maid of cotton but got wet and very heavy. He felt those hands under his tuxedo jacket and then under his shirt.. those hands are cold.. just like the cold brick of the building he is pressed against. Chance already accepted what will happen.. at least he won't remember it happening, hopefully..
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They felt like their head would explode.. They don't even try to sit up and get the water they always have on the nightstand, they just want the pain to stop.. after a few minutes the pain lessens and they open their eye. - "Ugh.." The bright light hit them like a truck, making them cover their eyes with their arm. They open their eyes again, squinting while looking at the ceiling. It looks familiar.. too familiar for their liking.. wait.. that smell.. why is the smell so familiar.. the smell of hay, smoke and blood.. Don's smell.. it's Don's smell.. did they change into one of his T-shirts they had, or... They looked to the side, expecting to see the black curtains they bought. But instead there were this semi pastel drown ones.. The ones Don has in his room. Now they are sure that they aren't in their apartment, they were in Don's room, in Don's mansion.. But why..? They sit up on the bed, still with the blanket over them to stay warm.. - "Huh..?" They pick up the note from the nightstand and read it.
[Don't get out of bed, stay in there. And drink the water with the pill. It will help. Don Sonnellino.]
Chance sighs before placing it back and doing as told, taking the pill and drinking the water.. Their face twisted at the taste. Both the pill and water tasted like shit. The pill was bitter, just like the water. And the water was cold too! It made their teeth linger with hurt for a while. They then lays back down before deciding to check what they had on.. - "Oh.." Their face flamed up with the light pink. It's definitely one of Mafioso's T-shirts and shorts. Well at least it wasn't what they were wearing before that. They pull the blanket a bit higher before starting to think about random stuff as some memories ran back into their head..
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//Chance woken up tied to a chair, their vision still blurry, glasses they usually wear on the floor broken. Their nose still was burning, with the dry blood on their lips. In a few minutes, they finally was able to see clearly, only to be met with one of Mafioso's men, Soldier, standing in front of them. - "Boss, He's awake" He said into a small radio before a bright light turned on by the other side of the.. Window? Mirror? Chance wasn't sure
|Is it a one sided mirror? Wait.. if I'm seeing through it, then it means that..|
Their thoughts were interrupted by someone being forcefully pushed into the room on the other side. It was some guy.. Oh, Chance remembers him. He had been at the Sonnellino's casino, at the same table as him and some other guys. And the guy was losing, going in huge, huge debt kind of loosing. So it seems like the guy had not managed to hide well. Chance couldn't really hear anything from there, the sound system was still probably being set, or it was just muted for now.
They try to move but the ropes attached to the chair are too tight to move even a millimeter. They look a bit up, to try and see more of what's inside that room behind that mirror. But they hadn't saw anything useful or too much more if the room. Then, Mafioso himself walked in, towering over that guy. His other goons that were not tasked with watching over Chance placed something inside before walking away. Seems that Mafioso prefers to deal with it all by himself.. It was a bit unusual to see Mafioso without his coat or Fedora on, but there was definitely a reason for that. The sound system started to finally work when Soldier pushed a button near the frame of the one sided mirror.
- "We had gave you the last warning" He said before grabbing the hair of the guy and making him look up. His face was beaten up too, but worse. Lips cracked, nose broken multiple times and still bleeding, and it seems like multiple teeths were missing from the guy's mouth. - "Ple-. Please.. i beg-. you!. I don't have a- any money! I- I can't p- pay at all!. I hav- AAAAGH.!!" The guy beginning to scream as a knife went into his thigh, the sharp metal cutting the skin and flesh. It seems a bit wet, probably dropped in an acid of was frozen to make the pain worse
|He has a knife in his hand.. Telamon.. poor dude, he had a pretty bad luck and is now paying for it.. feel sad about his wife and kid..|
Chance thought to themself, trying not to think too much about what was happening as they didn't wanted to feel sick. They only knew about him having a kid and wife because of the guys drunk talk in the past. - "I heard your excuse about having a wife and a daughter multiple times. But I know too well that this woman had divorced you and has full custody. Stop the excuses now."
|Oh.. seems like he doesn't have them anymore...|
The gambler swallows his saliva as they see how Mafioso quickly takes the knife out and kicks the guy in the stomach, making him fly toward the wall and hit his head and back. They knew that the higher the dept, the slower and more painful the death will be. It's the rule Sonnellino's have. They watched as Mafioso took out something from a box that was out of their view. It was a drill..
Chance wanted to throw up when Mafioso begin to drill through the guys fingers. The screams, the wailing of the tortured man.. They were making them even more sick. They felt the hot puke rise up their throat. That not fully digested food mixed with the warm liquid.. it was making it even worse. And when it hit their tongue, it poured from their mouth.. into a bucket? Looks like Mafioso had predicted it could happen and told to place it there. Then the bucket was placed back behind the chair they are tied to when when it stopped. They still had this disgusting taste in their mouth, but they ignore it for now. When they looked up they they saw Mafioso pressing a piece of red hot metal to the guys back. Seems that while being sick, Mafioso switched to a different method and took the guy's shirt off too. Seeing how the metal presses to the skin, burns it and leaves a mark made Chance feel the similar feeling.. they felt their own skin on their back start to melt, itch and burn. They even felt the smell of it, but no real pain. Just a phantom feeling of the pain the guy in the room feels. After the first mark was done, Mafioso pressed it in the other spot, then another and another. The guy screamed and screamed.. his voice was going weak, full of pain, suffering and regret.. Then the guy got a hit with the still red metal to the head, right on top. His hair begin to melt with his skin, the bones cracked slowly as Mafioso applied more and more strength. Then a loud crack happened before some pieces of brain with its liquid had sprayed onto Mafioso's already blood covered shirt and face. The guy was dead.. his brain even melted slightly before he closed his eyes.. and then.. A hit to Chance's head with something heavy. The last thing they heard before their mind going black was Soldier's voice.
- "This is what will happen to you in the future."//
Chance opens their eyes, the memories made them feel disgusted again.. the memory of the taste in their mouth was making them sick again.. or maybe it was because of the drink they had that was spiked.. Oh right.. they were drugged and.. - "good thing I don't remember the part after walking outside.." They sighs as they decided to try and remember something else.. something more positive.. the only thing coming to mind was a conversation with Elli they had a week ago.. That made them smile. Memories with their best friend always made them smile.
//Chance was looking at the road while chatting with him. - "So.. Why do you need a rusty chainsaw? And chains too?" They said with a bit of suspicion.. why would their best friend need that.. it's useless but still.. - "Just need those for.. a roleplay.." Elliot said with a bit of darkness in his voice, which Chance hadn't caught even slightly. - "That person and I had a date, and we decided to do it like that.. Hostage & crazy dynamic.. you know.."
They gave Elliot a side eye.. Who would have knew that this innocent looking guy would be doing such things.. - "Oh.. well it's understandable now.. Well I hope it will work out.." They stopped talking for a bit before starting again. _ "How did you even found a listing like that? Someone selling a rusty chainsaw, it's ridiculous.. can it even be used to cut trees of it's too dull?"
_ "It's kind of dull, just to make sure that no injuries would occur." Elliot smiled sweetly. - "And I was surprised too when I found the listing! And the person was selling cains too. So it was a very pleasant coincidence. No need to get you to drive to so many different places!" The gambler sighs.. they believes Elli, after all they are friends, so they will make sure to help him as much as they can.//
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Chance smiles. They remember how thankful Elliot was for the help.. It made them feel so nice and warm, they surely love being helpful to their friend.. The sound of the door handle opening and then closing kicked them out of the warm and fuzzy memories.. The head with short silver hair quickly turned to the side of it, the deep black eyes locking with those light sky blue ones.. they weren't covered by the shade of a fedora anymore.. it's been a while since they saw them.. - "Do-" Chance was interrupted by Mafioso. - "Mafioso. It's Mafioso for you, Chance." Their name was said with venom, clear hatred.. Chance understood why..
//They smiled hugely as they won, again, but this time the biggest prize ever.. They were so happy, not even hearing that Mafioso had mumbled that it was a rigged game, a so called game with no winners ever. But they won, and were already celebrating. Other people in the casino was cheering on them too, after all the prize is so big, even if they lost, they saw someone win. Which of course meant that they could win too, which was the biggest reason for the cheering. It wasn't long before the gambler took the prize and went with it like any other winner would.. But the Sonnellino's family didn't liked it at all. They said it was considered stolen if Chance wouldn't return it in three days, and Chance refused of course, stating that it was their prize, that they won. Which now was a debt, and a ruined relationship with the mafia..//
They frown a bit at the memory.. the memory that stated the reason for bein hunted down by Mafioso and his men. - "Of course, of course Mafioso.. as you say." They said with a small smile, hoping the anger in Mafioso would go a bit away
Mafioso looked at Chance in the same way as always, the smile not helping at all. - "How are you feeling." It was cold, not concerned at all, but still asking. - "Head hurts a bit, but other than that probably fine. Don't remember 90% of the night from yesterday, um.. well today too technically." Chance said as they sat up again, the blanket only covering their legs now. The cold air of the room hit their warm body, but it can be ignored for now. - "Money? I will return some later, don't have my phone or cash on me. Would have giv-" They got interrupted again. - "No need to mention that debt right now. It's not too important." Mafioso said with a bit less coldness and hatred than usual.
- "What..?" They sounded confused, why would Mafioso be saying that the debt is not important right now.. - "That bastard is dead." Chance blinked for a few times before it hit them. - "You.. killed that guy..?" They went quiet for a second before continuing. - "So you know what happened there? Did you see it or.." - "Yes." Mafioso walked to the windows and closed it.. so it was open before that.. - "I was going to you casino to collect the debt, and saw that guy drag someone to some closed off part of the parking lot. Not seeing you anywhere there during an event, I went to see if it wasn't you.." Chance took a shaky breath. - "No need to continue, I understand what happened next.." Mafioso gave them a glare. - "Thank you for.. helping or saving me.." The silver haired one said with a sigh.
Mafioso nodded and then someone knocked. - "Boss! We brought what you asked for!" A voice from another side of the door said.. it was Contractee, Chance can tell from the voice. They looked as Mafioso went to the door and opened it slightly to take a tray from Contractee and then closed it again. He walks up to Chance and places the tray onto Chance's lap as they were sitting. - "Eat, and then take the pill. It should help with the headache. I have stuff to deal with right now. You will be going home tomorrow." - "Thank you again.. I surely can't thank you enough.." Chance replied as he looked at the meal. It was mushroom soup and bread with butter, one of the favourites they have.. They thought that Mafioso would never remember that, or wouldn't care enough even when they had a friendly relationship with the Sonnellino family.. but Mafioso remembered, it felt nice. With looking at the food they didn't even noticed that Mafioso left the room.
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They were back to their place.. Their bunny, Spade, the black fluffy giant they got on an auction a year ago was asleep in his cage.. There was no damage to the furniture or the food bag, so the bunny seemed to be behaving fine. That made them smile, with a quick motion they turned on the TV for the background noise and went to the kitchen to cut a carrot as a treat for the big cutie for behaving so good. They didn't listen much to the news that were playing, until there was a live there. The reporter sounded scared and there were police sirens..
- "Just a few minutes ago police found a body of a famous business. We are not allowed to discuss any details. But-" The reporter was interrupted by a police officer that walked up and told them to leave.
Chance froze mid chopping.. the timing was a bit worrying.. they should definitely check the cameras of two nights ago and then who the businessman was.. just to ease their worry a bit. After a second they continued to chop the carrot, finding that giving treats to their bunny was more important. After a few minutes the silver haired man was kneeling down next to the black fluffy ball with cute eyes, ears and fluffy round tail, giving it pieces of a carrot and smiling. They completely ignored the vibrating of their phone, it was just texts, not too important.. if it was, then there would be a call.
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//Chance was sitting on the rooftop, just looking down, admiring the view of the city. It was his first month in this town, of course he had money so the transition wasn't that difficult.. what was difficult was not to show that they had money. There was crime in here, high crime, and mafia.. mafia.. this isn't just sitting here, more of waiting for a specific person.. the person they had met, a part of a mafia.. they adjusted the tie, it was unfortunate that they had got the jacket dirty and had to go without it.. they started wearing the tuxedo everyday just to look more cool. As they found such cool sunglasses that they needed to have it on with something cool. And it was the coolest they could think about.
Silence.
The silence here was calming. The sound of the cars driving on the roads, people believe busy.. it was so quiet here, a pretty great advantage of how high was the building.
They excepted that the silence will be broken by footsteps soon, as he will arrive soon. Right..?
The gambler flinched as a warm but heavy coat fell onto their shoulders, their head turned around immediately just to see a smile.. a small, but still smile. - "Did you really got scared by just that?" He asked with amusement.. those light blue eyes.. that short blond hair.. it was so hard to focus for them..
|He's so pretty.. why is he so pretty..|
- "Hello to you too Don." Chance answered with a smile - "Any specific reason you wanted to meet me here today?" They want to know if it's something they need to get ready for, and it's just a friendly thing. - "Nothing much, just wanted to enjoy your company." Don said with a small chuckle. Sometimes Chance felt like only he was allowed to hear that chuckle, to see Don like this.. not high on guard, not fully serious, smiling.. it felt nice..
- "They will be building a hotel with a restaurant here, on the roof." Don started - "Wanted to enjoy the view for the last time before that, and wanted to show it to you too" Chance looked at Don and grins in a sly way - "You just wanted to show me? Or did you want to show it to me so later when your family will build it here, I would rent a table, invite you and enjoy that view together again?" It was a joke, but something Chance would definitely do, just a bit later. And the joke was successful as Don chuckled. It felt nice to be a reason someone laughs.. Chance's black eyes looked up at the dark sky. It was almost perfectly clear, just a few occasional clouds flying by, the bright stars and white moon visible for everyone. It really had a great view for both looking at the ground and the sky, so great to the point that any shifts from their companion were not noticed at all. A black fedora was gently placed on their silver hair which made them let out a small "huh?". They turn to Don with a puzzled look. - "Just wanted to give you a gift, plus you were staring at my fedora before that so much, I couldn't not get you one."
Chance's lips melted into a smile.. this man is just making them fall for him more and more..//
The gambler sighs as they were taken out of their reminiscing of the past by the loud noise from the TV. Some shitty horror started playing and the jump scare got them.. - "Ugh.. stupid thing.. whatever" They mumble as they turned the TV off and went to the kitchen to get some water and cook dinner.
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The gambler stares at the ceiling as they tried to fall asleep, it was a bit difficult today, as if their body was telling them that it was a bad idea, like they should stay awake and then nap in the morning, but they needed to sleep as there will be work tomorrow, so no, sleep. Slowly, with their eyes closed their body gave in and they started to fall into the kingdom of dream.. but the moment the picture started to play, small seeds of regret began to bloom.. the room looked too similar, the view out the window too familiar.. That smell.. too real..
- "no.. no.. no, no, no, no, no, no.." quiet whispers left their lips as they heard the footsteps..