Post by GIOVANNI CLAUDIO BANDUCCI on Oct 20, 2014 17:18:03 GMT -5
Giovanni C. Banducci,
twenty-four | heterosexual | engaged | chef/fighter | criminal
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME, BEcause i don't think that they'd understand. when everything's meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am.
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5 MOST IMPORTANT MEMORIES 1 - HIS PARENTS LOSING THEIR JOBS "Come faremo a pagare le bollette?!" Giovanni winched at the sound of something made of glass hitting the wall in the kitchen, shattering and falling to the floor, most likely into a million pieces. At first he hadn't been too sure what they were even arguing about because he hadn't cared enough to really listen. It wasn't uncommon for them to go at it after coming home from work. Gio had gotten into the routine of picking his little brother and sister from school, walking them home, making sure they were fed and bathed, then he would take them both into the bedroom they all shared. He wanted to protect them from the bitter disputes between their mother and father. He could handle the yelling. He was used to it at this point, so he used his immunity from the screaming to try and distract Caterina and Leo from it. They were only children. Too young to understand why their parents were always fighting. Sometimes they would look up at him with questioning eyes full of concern and wonder. The most he could do for them was shake his head and continue reading whatever bedtime story Caterina had picked out. It was difficult to pretend that everything was alright because he hated that it wasn't it. Hated having to be their parent because their actual parents were too concerned with themselves to even pay them any mind. This argument, however, was a little different from the rest. They were shouting at one another, both clearly distressed over something far more important than what their usual arguments were based off of.. They'd lost their jobs. He'd gathered that much as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall. Gentle fingers brushed back a few curls from his sister's forehead as she started to drift off to sleep in his lap. Their room was dark but he couldn't sleep. Not with all the violence going on in the next room. Not when the subject changed from worrying about the bills to discussing Giovanni's future. They were whispering now, speaking in hushed voices. Still, if he pressed his ear to the wall, it was thin enough for him to hear through it. "I know someone who could use him. Train him up and put him to work. You know that kind of work would get us a lot of cash." Gio had been confused by this because he'd missed who they were talking about. Who would train him and what would they be training him for? He'd later find out that this wasn't a simple apprenticeship he was being placed in. 2 - HIS FIRST KILL Giovanni Banducci was no longer the innocent, kindhearted teenager he'd been some two years ago. He'd been seventeen when his parents handed him over to some Italian mob boss that would ultimately become his new 'father'. Or so that's what they told him. Drilled it into his head that if he so much as thought of running, it would be the end of him. He'd glanced at his parents with pleading eyes, begging them not to make him go through with this, but the paper had already been signed in blood. Gio was taken from modern civilization and tucked away into some house of horrors. He was essentially taught not to feel or think about anything. No guilt. Nothing. He was transformed into a blank slate that knew nothing except for the name he was assigned and how to wield a gun, knife, his fists. Any object that could potentially be turned into a weapon. Gio had been taught how to slip unnoticed through crowds. Shadows and darkness would ultimately become his biggest ally. And now it was time. His boss uttered a name. One unfamiliar to him, but the information needed to find this man was given. Giovanni was eighteen now, man enough to make his first kill. They weren't going easy on him either. This man he'd been assigned to was dangerous. Killed many times in his years, but they had faith that their newest weapon could accomplish the task. He'd shown unbelievable results in all areas of training once he'd broken himself off from his thoughts and feelings. Gio kept nothing in mind as he quietly glided up the stairs of the mansion home. His knife was held firmly in his hand, breathing silently, movements fluid and practiced. The door to the bedroom was open, alert eyes scanned the room. There, in the bathroom. Silent footsteps fell on the carpet as he crept closer to the bathroom door. The poor man was so unaware. So oblivious. Gio wanted to feel bad for him, but he no longer had feelings. How many times had he been told that? He attempted to calculate a number as his hand slid across the front of the man's throat. 3 - THE DEATH OF HIS FAMILY Supposedly time was supposed move fast with every day you get older, but that couldn't have been any more wrong in Giovanni's case. Four years of killing. Four years of following orders blindly because it meant a better life for his family. For a while he'd made himself believe that it was for the greater good, but with so much blood on his hands, he felt like he was starting to drown in it. He couldn't kill anymore. He didn't want to. Gio refused to let his hands slit another throat or shoot another bullet. He was done leading this life but he knew it was going to be difficult trying to get out of it. For a few days he hid in small towns near his own. There were people looking for him. That much he knew, but he needed to get his brother and sister. Had to take them with him when he fled to America. So he slipped through the night, allowing his ability to become nothing more than a shadow in the darkness to take over. Gio was as silent as death itself as he crept closer to the house. He forced his heart to still in his chest for even the frantic beating in his chest would signal his presence should someone be inside the house that shouldn't be. Gio slipped into the dark house through the back door. He used his knowledge of the building to avoid loose floorboards and creaky stairs. Something wasn't right. There was a frigid air to this place. Things were too quiet. No movement. Fear twisted in his stomach and all previous caution was thrown out the window. His heart sped up in his chest as he moved down the hall to his parent's room. Too quiet. By the time his hand was on the door his heart was in his throat, tears stinging his eyes. He knew what would be waiting for him behind the door. Gio knew what it felt like to be in a place of death. Still, he had to see. He had to know. Gently, he pushed the door open. The horrors that lay inside the room burned themselves into his brain as he fell too his knees. Too numb to feel anything for a moment. His mother and father were tied to the bed. Cold and bloody. But what really killed him were the bodies of his siblings, face down on the floor, tangled in each other's arms. A steady stream of tears flowed from his eyes as he buried his face in his hands. "Leo... C-Caterina. Ti prego di perdonarmi." Gio sobbed, begging their corpses for forgiveness. Maybe it wasn't just his family that he was begging forgiveness from. Maybe it was theirs along with all the other lives he'd taken. He was a damned soul and he deserved to rot in the deepest pit in hell. He should have stayed, let them find him so they could torture every part of his body. Break every single one of his bones for all he cared. But he didn't. Cowardice and panic took over. Gio fled. Ran as fast as he could to the airport to make his journey to the United States alone. The whole ride over he'd been deathly quiet. There was nothing left of him now. Nothing but a guilt that would haunt him for the rest of his damned life. 4 - MOVE TO NEW YORK When he first arrived in America, the young Italian had no idea what to make of it. Everything that surrounded him in this foreign land was different than anything he had ever experienced before. The airport itself was swimming with people which nearly gave him a heart attack because he wasn't used to being so engulfed with the presence of others. Gio had grown accustomed to isolation and had forgotten the basic principals of socialization. Talking to people was no longer a strong suit of his, not only because he hadn't interacted with people in a friendly manner for years, but also because his knowledge of the English language was almost non-existent. In high school they had taught him a little, but nothing that could really help him understand how New York City worked or where he needed to go if he was looking for something in specific. Gio knew a handful of European languages which did help him somewhat, but most Americans were restricted to only their native tongue which left him feeling lost and even more alone than he ever had before because he was surrounded by hundreds of people but not a single one could understand him. But he supposed that didn't exactly matter anyway. He wasn't here to make friends or to even form a new life really. America was commonly known as the Land of Opportunity, but Gio was only here to hide from the mistakes he left behind in Italy. 5 - MEETING EVELYN A good month or so had passed Gio by since the time he'd left Italy and moved to New York. It was a big city. Lots of people. Lots of distraction. The perfect sort of place for him to bunker down and hide. The only issue he really had was the language barrier. That was the only thing that kept him sticking out like a sore thumb. He was in a constant struggle with the people around him, trying to figure out what they were saying or how to ask for help. Gio knew how to speak a few words in English. A good few actually, but his accent was so heavy that it made it hard for people to understand. Then there was the fact that not very many people wanted to talk to him either. Most didn't have the patience. Everyone was so busy bustling to their jobs or were wrapped up in their cell phones with their headphones plugged in. Needless to say, it was frustrating. He had no one to help him and no way to really figure anything out. So far he was teaching himself through trial an error. Test out words, see how they worked and how people reacted to them. Wasn't a smart idea because most laughed at his ignorance or just glared at him for wasting their time. And that was exactly what was happening in that cafe a few hours ago. He'd been struggling desperately to try and communicate with someone there, but all he got in return were nasty stares and replies. Then she and walked in. Saw him in all his embarrassment and frustration and helped him. The first person to show him any sort of real compassion or genuine desire to help. She'd told him to tell everyone to 'fuck off', but he just listened mostly while she talked. Evelyn was her name. It rolled smoothly off his tongue, even with his heavy accent. The whole day she walked with him, just talking on about nothing that made any sense to him. The words fell on deaf ears for the most part, but her voice was still music to his ears. So light and beautiful. Cheerful and eager to help. Even when he hadn't the slightest clue as to what she was saying, Gio still found himself smiling, transfixed by the beauty of the woman who'd saved to day. Evelyn Kennedy. By far the most beautiful creature he'd seen in all his years of living. |
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