This part is a lot shorter...CAUSE JENNY IS IMPATIENT....and I promised her a part today.
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“Feli?” Chero asked, following him.
“Yes, Chero?”
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Just a little bit farther!” he smiled.
The pair wandered off into the forest, Chero’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. Something seemed a little off about Feli. But what...
She stopped in her tracks. Feliciano stopped and turned back to look at her.
“What’s wrong, Chero?” he asked, worry in his voice.
“You’re not Feli...”she muttered.
“Che cosa?”
“You’re NOT Feliciano!” she shouted.
“W-what are you saying? Of course I am!” he insisted.
“No. Feli almost never calls me by name. He always calls me bella.”
Feliciano’s smile turned into a smirk, he opened his eyes and let out a small chuckle.
“Va bene, ragazza,” his voice getting a sharp edge to it, “Si, I am not you’re-
a prezioso Feliciano.”
He drew close to her, flipping out a knife.
“You can’a call me Luciano~”
Chero did the only thing that came to mind. She blasted him with a burst of magic and ran. Luciano hit a tree and got back up wincing.
“You’a can’t run from me, bel la~” he called.
Chero did not turn back, she just kept running.
Letezia moped on their way back to where Luciano called their hideout. It was in the woods, a fitting place for a cruel man like him. She ran her fingers through her straight hair and watched Zoey bicker with Louise. She yawned out of boredom.
It was then her eyes caught movement. It was her 1P running from...something. Or someone...
“Looks like Luciano ez having fun with hez prey...”Louise commented, flicking the bud of his cigarette onto the ground.
Letezia shuddered. She felt for her 1P. Luciano was incredibly cruel and would probably torture her an inch away from death before finally killing her. He loved torture.
Letezia chewed her lower lip, a trait she shared with her 1P.
Jenny knocked rapidly on Arthur’s door.
“ARTIE. OPEN UP RIGHT NOW THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!” she screamed.
The door opened slowly to reveal a man who looked like Arthur, but oddly enough had a large grin on his face and a plate of cupcakes in his hand.
“Dear Artie’s a little tied up at the moment, would you care for a cupcake, Poppet?” he said, holding out his tray.
The trio stared at the perky British man in disbelief and confusion. Feliciano started to reach for a cupcake and Jenny batted his hand back.
“Don’t by shy!” Oliver smiled, “Oh? But wait!”
He seemed to count them, “There are only three of you! I thought I saw another girl traveling with you earlier~”
Jenny was really getting tired of this guy.
“I hope Luciano did not get a hold of her. Poor dear.” he giggled and then looked at Feliciano, “He’ll probably be by to see you soon, dear.”
Chero kept on running until her legs burned. How in the world did this forest get to be so huge? She stopped to catch her breath for a second. She looked around to try and take in her surroundings.
Her eyes fell on the back of a familiar looking German with his blonde hair slicked back.
“Ludwig!” she called, running over to him, “You have to help me! You’ll never believe it, but an evil version of Veneziano is chasing me and I think wants to kill me!”
The German turned. He looked just like Ludwig, except for the scar on his face and his purple eyes.
“Oh, wrong guy! S-sorry!” Chero said, backing away slowly.
The man quickly snatched her by the wrist.
“Vhat is the rush, Fräulein?” he asked.
Chero tried to pull herself away when she heard footsteps get closer.
“Please let me go,” she begged.
“Lutz!” the voice Chero did not want to hear called, “You’a caught my prey, grazie!”
Lutz looked from Chero’s scared expression to Luciano’s pleased expression. He quickly scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Vhere do you vant her?” Lutz asked.
Luciano clapped gleefully, “Let’s get her’a back to the hideout. I’a have a message to sent to’a little Feli~”
Louise did not know why he had to send this message, but he relented and did. After all...he could kill two birds with one stone. He saw the three of them looking worried, talking about their missing friend over cups of coffee.
“Zey will find out where she ez soon...”
Louise did not even understand why Luciano took the poor girl in the first place. Except to satisfy his own sadistic nature...Or maybe he just enjoyed the psychological trauma hurting someone Feliciano cared about would cause him. In any case...Luciano was a twisted guy that not even Russia would cross.
“Allô...” Louise said.
The trio looked up at him.
Jenny looked at Louise and then Francis. They did look a lot alike. She was pretty impressed on how spot on Chero and her’s disguise was.
“I ‘ave a message for you,” he said, looking at Feliciano.
Feliciano flushed, “W-what is it?”
Louise handed over a letter to the nervous Italian. Feli opened it with haste. Something fell into his lap as he read it with wide eyes.
“Let me see!” Jenny said, taking the letter away from him.
Ciao Feliciano!
I seem to have someone you know. I have your little ammaliatrice with me. If you want to see her again...come meet me alone at ********* address. Don’t try and run. Don’t even think about asking for help...or I will send more than just hair next time.
Luciano, Italy
Jenny looked over at Feliciano who was clutching a lock of brown curls in his hands.
“E 'tutta colpa mia …” he said.
“Et ez not your fault, Italy...” Francis encouraged.
Feliciano said nothing, but stood up and walked towards the address he was given. Hadn’t she been hurt enough? He tried to forget about what had happened when they first met with the Mafia...But that scene kept popping in his head. He prayed that she would be alright.
Francis and Jenny blinked in surprise as Louise sat down at their table, putting his feet on the table too.
“Um...” Jenny started.
“I not going to fight you right now...” Louise said to Francis, “I ‘ave until Friday.”
He leaned back in his chair and blew out another puff of smoke.
“Unless he kills us with lung cancer,” Francis whispered to Jenny.
Jenny tried not to giggle at that comment.
EDIT: Page 2 has a little more
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