Other Fan Fiction ❯ Lacrimosa ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Silpelit 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.12.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 154 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.12.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 154 | Status: Work In Progress
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Josh ran his hand through his slightly greasy brown hair, scanning the scenery of the gas station. "Damned Toleonis." he grumbled as the familiar flashy Corvette pulled up. "Hey, Josh." his friend called from over his shoulder. "Aw Christ, they just want to fuckin' pick a fight 'cause they're bored." Andy sighed wearily. "Mafia....what a career." he groaned. Josh shoved his hand into his pocket and ran his fingers over the Russo crest switchblade. Andy smiled cockily and flipped the bird in the direction of the Toleoni car. "Hey!" one of the burly men in the car yelled. "What the fuck? We were just gonna get some gas. Why don't you pussies just mind your own business?" Another man jumped out of the car. "Just ignore these guys, Harley." he glared directly into Andy's eyes. "They're too stupid to understand." Josh snarled. "Piss off. We're just here for a goddamn Coke. Got a problem with that?" Harley glared at Josh's closed fist. "Then why the hell do you have switchblade on you? Gonna stab me while I'm filling up the tank. Typical. Don't have the balls to fight me like a man."
Andy reached out and shoved Harley hard. His friend grabbed Andy by the collar and punched him across his left cheek. Blood trickled down his lip, and he struggled to regain his focus while Josh came at Harley with his blade. Two other men came out of the car, running toward the fight. "Hey, hey!" The man behind the counter at the gas station yelled. "Take it somewhere else! Hey!" He tried to pull at Harley and Josh's collars, but they knocked him to the ground. He quickly scrambled away and pulled out his cell phone.
It wasn't long before the police arrived, followed by two limousines. The door of the first swung open, revealing a well-dressed middle aged man and his wife. "Ugh.....that's it! Elena, get my gun!" Barton Russo roared. "I've had enough of Toleoni and his bullshit. My gun, Elena!" His wife glared at him. "I will not." she sniffed. "Whenever there's any kind of conflict, you have to blow someone's head off. Leave it to the police." Elena Russo crossed her arms and sat back into the seat. Angered, Russo glared at the policemen as they arrested all involved in the fight. He heard a car door slam, and turned around to see his enemy, Victor Toleoni, and his wife, Antonia.
"Should have known you were behind this." Toleoni snorted. Antonia rolled her eyes and sighed. "If I know that Harley, he probably started it in the first place. Have you seen Damian?" She rose on her toes and searched for her son. "If he was in this fight, I will never let him leave the house."
"Alright. Russo, Toleoni." The sheriff had walked out of the head police car. "I'm giving you one more chance. You're shallow business is giving our entire city a rotten reputation. Either you solve whatever it is that's so unbearable..." The sheriff glared them both in the eye. "Or I can have you both arrested and doing plenty of time. Do I make myself clear?" Russo glared at the sheriff for a long while, and strode off toward the limousine, his wife in tow. Toleoni, on the other hand, refused to leave. "I can give you money." he offered the sheriff. "I am a very rich man, you see. Very rich indeed. I can make it worth your while if Russo is arrested and sent out of the city." The sheriff glared at the man with disgust. "You know I can't do that. Mafia boss or not, you're aren't above the law. I suggest you go home. Now." he said angrily. Toleoni grunted and turned on his heel, marching back to the limousine. "Mr. Toleoni!" called a voice from behind him. He turned around to see Sean, his son's closest friend. "What's going on?" Toleoni turned to Sean and they both walked toward the limousine. "I'll give you a ride home and I'll explain it to you. Damian said he wanted to talk to you."
Sean nodded and took a seat next to Toleoni in the car. "Russo's up to his usual business." he explained. "One of their bodyguards pulled a knife on Tucker and Harley and the gas station clerk called the police." Beside him, Antonia snorted. "Once again, you know Harley. He probably insulted one of their mothers out of nowhere." she sighed. "Sean, dear, do you know what Damian is so depressed about lately? He just sits in his room all day, listening to that awful screaming music. He doesn't go out or speak to anyone. I'm getting worried." Sean turned his attention to Mrs. Toleoni, leaning over the seat. He'd also noticed that his friend had become withdrawn, only leaving his room when necessary. "I'm not sure. I saw him this morning out of the house and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he didn't seem like he wanted o talk to anybody." Antonia blinked, turning herself a bit more in the car seat. "He was out of his room? Where was he?" she asked.
"I saw him at the park on my way to get some pizza this morning. He looked pretty mad at something, so I left him alone." The car pulled into the long driveway to a large, marble white house . "Oh. His car's here. I think he's in his room again." he said, opening the door to the limousine. "Would you mind going up there and asking him what the problem is. His mom and I would like to see a bit more of him." Sean nodded and followed the Toleonis into the house. He walked up the long, winding staircase until he heard the loud, booming music that signified his friend was home. Sean knocked on the door until Damian opened it sometime later. "Hey, man. You look really bad." Sean said. He was only half joking. Damian's shaggy chestnut brown hair seemed to stick out instead of laying flat on his head, and there were dark purple marks under his eyes. "Funny." he grumbled. "Want to take a crack at my shitty attitude next? What are you doing here anyway? Did my dad tell you to come up here and bug me?" Sean sighed and flopped down on the couch by Damian's computer. "Hey!" Damian yelled. "Get off my computer!" Sean smirked and snatched the laptop away. "What? Are you internet stalking someone?" he laughed, looking at the screen.
"You are!" The page was the personal website of a girl they had had seen around the city, shopping and generally going about her business. "You're after Skyler Cuthbert?" he asked, looking at Damian. "So what? It's not like she wants me anyway. " he snapped, flopping down on his bed again. "Is that what this is all about?" asked Sean. "Well, you should have known. She doesn't date anybody. Thinks she's too good for anyone." Damian didn't respond. After a while, he rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. "You're right." he sighed. "I should have known. Skyler is too good for me. Way too good. She's so beautiful, how could she possibly want me?" Damian shook his head and sat up, leaning against the wall next to his bed. "I think....I think I actually loved her." he sighed. Sean shook his head. He didn't like seeing Damian so depressed. "I know what you need." he said, shoving him a little. "Come to the fair with me and Colin and the guys tonight. You can get a girl twice as hot." Damian glared at Sean. "No." he said simply. "Skyler will probably be there. I'm in no mood to see her and have her friends laugh at me for trying to ask her out. Forget it." Sean grabbed a pillow and hit Damian with it as hard as she could. "Who cares if a bunch of sluts laugh at you? It'll be fun, and I guarantee you you'll get another girl and forget all about that bitch." Damian snatched the pillow out of his friends hands and threw it across the room. "Get the hell out, Sean. If you just came here to harass me, you're a bigger asshole than I thought. " he grumbled. Sean sighed in defeat and walked toward the door. "Look." Damian called after him. "Fine. Whatever. I'll go. But only to make you guys miserable so you'll regret dragging me there."
Sean smiled. "Good. Some sunlight would do you good. You look like a vampire."
"The fair's at night."
"Shut up, Damian."
Josh ran his hand through his slightly greasy brown hair, scanning the scenery of the gas station. "Damned Toleonis." he grumbled as the familiar flashy Corvette pulled up. "Hey, Josh." his friend called from over his shoulder. "Aw Christ, they just want to fuckin' pick a fight 'cause they're bored." Andy sighed wearily. "Mafia....what a career." he groaned. Josh shoved his hand into his pocket and ran his fingers over the Russo crest switchblade. Andy smiled cockily and flipped the bird in the direction of the Toleoni car. "Hey!" one of the burly men in the car yelled. "What the fuck? We were just gonna get some gas. Why don't you pussies just mind your own business?" Another man jumped out of the car. "Just ignore these guys, Harley." he glared directly into Andy's eyes. "They're too stupid to understand." Josh snarled. "Piss off. We're just here for a goddamn Coke. Got a problem with that?" Harley glared at Josh's closed fist. "Then why the hell do you have switchblade on you? Gonna stab me while I'm filling up the tank. Typical. Don't have the balls to fight me like a man."
Andy reached out and shoved Harley hard. His friend grabbed Andy by the collar and punched him across his left cheek. Blood trickled down his lip, and he struggled to regain his focus while Josh came at Harley with his blade. Two other men came out of the car, running toward the fight. "Hey, hey!" The man behind the counter at the gas station yelled. "Take it somewhere else! Hey!" He tried to pull at Harley and Josh's collars, but they knocked him to the ground. He quickly scrambled away and pulled out his cell phone.
It wasn't long before the police arrived, followed by two limousines. The door of the first swung open, revealing a well-dressed middle aged man and his wife. "Ugh.....that's it! Elena, get my gun!" Barton Russo roared. "I've had enough of Toleoni and his bullshit. My gun, Elena!" His wife glared at him. "I will not." she sniffed. "Whenever there's any kind of conflict, you have to blow someone's head off. Leave it to the police." Elena Russo crossed her arms and sat back into the seat. Angered, Russo glared at the policemen as they arrested all involved in the fight. He heard a car door slam, and turned around to see his enemy, Victor Toleoni, and his wife, Antonia.
"Should have known you were behind this." Toleoni snorted. Antonia rolled her eyes and sighed. "If I know that Harley, he probably started it in the first place. Have you seen Damian?" She rose on her toes and searched for her son. "If he was in this fight, I will never let him leave the house."
"Alright. Russo, Toleoni." The sheriff had walked out of the head police car. "I'm giving you one more chance. You're shallow business is giving our entire city a rotten reputation. Either you solve whatever it is that's so unbearable..." The sheriff glared them both in the eye. "Or I can have you both arrested and doing plenty of time. Do I make myself clear?" Russo glared at the sheriff for a long while, and strode off toward the limousine, his wife in tow. Toleoni, on the other hand, refused to leave. "I can give you money." he offered the sheriff. "I am a very rich man, you see. Very rich indeed. I can make it worth your while if Russo is arrested and sent out of the city." The sheriff glared at the man with disgust. "You know I can't do that. Mafia boss or not, you're aren't above the law. I suggest you go home. Now." he said angrily. Toleoni grunted and turned on his heel, marching back to the limousine. "Mr. Toleoni!" called a voice from behind him. He turned around to see Sean, his son's closest friend. "What's going on?" Toleoni turned to Sean and they both walked toward the limousine. "I'll give you a ride home and I'll explain it to you. Damian said he wanted to talk to you."
Sean nodded and took a seat next to Toleoni in the car. "Russo's up to his usual business." he explained. "One of their bodyguards pulled a knife on Tucker and Harley and the gas station clerk called the police." Beside him, Antonia snorted. "Once again, you know Harley. He probably insulted one of their mothers out of nowhere." she sighed. "Sean, dear, do you know what Damian is so depressed about lately? He just sits in his room all day, listening to that awful screaming music. He doesn't go out or speak to anyone. I'm getting worried." Sean turned his attention to Mrs. Toleoni, leaning over the seat. He'd also noticed that his friend had become withdrawn, only leaving his room when necessary. "I'm not sure. I saw him this morning out of the house and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he didn't seem like he wanted o talk to anybody." Antonia blinked, turning herself a bit more in the car seat. "He was out of his room? Where was he?" she asked.
"I saw him at the park on my way to get some pizza this morning. He looked pretty mad at something, so I left him alone." The car pulled into the long driveway to a large, marble white house . "Oh. His car's here. I think he's in his room again." he said, opening the door to the limousine. "Would you mind going up there and asking him what the problem is. His mom and I would like to see a bit more of him." Sean nodded and followed the Toleonis into the house. He walked up the long, winding staircase until he heard the loud, booming music that signified his friend was home. Sean knocked on the door until Damian opened it sometime later. "Hey, man. You look really bad." Sean said. He was only half joking. Damian's shaggy chestnut brown hair seemed to stick out instead of laying flat on his head, and there were dark purple marks under his eyes. "Funny." he grumbled. "Want to take a crack at my shitty attitude next? What are you doing here anyway? Did my dad tell you to come up here and bug me?" Sean sighed and flopped down on the couch by Damian's computer. "Hey!" Damian yelled. "Get off my computer!" Sean smirked and snatched the laptop away. "What? Are you internet stalking someone?" he laughed, looking at the screen.
"You are!" The page was the personal website of a girl they had had seen around the city, shopping and generally going about her business. "You're after Skyler Cuthbert?" he asked, looking at Damian. "So what? It's not like she wants me anyway. " he snapped, flopping down on his bed again. "Is that what this is all about?" asked Sean. "Well, you should have known. She doesn't date anybody. Thinks she's too good for anyone." Damian didn't respond. After a while, he rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. "You're right." he sighed. "I should have known. Skyler is too good for me. Way too good. She's so beautiful, how could she possibly want me?" Damian shook his head and sat up, leaning against the wall next to his bed. "I think....I think I actually loved her." he sighed. Sean shook his head. He didn't like seeing Damian so depressed. "I know what you need." he said, shoving him a little. "Come to the fair with me and Colin and the guys tonight. You can get a girl twice as hot." Damian glared at Sean. "No." he said simply. "Skyler will probably be there. I'm in no mood to see her and have her friends laugh at me for trying to ask her out. Forget it." Sean grabbed a pillow and hit Damian with it as hard as she could. "Who cares if a bunch of sluts laugh at you? It'll be fun, and I guarantee you you'll get another girl and forget all about that bitch." Damian snatched the pillow out of his friends hands and threw it across the room. "Get the hell out, Sean. If you just came here to harass me, you're a bigger asshole than I thought. " he grumbled. Sean sighed in defeat and walked toward the door. "Look." Damian called after him. "Fine. Whatever. I'll go. But only to make you guys miserable so you'll regret dragging me there."
Sean smiled. "Good. Some sunlight would do you good. You look like a vampire."
"The fair's at night."
"Shut up, Damian."