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[color=ec008c][h3][center]Lost Haven, Slums[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=ec008c][h2][center]"So much family drama..."[/center][/h2][/color]

The warm splatter of blood gushed from a wound forced onto the finely clad frame of a mobster. The bright red streak stretching from one end of his stomach to the other would spare no one the sight of guts pushing themselves through the opened path. Due to the boy's close distance, guns were quite difficult to use. Pinpointing his location as his incredibly quick and agile movements darted him from one location to the other forced the mobsters to shoot wildly in hopes of hitting their target. "Just kill him!" Another shouted, firing a shot which connected with the floor. Such loud and crude weaponry guns were. Each shot was a deafening symphony better left unheard, and the unpredictable outcome each time the trigger was pulled back made them less than reliable in some situations. A blade would never betray its user, no complicated machination behind the procedure of swinging a sword.

Spinning his body around, the young swordsman delivered a circular slash towards his enemies who had yet to manage a chance in regrouping from having the boy amidst their lines. It didn't take long for the loud booms to finally die out, along with a floor filled with the cadavers of what used to be highly feared members of the Italian mafia. Not a single bullet had managed to hit its mark, the mobsters afraid of hitting their allies while at the same time unable to get an accurate shot on the enemy connecting steel with their flesh. The battle was over in seconds as battles so often were, the boy now breathing heavily as he approached the captive. [color=ec008c]"You okay...?"[/color]

"Y-you're Edge? You're just a kid!" It was safe to say that the mafia's kin was trembling more now than he had before the kitchen was repainted with the sanguine wine flowing through a person's veins. "Shit, you killed everyone. There's so much blood..."

[color=ec008c]"Don't think talking to them would have worked..."[/color] Milo returned, walking behind the chair to give the ropes tieing the captive down a good slash to sever their hold.

Jumping up from the chair, the young man nearly stumbled to the blood soaked floor before he turned around and looked at Milo with terror in his eyes. "Y-you're not gonna' kill me, too?" 

[color=ec008c]"No..."[/color]

"Yeah, well, excuse me when I say that I don't exactly believe you. You kill mobsters, right? Well dad's-"

[color=ec008c]"You're not your dad..."[/color] Milo cut him off, cleaning the edge of his sword on a tissue before returning the blade to its scabbard. 

"Look, I'm grateful you saved me, I am. Though..." Giovanni continued, turning his eyes to the mess piling up on the floor. "This won't exactly be swept under the rug. Those guys weren't just grunts, you know." Turning his eyes back to Milo, Giovanni gulped and tried to remain as calm as one could expect him to. "I'd hate to ask you to do more for me but can you please help me get home? After all of this, I don't really want to be by myself." 

Tilting his head slightly at the question, Milo finally sighed and offered the other boy a soft nod. [color=ec008c]"Sure..."[/color] It was true that he couldn't just leave Giovanni to head out by himself after this went down. Others could be coming for him, after all. 

"Thanks, uhm...can I just ask one question?" Giovanni continued, hugging himself slightly in an attempt to stop the trembling. "Everyone says heroes don't kill..."

[color=ec008c]"Not calling myself a hero..."[/color] In other words, Milo believed in more permanent solutions to issues like this. Indeed, every life was worth something but in the midst of battle, he couldn't consider that. Every battle Milo had ended up in was one to the death. Unless he killed his enemy, they would put him down. Even though he couldn't die, they would surely restrain him and keep him prisoner. The best case scenario would be him escaping, the worst case would be them selling him off to some researcher who'd cut him open on a daily basis. The alternative to killing a murderous criminal wasn't worth it, it never was. 

"Alright, well...let's go." Giovanni finished, stumbling closer to the door before he finally keeled over and vomited onto the tile floor. It was finally getting to him. The sight, the smell, the sound of blood dripping from a corpse, it was a lot to take in. Seeing it didn't exactly leave Milo unaffected. A sight like this would surely turn the stomach of anyone and despite his tolerance for death, one could never truly eradicate the feelings of disturbance in a situation such as this. Once Giovanni had collected himself, the young man tried to straighten up and continued through the backdoor and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. "This day has been so fucked up!" 

[color=ec008c]"Hope it ends here..."[/color] Milo, or Edge as it was, offered. It was a name which was growing in infame among the criminally inclined. In truth, Milo would never go as far as to use deadly force against someone who didn't return the favor. A thief was one thing, but a murderer was another. Milo didn't waste his time with small fry crooks who made a living by stealing from others. Material possessions didn't much matter to the boy either way and thus he didn't much care for such petty crimes. No, his targets were people who turned murder into a business. People who traded in lives, they were on his hit list.

"Shit, we're gonna' need a car key to get out of here." Giovanni retorted, turning his eyes back to the restaurant with a shudder passing through his body. 

[color=ec008c]"You can drive...?"[/color] 

"Yeah." 

[color=ec008c]"Alright..."[/color] Sparing Giovanni the sight of death a second time, Milo reentered the restaurant to salvage a pair of car keys. It wasn't difficult, but he was starting to understand that this was going to take a lot longer than expected. He'd never get into a car with someone he didn't know but Giovanni wasn't exactly going to back out on the only protection he had right now. [color=ec008c]"Here..."[/color] Flicking the keys to the only one who knew how to operate a vehicle, Milo watched as Giovanni tried to unlock one car after the other until they finally found one compatible with the key Milo had acquired. 

"Alright come on." Giovanni breathed out a sigh of relief as he stepped into the car. Joining him in the front, Milo rested his blade against the car seat. "Thanks for coming with me."

[color=ec008c]"Sure..."[/color]

Pulling away from the restaurant, Giovanni drove onto the road started on their path to his home. It was a journey which took nearly fifteen minutes by car and Milo couldn't help but think about how he'd get home later. That wasn't going to be a huge issue, though. He was in the gig to help people, wasn't he? Leaving Giovanni now could have been a death sentence. Though the teenager calmed down in the car, he tried to turn the conversation elsewhere in a desperate attempt not to panic. For him, things hadn't quite calmed down yet. "Wait a minute..." He sniffed the air. "Is that strawberry?" 

[color=ec008c]"Yeah..."[/color] Milo crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at the driver. [color=ec008c]Problem...?"[/color]

"I guess I just didn't expect a ninja swordsman to smell like a strawberry." Giovanni chuckled, the worries gone for just a brief moment.

[color=ec008c]"They were out of 'Bloody and Sweaty'..."[/color] Milo shot back, leaning back in his seat. 

"Heh, that's funny." Giovanni finished. 

Once their conversation ended, a large building, a mansion if described correctly, appeared in the distance, it's white walls painting a beautiful picture of extravagance and wealth. Pillars stood welcoming anyone who would walk through the large entrance and a garden fit for kings stretched around the mansion's foundation. "Where are the guards...?" At the sight of this beautiful scene, worry would return to wash over each of Giovanni's senses as the two stepped out of the car. "Something's wrong." Without uttering a response, Milo followed the young man to the front door and saw him open the path to his home. A warm greeting from within was not what welcomed them, however. 

"Giovanni!" A female voice echoed through the blood soaked hall, guards laying scattered upon the floor with bullet wounds covering their bodies. Atop a set of impressive marble stairs stood a woman along with two of her goons. A third man accompanied them, a middle aged male taking the role of hostage with a gun pointed to his head.

"Dad!" Giovanni shot back before seeing how several goons poured in from the other rooms with their guns pointed at Milo and the panicking teenager.

"Come here, sweetheart. We just want to convince your papa to help us out." The woman continued. "And who is your little friend, Giovanni?" 

"Let dad go!" Ignoring her question, the teenager tried to futilely convince her of releasing his father, though he was met with little more than laughter and approaching goons. 

[color=ec008c][i]"Well this is a pickle..."[/i][/color] Milo clenched his teeth, his fingers around the bagged blade tightening.