[color=00aeef][b][h3]Vittorio[/h3][/b][/color]

Vittorio raised his head slightly from where he sat in the crowd, a small trail of blood leaving the corner of his mouth. He had overdone it yet again, but this time he could move. He had to move. He reached up with his right hand to his mouth, wiping the blood into the palm of his hand and then pocketing it into his large hoodie-pocket, wiping it off on the inside of it. He got unto his feet and began to walk in the quickest manner he could towards the St.Laurel's students corner. Alto had to be there somewhere. Along the way he found the instrument of his revenge, some less known members of Mephisto's school had broken a window to a cleaning shed which was outside the stands where people sat or stood in. Vittorio approached the shattered shards of glass on the ground, he leaned down as best as he could. Pushing back the feeling of throwing up and passing out, he'd grabbed one of the larger glass shards and then went around the shed.

He quickly raised his hoodie abit to grab the shirt he had under it, using the glass shard he began cutting out straps of cloth from it. Some smaller glass shards would get into the palm of his hand as he did this. He flinched at the pain, but pain was something he was used to. His entire existance as far as he knew was a pain, he could handle this. After all it would soon finally be over, once and for all it would be over. The long haired young man began to swiftly wrap the pieces of cloth around the bottom part of the shard, giving him a good grip to hold unto. This improvised dagger which would surely find it's way to the core of his suffering.
Vittorio pocketed the glass shard into his hoodie pocket and hid it there with his bloodied hand. 

He said in a low voice. [b][color=00aeef]"I'll put an end to everything... this time for certain."[/color][/b] Vittorio stepped out into the St.laurel gathering of students, moving slowly past several of them, his hood over his head. Where was he? Where the hell was Alto?

In the end, all he believed he could count on was himself. The Mephisto school and it's members had aided him, but the way Yuuto had attacked Katherine. With the same look in his eyes as Vittorio himself had reserved for Alto. Maybe there was something he didn't know? Well it didn't matter. Katherine was not his enemy. Neither was William. That's when he saw his enemy. Further up ahead. Standing close to some of the St.Laurel's staff.

[i][color=00aeef]Nothing can stop it now... just a few more steps... I won't let anyone get in the way.[/color][/i]