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

[i][color=00aeef]Just a few more steps... justice and the final requiem.[/color][/i] His eyes all of a sudden was drawn to the side, it was a voice in the crowd calling out to him as he mentally hymned on the song Charlotte had sung, what felt like so long ago.[i][color=00aeef] Every now and then I hear you calling out to me, say won't you come here... ? [/color][/i] It was Bak, not mistake about it. She had come to try to stop him? To try save the lamb from the butcher's axe. But it's too late. Too late.

[i][color=00aeef]...when I'm my weakest and nothing can rescue me.[/color][/i] Vittorio own voice echoed in his head. He then saw her through the crowd of people, followed by Celestine. He allowed a slight smile decorate his face, his eyes closing for just a brief moment after meeting with Bak's and Celestine's. Vittorio formed something simple, yet something which many people could read out just by appearance alone usually.

[color=00aeef]Good...bye.[/color] His dry lips formed, without actually saying the words, spotting Rurik also appearing on the scene, he knew he had to hurry to not be interupted, as his eyes set on Alto whom was just within reach of him. The way they were yelling his name in the distance would be caught unto by Alto if they kept this up, he had to move now. It was his one and only chance. He pulled out the improvised dagger made out of glass from his hoodie pocket and did the quickest thrust forwards he had ever done since his injury, everything was put into this strike. Two years of pain and reoccuring nightmares.

When the glass blade finally connected, he felt as if every part of his being recoiled as an effect. He looked down to his chest, stumbling backwards abit. The glass shard had found it's way into Alto's side, the boy had quickly turned and shot Vittorio through the shoulder area using his finger lasers. Abit of blood poured out from Vittorio's mouth. It also felt as if it had not been the only thing hitting him, but he wasn't certain.

[b][color=00aeef]"This is for you Alto... from all those lives you led astray and destroyed..."[/color][/b] He said in a mix of pain, weariness and anger. His vision going blurry, he fell backwards with his hands held out. The surrounding people gasped and panicked around him, but their voices were now being muffled to him. Some of the security were on the way, as was Bak, Celestine and Rurik. He could see them well enough, as he tried to focus his vision. As if everything was happening in slow motion.

[i][color=00aeef]This world... I hate it. You made my existance in the end a little less painful. For that you have my thanks... Am I forgiven for failing you, mom... dad... Charlotte... Geon...? At the end... I cannot help but feel it, the wish... to live. Is is allright for me to let go? To finally let go..?[/color][/i] He made a faint attempt at moving his left hand, the pain he couldn't feel it now, but the movement was not overly refined. He made a crude childlike motion of a wave using his bloodied hand. [i][color=00aeef]Goodbye Bak... Celestine...Rurik..  [/color][/i] Then his eyes closed and the darkness was all around. He saw Charlotte as an ghostly manifestation in his mind. [color=00aeef]'There's still alot of things you can do Vitto! Don't give up! Fight on!' [/color]

[i][color=00aeef]Charlotte...[/color][/i] A single tear fell from his right eye. Those present by his body could now see the astral manifestation of the boy, how he looked two years ago, just for a brief moment. His sight set on Bak, with a smile on his face before the astral figure broke apart and began to fade away.