BDS Fic: A Realization
Disclaimer: Standard
Notes: Set during the scene where Il Duce meets the twins. Spoilers only if you've never seen the movie, and if that's the case, why are you starting with this? Watch the movie first!
A sound behind you interrupts the prayer for Rocco, and you and your twin turn as one, easily mirroring each other to point guns at the newcomer. You don't know who he is, but he shot Rocco, shot you, shot your brother, and only your twin's inaction keeps you from unloading the clip into his face. Rocco had been your friend, and that alone is grounds enough to open fire, but your twin, your other half, your everything, is more important, and that makes the offense so much worse. It doesn't so much bother you to be shot at; of the time people aim for you, you kind of deserve it anyway. If your twin had died in the last encounter with this man, this man would have died as well.
Then the man speaks, just as you start to squeeze the trigger. His words are not some vow of revenge, neither are they offers of work or begging for you to not shoot. His words are your family's words, the prayer you've known since before you could hurtshootkill, and you know without looking that, while your twin has not lowered his gun, he's also almost dropped it in shock.
The fucking bastard who shot your twin is your father. Your luck is funny like that.
Notes: Set during the scene where Il Duce meets the twins. Spoilers only if you've never seen the movie, and if that's the case, why are you starting with this? Watch the movie first!
A sound behind you interrupts the prayer for Rocco, and you and your twin turn as one, easily mirroring each other to point guns at the newcomer. You don't know who he is, but he shot Rocco, shot you, shot your brother, and only your twin's inaction keeps you from unloading the clip into his face. Rocco had been your friend, and that alone is grounds enough to open fire, but your twin, your other half, your everything, is more important, and that makes the offense so much worse. It doesn't so much bother you to be shot at; of the time people aim for you, you kind of deserve it anyway. If your twin had died in the last encounter with this man, this man would have died as well.
Then the man speaks, just as you start to squeeze the trigger. His words are not some vow of revenge, neither are they offers of work or begging for you to not shoot. His words are your family's words, the prayer you've known since before you could hurtshootkill, and you know without looking that, while your twin has not lowered his gun, he's also almost dropped it in shock.
The fucking bastard who shot your twin is your father. Your luck is funny like that.