Combattenti di Morte
Title: Combattenti di Morte
Author: dyingisbliss58
Rating: Unrated as of yet
A/N: This is all me. I wrote it one day in English. If you want to use it for whatever, ie. graphics, please credit the story and share your creations! I'd like to see them!
Enjoy!
The dark of the night keeps me safe. I can hide in the shadows of the buildings, making my way from alley to alley.
I'm fighting to live. Living to fight. It's all I know, and all that matters now.
All my life I've been fighting. I was born into a war, my fate already decided. My mother died when I was five. I can still remember the smell of her shampoo that morning.
I would have been next if my father and brother hadn't come in. The very next day I was taught how to fight, and what I was fighting for.
To this day I fight with the image of my mother's body burned into my senses.
This war has gotten out of hand. I can't travel through the town in daylight without a bullet fly at me. I've lost family, friends, everything because of this war.
A week ago I was engaged. Amidst this blood bath I found love. But like everything else, I lost him. But it was just as well. He lied to me. He was the enemy. I would have killed him if I knew.
Now he leads a manhunt for me. The price of my body, dead or alive, is $500,000. It's an expected amount for the next one in line to lead the Combattenti di Morte.
I was ordered into hiding when the bounty was released, but when someone leaked where I was, I've had no choice but to run.
Fighting would be suicide, and I have not survived 20 years in this war to die.
Author: dyingisbliss58
Rating: Unrated as of yet
A/N: This is all me. I wrote it one day in English. If you want to use it for whatever, ie. graphics, please credit the story and share your creations! I'd like to see them!
Enjoy!
The dark of the night keeps me safe. I can hide in the shadows of the buildings, making my way from alley to alley.
I'm fighting to live. Living to fight. It's all I know, and all that matters now.
All my life I've been fighting. I was born into a war, my fate already decided. My mother died when I was five. I can still remember the smell of her shampoo that morning.
I would have been next if my father and brother hadn't come in. The very next day I was taught how to fight, and what I was fighting for.
To this day I fight with the image of my mother's body burned into my senses.
This war has gotten out of hand. I can't travel through the town in daylight without a bullet fly at me. I've lost family, friends, everything because of this war.
A week ago I was engaged. Amidst this blood bath I found love. But like everything else, I lost him. But it was just as well. He lied to me. He was the enemy. I would have killed him if I knew.
Now he leads a manhunt for me. The price of my body, dead or alive, is $500,000. It's an expected amount for the next one in line to lead the Combattenti di Morte.
I was ordered into hiding when the bounty was released, but when someone leaked where I was, I've had no choice but to run.
Fighting would be suicide, and I have not survived 20 years in this war to die.