May 13, 2017 17:09
Luck was in trouble, again. He fucked something up, again. He was being punished by Giovanni, again.
He kind of snooped into things he shouldn't; excusing himself with, 'I'm bored as fuck'. Giovanni got wind of it pretty fast because one minute, he's in a swivel chair, going through private files in the database. The next minute, he was being ripped out of the fucking chair by his hair, which is shorter now, but still longer than Luck likes it to be.
The punishment went how it always went. Giovanni hitting, kicking, whip cracking and just all out abuse while Luck kept his eyes on Giovanni's. It was like a sign of defiance. Giovanni could beat him almost to death, fuck, even Snake could; but Luck bows to no one. He'll go along with this whole thing and play nice, but he wasn't a fucking boot licker.
When Giovanni took a few steps back, considering ending it there because Luck was pretty fucked up. Then Luck spit his blood onto Giovanni's shoe. Against something Snake doesn't take lightly, Giovanni started to try and break him mentally with the info of Luck's abusers.
Giovanni crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you ever wonder why no one would save you?" Luck looked up at him. "Why they let those men fucking fuck you over and over again?" Luck narrowed his eyes slightly. "It's because they don't care. They think it's funny and ironic that the shit you used to do is being thrown back into your pathetic face." Luck's face went a little neutral and he went quiet. Giovanni doesn't feel good emotions, if any at all. Luck was being so passive, it made him wonder for a moment if Luck was actually broken.
That little bit of curiousty left his mind very quickly as Luck began to cackle at him. Luck even hung his head and laughed harder.
"Why're you laughing, street rat?"
Luck slowed his laughter to a chuckle and looked up at him. "Christ, man. It's fuckin' funny that you went there. I didn't think your goodie goodie, hop in line attitude could come up with that shit." He shook his head. "Goddamn."
Giovanni narrowed his eyes a little. "You've only been punished in a nice way. Your punishment is all physical, if it was mentally-"
Luck tilted his head in a questioning manner. "If it was mentally, it'd break me?" Giovanni glared at him, but didn't say anything. "Okay, look, you loyal dog," Giovanni glared harder. "You guys, yeah? You guys live by a code. There's rules and regulations you have to follow." Luck's eyes started to get a little odd; Giovanni dully noted that. "You guys fall out of that fucking line, you get hurt so fucking bad. You even play nice with your damn enemies."
"You want to know the difference between me and you fucks? Especially you?"
A vein in Giovanni's head popped after Luck said that. Like Luck was better than him. But he just had to hear whatever bullshit Luck was about to spew. "Enlighten me, Lucky."
Luck chuckled. "The difference between me and you guys is that you guys bend your own fucking rules so there's almost no casualties in every fucked up situtation you guys get into. You guys pussyfoot around. You guys try to please everyone." Luck smirked a little. "I don't fuckin' work that way. And here's the difference between me and you." Giovanni narrowed his eyes. "If you were the one that those fuckers fucked, you might kill them. But there's a sky high chance that you wouldn't, because that's a no-no." Giovanni noticed Luck's eyes changing again. They looked more malicious.
"With me though, I have no fucking chains holding me like that. I can fucking do whatever I want and one way or another, I will rip them apart."
"You're 'playing nice' right now by being here, Lucky."
Luck chuckled. "Exactly. 'Playing Nice' isn't bowing down to your pathetic feet. It's me sitting against the fucking post, thinking about how long it would take to drain you of your blood, but not acting on it right now. And you know what?" Giovanni glared at him again. "It'll fucking happen. Because I'm not one of yours. I'm not Snake's or Ellie's, Fitch's or even fucking Nero. I'm my own leader. I got no chains on me. When people fuck with me, they fucking die." Luck leaned forward, unconciously making his face look more blood thristy. "You will too. Because none of your bullshit rules apply to me." He slowly sat back up, leaning against the post.
"The Geneva Convention doesn't apply to me because I'm more free than you'll ever be."
Giovanni stared for a moment. Was this really the same idiot that goofed around while he was free? And the one his son beats on all the time? Maybe Luck was more dangerous than he previously thought.
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