▬ here you'll find me inbetween heaven and hell;

[morbidlyfun]

WHO: Luki, Giovanni. Eventually Heine.
WHAT: Giovanni demanded that Luki come to find him or he'd go get her himself. So she is complying, but Giovanni doesn't realize he's in for a doozy.
WHERE: Docks.
WHEN: Not long after Giovanni's post.

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[such_akindbeast]

There was a long moment where Giovanni wasn't really sure what was going on anymore. The world, it seemed, was eclipsed by the feeling in his gut -- a sharp wall of pain that sprung from deep within his belly and now towered over him, threatening to topple; it bisected him and two, severing all ties between his muscles and his mind. Scrambling among the dunes, he struggled to his knees, one hand clutched firmly over the wounds of his stomach, desperate to keep his insides in. He'd felt pain before -- many times, in fact, over the years; when he was a child it had become part of his very nature, part of his daily ritual like eating and sleeping and getting dressed. Enduring it came as easily as breathing in those days; but this was different, this was visceral, and these wounds -- it seemed -- would not heal. There no familiar jolt to the system this time, that smell of cauterization as the flesh simply welded itself back together.

Giovanni tried to sit up and back on his feet, but his body refused and he collapsed again, one shoulder dug deep into the sand. Looking up, the first thing he saw was the circle. Black and perfectly round -- the muzzle of a gun. "Heine..." Giovanni managed, before a shuddering cough racked his body. Spitting up blood and bile onto the ground, he tried his best to manage a smile. Everything hurt -- his tongue, his gums, the soft parts inside of his mouth -- but he didn't care, he needed to smile, needed to show Heine that he was still alive, unwilling to die until he had his turn and unafraid of the gun that was now trained on him. "You made it, brother," he rasped, red staining his lips and his teeth. "I knew you'd come."