MURDERAN: THE STORY OF A ONE-ARMED MAN AND HOW HE TOUCHED PEOPLES' LIVES

[loving_killing]

Who: Ladd Russo, J.J, Moses, Alexander Wolfgang, Firo Prochainezo, Zack Fair, Allen Walker, Miles Edgeworth, Jonathan Teatime
What: Ladd's Fun Murder Spree Adventure!
Where: All around Nautilus!
When: Late Saturday afternoon into the night.
Warnings: Character death. Copious violence. Probably language especially considering we have an Alex.
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[morte_e_vita]

     This guy...is crazy. It wasn't some great revelation or anything, but to experience this notion for oneself was close to it. Firo didn't want to judge anyone by rumor, no matter their notoriety. He preferred to find out things for himself.

...he would have to admit that instances like these were ones he regretted. He frowned as Ladd kept the shotgun pressed firmly against him. Damn, he's really gonna do it-

The fist at his side clenched. Ladd wanted to see the look on his face, but perhaps it wouldn't be one he'd quite expect. Firo looked at the mad Russo perhaps defiantly, brow furrowed, a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes. His other hand twitched, as though he had debated on making some attempt, but he knew he was too late.

Ladd gave no warning when he pulled the trigger, and Firo felt the shot explode into him. He felt hot, and then cold, like he'd been iced over. Numbness from shock, a thankful thing because he was sure that had to hurt like hell. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten shot, but point blank with a shotgun wasn't a way he'd ever have cared to go.

Blood splattered on the ground behind him, oozed at the gaping wound and soaked into his suit. His body hit the ground moments after, lifeless, still, framed by the slowly growing pool of crimson.

[loving_killing]

And that was that. The static line of the shotgun remained poised triumphantly in the air for a moment or two before Ladd lowered it back down to his side, utterly ignoring the other man's blood that now stained his hand and cuff. Then he just smiled to himself, looking halfway disappointed.

"Firo, huh? Not much of a reaction at all! Even 'til the end, you had that face on... You're an interesting kid. Maybe we'll talk some more when you come back."

Once he'd said that, he chuckled derisively - at himself or at the body - and turned on his heel. Success was always so good. Even then, the guy hadn't been the least bit afraid when he died... so he couldn't help but feel just a little bit let down.

But the night was still young. Humming to himself, Ladd skipped off in another direction, looking for his next victim, and completely unaware of Firo's blood seeping out of his clothes and away from his hand to go back to its source.