Female Shepard, earthborn origin. Really short.
Edit: Haha, Sorry for the messed up parragraphs /facepalm. I fail.
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Giovanni
removed the pizza from the oven, cut a large slice off and gave it to her. The restaurant was empty at this time of the
day. More customers would show up for supper but until then, they were the only
ones in the local.
“Juliett, cara mia, promise me you won’t do it again.” He said, showing
a mixture of quasi-paternal compassion and worry.
She devoured the slice of
pizza in silence. It was her first warm meal in days and
she was enjoying every little piece of it. He stared briefly at her, waiting
for a reaction that didn’t happen, then shook his head from side to side
and turned around to keep an eye on the oven.
When she was done eating she remained silent, playing with a napkin totally
lost in thought. She lifted her eyes to meet his back and then she
realized that he was the only person for whom she felt something. He had taken
her out of the streets, gave her a decent job, shelter and now he had bailed
her out of prison despite his bad financial situation. Sometimes she wondered
why he had chosen to help her. She thought that at some point she would have to
slash his throat and dump his body
in the nearest sewer if he ever tried to abuse her. But no, old Giovanni was
different from the other men she had met in her short –but intense- life. He
was an Italian immigrant in his fifties who had come to Montreal seeking
to start from scratch and leave behind a life of shady business. He was the closest
thing to a father that she had ever had.
Noise coming from the door disturbed her thinking. Two young men wearing
sunglasses came in
and sat at the table nearby. “Do you need me tonight?” she asked, making a
gesture with her head in the direction of the couple.
“No. You better take the night off while everything settles in.” Giovanni’s voice
came from the kitchen.
“Gio...” She called.
“Yes?” His chubby face appeared behind the kitchen’s window.
“Thank you.” she put her sunglasses on and walked towards the exit.
As soon as her figure disappeared he allowed himself to smile, moved by her
display of gratitude.
He adjusted the small device to fit his wrist and typed some numbers on it
before heading to the table.
“Good evening. Would you like something to drink?”.
The two men looked at each other. The blonde one took his shades off, he had a
scar across his left eye and his eyebrow was pierced. The other one stood up
and positioned himself behind Giovanni.
“Vitto sends his best regards.”
Suddenly, the second man pulled an electro shock gun out of his pocket, the
room was filled with a buzzing hum for a second. Giovanni’s vision blurred out
and his body hit the floor with a sharp sound.
...to be continued
Modifié par Catt128, 16 mars 2010 - 11:51 .
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