Memoirs - Initiale

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The phrase ‘Where am I?’ broke the silence in the dimly candlelit room, in a mansion off the coast of Cagliari, Italy. ÆGLÆCAsat up from hislying position, with a sharp

pain shooting through his shoulder, not to mention a blinding headache. Bearing

the pain through the grit of teeth, ÆGLÆCAfocused his

vision to figure out where he was. Getting his feet of a sofa and setting them

on parquet flooring, he began to scan his surroundings. This was definitely his

home, and he spotted a shrike throwing knife placed on his crystal gate-leg

table. With a rude jolt he vaguely recalled what happened.The armed syndicate of the Genovese family launched a siege onÆGLÆCA’s family, the Lucchese

family. With this sudden recall,ÆGLÆCAslid down the stairway

railing in his socks, eventually ending up on the first floor from the second.

Expecting a razed space, he was taken aback by the sight of a proper living

room with nothing obviously out of place or out of the ordinary.‘I took the

liberty of tidying the living room, Sir.’ A voice behind him sounded.ÆGLÆCAspun round,

startled, to find his butler putting on the finishing touches on a bust of

Hades, the Greek god of Death.‘In the past, if

you were not so disorientated, you would have sensed me immediately,’ the

butler Pierro quipped. ‘Here, have some water.’Thanking his

butler,ÆGLÆCAsipped his specially

imported Irish spring water while paying attention to the damage report by his

butler.

‘The Lucchese has suffered a huge number of casualties which has reached a

death count of...,’ Pierro’s eyes lost its focus and his voice trailed.‘Of what? Tell

me.’ÆGLÆCAinsisted.‘We were the

only two who survived. You saved me and dragged me off when I was unconscious,

then you passed out to not long after. It was fortune that allowed me to wake

up and bring us to a safe place.’ The loyalButleradmitted.

‘I would not have expected anything less from my butler,’ÆGLÆCAgrinned.

The grin did not reach his eyes. That was weird,ÆGLÆCA’s displays of

pleasure were always well portrayed, the butler noted.

‘Displays of levity over,’ÆGLÆCAsaid with deadly and chilly

calm. ‘Excuse me while I go take a shower, and make plans for our future. Plans

that will make use of our limits, and my deviousness.’

Pierro nodded. WhenÆGLÆCApushed himself to his full

limit, no one would be safe. No one except for those on his side.In a polo shirt

and cargo pants, ÆGLÆCA did not bother to dry his

hair and walked up to his room. He sat on his pearl grey Cantilever chair and

extended his specially modified Willow-wood drawing table and began to

strategize. It was a beauty to watch as ÆGLÆCA laid out plans

with advanced precision. After three hours of strategizing,ÆGLÆCArubbed his temples and

crashed into the bed in exhaustion, facing his exquisite golden chandelier. He

had just finished arranging a strategy blue-print comparable to the German

BlitzKrieg itself. The next hour

was a blur.ÆGLÆCAshowed and discussed the

blue-print of the strategy with Pierro. After adding the finishing touches to

the plan,ÆGLÆCAand Pierro decided to make

this the greatest and last illegal venture for the Lucchese family. After this,

they would be going straight. The sacrifices and casualties in the Mafia were

too much a price to pay.ÆGLÆCAput on a full

Dragon Tang Chinese suit sewn by his butler. Along with that, he put on a black

wide-brim Akubra and a transparent scarf. His artillery was a .41Æcaliber UZI Carbine, along with countless shrike knives hidden round his

body. Pierro’s outfit was a full Tiger White Tang Chinese suit with a deliberately

torn crimson scarf. His artillery was a 20Ft lash Bullwhip and a .22LR caliber

UZI-micro.ÆGLÆCAwas ready to avenge his

family and create a peaceful future for himself and his butler.ÆGLÆCApulled up in a

Keaton ’89 BM in front of the Genevese mansion. The siege of a ratio, 2:243 was

about to start.Pierro gained access

to theGenoveseMansionby gunning down the five

professional guards without a sweat, at close quarters. Apparently the opposing

syndicate was immediately alerted because the momentÆGLÆCAand Pierro stepped into the

mansion, they were greeted with a friendly welcome of about seventy guns all

pointed at them. With mutual understanding, Pierro andÆGLÆCAbegan to work on their own

halves.ÆGLÆCAran up the velvet walls and

faced eight opponents all at once, and threw a few shrike throwing knives at

them. What was left were eight headless opponents without the ability to ask

where their head went.ÆGLÆCAtook out his gun and began

to gun down seventeen of his opponents with ease. The opponents did not even

have the dexterity to dodge a ray of light, how could they defeatÆGLÆCA? The remaining ten were

left unable to walk or write due to the lack of body parts to perform those

advanced daily actions, and the lack thereof was caused by five shrikes thrown

with precision at them.Pierro opted for

a more time saving method. He used his whip to tangle clusters of his opponents

and began to demonstrate his UZI’s penetration power. Guess who it was

demonstrated on, and the penetration power should be easily guessed considering

the fact that Pierro was able to take out three opponents per shot, through the

place where their puny minds were thinking, ‘Oh no, please no.’ The remaining

were taken out by them slipping and being hit by a tiny bullet in a

split-second, mid-air.Now with the

ratio of 2:173, everything was so much easier. Rooms were stained the same

color as their velvet walls, and the two Lucchese family members were drenched

in crimson. The crimson was not theirs though.AsÆGLÆCAand Pierro reached the

final room, they began to have their most candid and probably final

conversation.

‘Pierro, where did your formal nature go?’ÆGLÆCAasked, with a

grin that reached his eyes.

‘Formal I may be, but I am still a Pierrot in my inside’ Pierro responded with

a jester’s accent and giggle.ÆGLÆCAturned away

from his comrade and opened the Oakwood doors, preparing for the worst.Two men of lean physique were standing on both sides of an old man in the

middle. One man was wielding a traditional katana, while the other was

clutching a pair of dual-wield knives. The room was comparable to a ballroom,

albeit a ballroom that was to be a battlefield with hostility and a losing

side.The man with the katana charged toward Pierro, and the two got involved in

an all-out brawl, though professional martial combat was closer to the description.

Pierro used his whip handle to block the first slash by his opponent, and

delivered a lash that would have totally ripped the skin of a normal person.

However, the opponent side-stepped, feet landing with a thump louder than a

full series of pyrotechnics, which was louder than expected though the hall was

so spacious that each echo amplified every sound made. Eventually, after a

series of exchanged blows, Pierro was driven up the wall, only physically. He

ran up the surface and somersaulted over to his opponents blind-side. The

samurai managed to turn faster than the speed of a cheetah. Not fast enough. A

red rose blossomed on his chest as the spiked end of the Bullwhip pierced

through his torso, back to front. It was withdrawn swiftly with a sonic boom

and the samurai slumped onto the marble flooring, staining it poppy red.ÆGLÆCAlocked his gaze

onto the man with dual knives and surged toward at him with his shrike dagger.Sparksflew and the

metallic sound echoed round the hall. The opponent glared calmly atÆGLÆCA, and that glare was

spine-chilling, as it looked similar to the gaze that Pierro locks onto an

opponent that he would successfully eliminate. The opposition attempted a

downward thrust toÆGLÆCA’s neck, only for his knife

to be deflected.ÆGLÆCAslid smoothly across the

floor with a piercing and lengthy screech, and threw 3 shrike knives at the

opposition. The opponent was quick and skilled enough to deflect all the knives

moving at the speed of sound. However, with a snap of two fingers, the opponent

lost the ability to think, due to the blinding pain that compassed the whole of

his body. He slumped onto the floor, his fleshed ripped in various places,

making him look like a piece of writing paperÆGLÆCAoften used.‘You forgot that

I use wires to slice, not only daggers’ÆGLÆCAgrinned, while

strumming a fine wire that was tough and fine enough to slice through steel.

The very type of wire that ripped through his opponent’s flesh. ‘Or did I

forget to tell you that?’The elder was

the only person left in the hall. AsÆGLÆCAapproached, he

seemed to look concerned for him, and also seemed to accept the fate that would

be applied to him.A voice sounded

behind the duo. ‘Please, don’t do it.’Pierro looked

back at the fallen dual blade and was mildly surprised. He then asked why didÆGLÆCAnot finish him off.‘He seemed to

bear a resemblance to you.’, was the reply.Pierro turned

toward the dual blade and asked him why not and the reply was,‘He is your

father,ÆGLÆCA.’ÆGLÆCAstood frozen in

time for a moment, then observed the elder carefully. They bore the same golden

eyes, and their clothes, the elder was wearing a Gold Dragon Tang Chinese suit,

which was exactly the same design withÆGLÆCA’s own.‘I will still continue to pray,please bestow upon this child your love,upon our

joined hands, leave a gentle kiss.’ The elder whispered audibly.ÆGLÆCAlooked at his

father in shock. That was the phrase his father always used to comfort him in

times of distress. However, this father was the one who destroyed his Lucchese

family and left him.‘Your father

left you because he did not want to risk your safety while he was working in

the Underworld. However, as you walked in his footsteps, your father decide to

form this group, to eliminate the syndicate that would lead you astray. Your

father wanted for you a life of peace,ÆGLÆCA.’ The fallen

dual blade pleaded.‘What is your

name? ’ÆGLÆCA asked, with an apple in his

throat.‘Harley, the

Harlequin.’ Was the reply. ‘I am your father’s right-hand man.’Everything was

connected like jigsaws in a puzzle now. Both families had a clown as their

right-hand men, both had the same signature outfit and both father and son knew

the stanza of that sacred children’s lullaby.ÆGLÆCA broke down and

began to reflect on his past. He had spent his life as a Mafia boss in raids

and anarchy, while his father was dealing in business dealings, albeit not entirely

legal.ÆGLÆCA spent his life in chaos

while his father was trying to bring him back to peace. He realized he was the

one who had gone wayward, and was left speechless. He was in the wrong.The father,

Ællen, reached his hand down and patted his son’s shoulder. He used the hand of

forgiveness and apology to lift him up, and promised a peaceful life, as father

and son, of course the two right-hand men too. A peaceful life as family and

friends.