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I can’t let him be me.
“I’ve been you before, Al…” I say, steadily, as I tiptoe closer.
We’re at the far side of one of the halls.
The only men standing now are our men…
“Al…” I whisper, hastily, as I move toward the blade.
His jaw is locked, eyes black and distant. He’s cold. Brooding.
I’m not even sure he’s Alessandro right now…
I hold my hand out, steadily, hoping to take it from him. His breathing picks up and an emotion strikes over his face again. His eyes pierce mine again, but this time, there’s tears… they’re forming… begging to fall.
“Al…” I repeat.
“No,” he shudders. “You’ve never been me…” He takes a step back and holds his hand out warningly, his blade pointed to me.
“I have…” I breathe as calmly as I can, taking another step closer, closing the distance he just created.
“Get the fuck back!” He screams.
He’s emotional. He’s riding the wave …
This is probably the first time he’s killed someone; and now there’s multiple someones by the looks of him. There’s guilt. There’s fear. There’s sadness. There’s anger. He’s not sure how to process it all. He’s not able to…
I take another slow, calm, step toward him, even though his lip is quivering and the gaze in his eye is desperate. He’s liable to do anything in this state.
“I said back!” He screams again, wildly swinging his knife at me. I step away.
His glare is leveled. Pointed.
There’s no option left…
I have to fight him.
He lashes out at me, lunging forward.
I leap back, narrowly avoiding a vicious swipe aimed at my head. I circle him… our eyes smoldering. I know there’s no winning this…
His anger seems to lending him strength. That’s a mistake. He’s being too emotional.
He lunges again, his knife swinging violently.
Recklessly…
His blows seem to be fueled by a burning anger.
I charge at him, swatting the knife and tackling his body with my own. Barreling myself into him seems like the best choice as I snatch his arm firmly, pulling him to the ground with me. He slices a chunk of my arm. I twist his arm tightly, until he drops the knife.
“Shit!” I exclaim, rearing back and kicking him forcefully in the chest. “Take a breath!” I scream, angrily, before jumping to my feet.
There’s men surrounding us now.
“Tony, get him up…” Luigi bellows. I turn to look at him and his face is beet red.
He fumbles for the knife again, but I kick it into the fire. “You get him up!” I wail.
