I'm Waiting For You, Vizzini
05-22-2018, 06:48 PM
Once upon a time the mafioso had been able to move through the woods like a wraith, but these days he didn't have the luxury. Days prior he'd been besieged by a trio of young wolves. Basileus had escaped the encounter with his life, but the increasing difficulty that came with each passing day suggested he'd merely bought himself a bit more time. His right front leg couldn't bear any weight at all and it seemed (whether or not this was true, he didn't know) as though the entirety of the left side of his torso had been flayed. As awful as he felt, as difficult as it was to continue, Basileus couldn't bring himself to care. It had been a long, long time since he had cared whether he lived or died. It was a miracle he'd made it this far. What did he have to live for? After spending years looking for Enrico he'd given up and headed home, resigned to whatever fate befell him. He'd returned to nothing. The cosca was gone, its members scattered. A few factions had risen up in its wake, but he was a pariah and none would acknowledge him. For his failure he'd been shunned. Perhaps it was a mercy that none had thought enough of Basileus to kill him but he was of the mind that he'd simply been shuffled off into his own personal hell. Unable to continue any longer, Basileus sank to the ground. Without trying he knew he couldn't rise so he lay there and watched the snow fall as the cold sank into his bones. He was done and it didn't matter. |