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Backstory (part 3) 95

Victor gave in on that day, and started following his fathers commands. He went with Capone nearly everywhere, and witnessed many crimes. Beatings. Rapes. Murder.

He had officially turned 19, but only Victor knew this. His father didn't know it was his birthday, and Victor preferred it that way. He gets dressed, all in black as usual, and heads for the hideouts main exit.

He needed to see it again. His mother's grave.
Once he gets there, he stands in front of the gravesite, only kneeling once to put some flowers on it.
Victor wishes she was here, to talk to him. He felt empty. It was as if he was living his life on auto-pilot. Just going through the motions, every single day.

Capone: "I thought you might come here."

Victor isn't phased at all. He's not surprised his father would stalk him like this. He'd surely be mad about him visiting this place though.

Victor: "I just needed to clear my head father." He says almost monotoned.

Capone: "I see. Still struggling with weakness, after all these years?"

Victor doesn't answer, just stares down at his mother's grave as his father stands next to him.
After what felt like forever, his father starts talking again.

Capone: "She was supposed to abort you, you know? She lied to me, said she'd went through with the abortion. Little bitch was a good liar."

Victors eyebrows scrunch together. Was that really true? That must be why his mother didn't let him go out much..fear of being seen.

Capone: "I found out you were alive days before her death."

Victor glares over, meeting his fathers blue eyes.

Victor: "Did you have her killed?" His tone was dangerous, but his father only smirks.

Capone: "I was supposed to kill you at her funeral..but when I saw your cold blue eyes, I saw myself in you."

There's an awkward silence again.

Capone: "Now..I'm not so sure you've got me in you at all."

With that, he walks away, his coat blowing in the gentle wind. Dark clouds were gathering, and the air felt like it's about to storm.

Victor turns, and walks away, wanting to just be alone in his room.

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