Monte Vista Stories | 1.21. One Good Man

Quick note: This is not a mistake – I’m putting this out early. Explanation is to come!

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Carlo started wanting to kill Lucia himself. The whole time since he had come up here and sent Franco and the others away, she had been crying, and her voice only became more shrill for every minute.

Could it really be an act?

He searched her features for any hint of deception, but though he had always thought himself good at reading faces, he saw nothing there. He looked away swiftly, not wanting to draw her attention. If this were and act, it would be better if she didn’t know that he knew. Vittoria would come back after dealing with this and she would deal with her mother as well. Read More

Monte Vista Stories | 1.20. Part of a Plan

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The scepticism hadn’t quite vanished from Carlo’s face, even as he untied her hands and feet, she could see that distrust permeated all his features. When she was free and started to stand, she could see that he tightened his grasp on the gun.

“Started carrying, I see,” she said, feeling a little bit of pride – at least he learnt that.

He frowned. “Somebody made it a necessity.”

She waved him off and changed the topic: “I think Marta is out there. Knowing Gallo, he caught her and decided instead of just killing her, he’d drag her along and use her to draw you out. He’s not the brightest.”

“You know him best – tell me what to do.”

She wetted her lips and took a deep breath before saying: “I have part of a plan, and to pull it off, I need that gun.”

Carlo let out a snort. “You’re pushing it a little, Vittoria.”

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She held out a hand, her eyes begging him to go with it.

“I know. But I think I stand the best chance of getting to him, and I’d hate to go out there without a gun.”

“Out there? Are you insane?” As if to emphasise his point, another few bullets sailed over their heads and lodged themselves in the walls. “How many people with guns are out there right now?”

“A lot. And like I said – I have part of a plan. I need you to distract them. If you draw them that way,” she said, turning and pointing to the other side of the room. “I’ll go out through the window. If I find Marta and make sure she’s safe, I can take Gallo next. He’s an idiot, so I can handle him.”

He shook his head, but said nonetheless: “And your mother?”

“Without Gallo and the rest of the gang, she’s out of allies and when we’ve taken care of this, you can ship her off to fucking China or something. She’ll be powerless.”

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“I remember saying once that you’d be the death of me,” he said, handing her the gun.

“If I play my cards correctly, you won’t get a scratch on you.”

She weighed the weapon in her hand, checked the magazine and took a deep breath. Daggers had always been her weapon of choice, but then then there was the old adage about bringing a knife to a gunfight – this would have to do.

“Vittoria…” She turned to Carlo who had gotten up on his knees and looked tired, defeated. “Stay alive. Please.”

“I’ll try.”

“No,” he said, eyes dark as they bored into hers. “Stay alive. We can’t go back to the way things were, but you will stay alive, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.” She smiled and added: “I love you.”

It was like watching a sunrise when he smiled at her and said he loved her, too. Vittoria grabbed a hold of the gun and moved towards the window, hoping that she wouldn’t disappoint him.

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If it wasn’t for the stupid rock, Marta would have made it. She did exactly as Vittoria said and ran to the bus, as fast as her legs would carry her. She was proud that she didn’t even cry, until the stupid rock appeared out of nowhere and tripped her. The fall still played over and over in her head – the dirt in her mouth and the sound of footsteps mixed with Gallo’s stupid laughter.

Her palms and knees still stung where the skin had been scraped off, and stupid Elena, the red-headed woman who had a weird thing with knives, made her arm hurt, too. She tried getting it free and earned a hard tug in return.

“Stop pulling, you little dumbass,” Elena said, flashing the knife. “I’ve already told you – I’m going to cut your fucking ear off.”

“Shut up!” Gallo shouted. “I fucking told you – no hurting the kid until we’re back. I want her to see it.”

Marta stopped pulling, still wishing she didn’t have to hold her arm at that unnatural angle. She didn’t like Elena. She liked Gallo even less, especially when he looked like he did now, all furious with lines on his forehead and a vein that throbbed at his temple.

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There were many others here, of course. They had their guns out and shot at the house. Marta wasn’t sure who lived there, but she didn’t like the shooting. Gunshots were much, much louder than in movies, and she was also more scared than kids were in the movies. They always said something smart or funny and made the ruffians really mad, but when Elena glared at her like that, she was too afraid to say anything.

Just then, they heard someone calling out, and it made the vein on Gallo’s head throb.

“Around the house!” He called at the many men with him, and then they all ran. Marta had heard them say that Carlo was in there, and she hoped that didn’t mean they were going to kill him.

“Fucking stop pulling, you little shit.”

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Marta hadn’t noticed that she pulled at all, but she had been trying to see around the corner, to see if maybe Carlo was back there. If he saw Elena pulling on her arm, maybe he would stop her.

“S-sorry.” Marta hated how little her voice was.

“You’re goddamned lucky Gallo is so weird,” the red-head said. “He’s been fucking obsessed with Lisa since she left. Otherwise, I think he would’ve killed you. Actually, if he doesn’t get it over with, I might do it myself.”

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Marta blinked away tears and Elena rolled her eyes.

“What, you’re going to cry now, baby?” she said, tone mocking. The dagger in her hand shone in the sunlight. “You should stop crying so you can die with some dignity. Or do you want Lisa to see you cry while you’re dying?”

There were more gunshots and Marta wished she could cover her ears. Actually, she just wished that they would stop shooting. But the bullets kept on flying and she kept crying, making Elena more annoyed by the second.

“Seriously, fucking stop it,” Elena said.

But Marta couldn’t. The gunshots were loud and she was scared. She wanted her daddy, but he was gone, and if she couldn’t have daddy, she’d like it if Vittoria was here. They were going to kill Vittoria, too, and they were going to kill Carlo and Marta herself and she wasn’t sure what it even really meant. She was full-on sobbing.

“Shut the fuck up, kid!” Elena screaming, raising a hand.

The hand froze and so did the red-head. Her entire body seized and blood sprayed on the paving stones.

Marta’s mouth formed a big O, but no sound came. She had blood on her hands. There was a lot of blood and it flowed towards her shoes. Before she could scream, though, someone grabbed her middle and pulled her back with a hand covering her mouth. She gasped and tried to scream, until a calming voice said:

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“Marta, it’s okay. It’s me.”

Vittoria released her mouth and Marta spun, hugging her. She sobbed into Vittoria’s shoulder.

“You’re alive!” she cried.

She shushed her and smoothed her hair and told her it was all okay. “You need to get to safety.”

“What about you?” Marta whispered.

“Don’t worry about me. The library’s right next door. Go in there and lock yourself in the bathroom until it’s over. Don’t come out until I or Carlo come get you, okay?”

Marta didn’t like Vittoria’s voice right now, because it was just like last time Vittoria had said goodbye and said that she would be okay. She had the voice grown-ups had when they said something that wasn’t true. But Marta promised, and then she hugged Vittoria tighter.

“It’s over soon, little sloth.” Vittoria held her out in front of her. “I promise.”

That at least sounded honest.

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Gallo’s voice boomed at them, and Vittoria stiffened.

“Run,” she told Marta. “Run. Go!”

She pushed Marta into a run and then she lifted her gun and aimed at Gallo. Marta didn’t see more, because she did as she was told. She turned her back on the pool of blood that smelled weird like metal and on Gallo’s voice that bellowed over the empty square and on Vittoria who used her gun to protect her.

 

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The door to the library slammed, and Vittoria ducked back into cover.

“Come out, Mancini!” Gallo screamed, his voice almost crazed at this point.

He must assume it was Carlo out here, because he never called her anything but Lisa or his stupid nicknames.

Vittoria peeked around the corner again, and this time he saw her. She knew, because his face twisted into fury as he dodged her next bullet. He screamed for his men to go for her.

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They had been on the way, even before he said anything, for just then one of them rounded a corner, gun trained on Vittoria. She spun on her knees and fired off, then broke into a sprint. If she could get to cover, she could get Gallo. He was angry now, and that made him even dumber than usual.

However, she had only just rounded the corner when she was toppled by the weight of him.

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He had given up on his gun and instead pressed her to the stones. His grip on her wrists was like a vice. Vittoria groaned when his other hand gripped her throat.

“I am really tired of you running, Lisa,” he said.

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Feeling lost? If you’ve forgotten previous chapters and need a recap you can find my recap page here. Be aware that it contains spoilers for the story.

Author’s note: Hi guyssss! Welcome back to Monte Vista and to what I promise is the last cliffhanger (… of this generation ha, ha). And I can say that for sure, because the generation is completely finished and this and the two final chapters are scheduled for posting. It’s a little weird and melancholic for me… it’s been a long, hard process writing this one, and though I can’t say I’m 100 % satisfied, it still holds a special place in my heart. I’m really excited for you guys to read the rest!

Another thing I’ve been doing is changing the titles and all the featured images to now read Monte Vista Stories. I did nearly all of featured images twice, because the usual image editor I’ve used for adding text since the beginning of the story has been updated and now turns text blurry and distorted, so that was a great update. I went over to another, though, and I think they turned out well.

Because I’m currently on a bit of a kick with the CoM sequel, I went through my old posts about the magic system and the facts page to make it fit with the new stuff. I don’t think I’ve contradicted myself (too badly). I also added in a little fact on the facts page that I wanted to add all along, but forgot – I’ve been kicking myself ever since, but now it’s finally there, ha, ha 😛

I think that’s it from me for now. Thank you for reading if you made it this far, and I’ll see you for the next post!

Cheers!
~Louise

EDIT: I’m being spammed like crazy lately, so if your comments end up in spam, I might not see – there are like a thousand spam comments right now and that is NOT an exaggeration. Ugh.

Chopping and Changing

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Hi guyssss,
Just me checking in with a small update. As you might have seen briefly earlier, I was messing around on the blog, and it’s resulted in some changes. Read More

Photoshoot | AMVS Generation 2

Hi guys, another day, another photoshoot. What is it with me? Well, I’m just in that kind of mood (or procrastinating because I should be studying for exams *shrug*). This post, I guess, functions as something like an announcement post, because you see, I’ve been working on the second generation of A Monte Vista Story and I’m ready to share the first pictures, yay! 😀

The second generation is different in that I’ve already started writing it – no, I haven’t even finished the first (as of this writing, I’m about to continue writing the final chapter) and I’m already writing the second. What can I say? I felt inspired and got so obsessed with my idea for it that I began right away. Currently I’ve written around 30 pages – it’s crazy.

So I’ve also started working on the looks of the characters and that’s what we’re all going to have a look at today! Namely, I’m going to show you Carlo and Vittoria’s kids and Marta. They’re all grown up and I’ve written a little description.

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Marta is as much one of the Mancini kids as Giuliano and Regina – even though she’s kept her last name as a tribute to her biological dad. Despite a difficult upbringing, she’s maintained a positive attitude. She has a talent for telling stories and is very loyal to her adopted family.

She’s decided to leave the Mancini ‘family business’ though, as she feels like she’s had enough of crime after her turbulent childhood. She’s decided to work as a private detective and in her work, she makes good use of her contacts in the underworld – she may not be a criminal, but why waste good resources?

 

 

Giuliano is the elder of the biological Mancini siblings. As a boy, he was always quiet, thoughtful, and calm, as opposed to his wilder sister. She was always the one who made wild plans, and Giulio dutifully followed her schemes. He’s become a little more assertive since, but remains a more calming presence than either of his sisters.

Like Marta, he’s decided a life of crime isn’t for him. He went to university, enjoyed it immensely, and afterwards starting working as an accountant – much to his sister’s chagrin. He has a girlfriend, Flora, whose son he considers his own.

 

 

Regina Mancini is the youngest and smallest of the siblings, but the loudest. She has a strong temper and getting her angry is usually a bad idea – that said, she’s also a cheerful young woman, who loves good food and white wine. Of the two biological siblings, she’s the one who’s most like Carlo, and she considers her dad her best friend.

Gina is a daddy’s girl in more than one way – after finishing university and finding it intolerably dull, she went back home to lead the gang with her dad. He’s training her to become his successor and she’s showing a lot of talent for it.

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So, I’m extremely excited to be writing about these three. The second generation will be Regina’s – heir votes just aren’t my thing, and I’ve always wanted a girl to take over. There’ll be more on these guys – and some new characters – as we get closer to gen 2. I hope you enjoyed this little sneaky peek, as I enjoyed creating it.

A little note that I might not find much time to read and comment this weekend as I’m away for Comic Con Copenhagen, so I’ll see you when I’m back and have some time 🙂

Until next time – cheers!
~Louise/NotJustaBook

Taggy Stuff(-ish) | Genderbend Challenge

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Edited to add Amy’s awesome logo! This challenge is like a thing now with tags and everything. Check it out!

As you might already know, people are bending the genders of their characters, and I want in! Fair warning, though – I’m about to show you something that may turn your stomach. Namely, Carlo as a woman. It’s horrible. It’s an abomination. So, now that you’re properly warned, let’s hop to it! Let’s get the not-so-great out of the way first with the AMVS mains… Read More

Photoshooting | Falling

Hi guysssssss!

I’m on a bit of a picture taking frenzy. It has resulted in me changing the pictures for my OC challenge post for AMVS (’cause I didn’t like the old ones) and it’s resulted in this little photoshoot. Not much to say here – I’m a sappy sap, I like taking cute romantic pictures, and Vittoria and Carlo are my favourite victims subjects.

I took the pictures in the new version of Carlo and Camillo’s house that I made for my AMVS edit. While I was at it I took pictures that I might use for that edit as well so uh, yeah… busy, busy (with everything but math). But enough rambling! Let’s get to the pictures! Read More

Monte Vista Stories | 1.19. Odi et Amo

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There was a short drive to the centre of town and once there, everyone got out and Vittoria was once again thrown over a man’s shoulder and hauled away. They were quicker this time, for it would be best not to be seen carrying around a bound woman around, after all. Read More