Chapter 3: Chapter III
Giorno De Santoro & Vega left the neighborhood where he lived, a seedy
residence located just some streets to the most dangerous district in the
country, known as the cats latrine , a place full of criminals and homeless,
where nobody reasonable, would enter of his own free will, nor the police
was so stupid to enter that place, in fact, just living so close to that place was
dangerous, but an unfurtonate man like him, didn´t have to worry about that,
he was less than an insect for the criminal gans, as long as he didn´t step on
their territory, of course.
Giorno stood outside his pigsty and look around, see again this city that not
even feel familiar already, caused him a sadness strange sensation, after all,
had pass more than 500 years, in that other world. Though for everyone in
this world just had been a night, for him was at least a dozen of lifes.
Definitely, that other place was pretty real than this lugubrious and filthy city.
The city stunked to dirt and smoke. The rancid smell invaded the Giorno´s
lungs, who coughed at the impure air, that caught his attention. His body
should be used to this enviroment, but at apparently it wasn´t like that, he
felt that something was changed, actually right now he was much thinner
than he remembered, but he was sure that this body was the same that he
had before go to the other world. Even though he felt so much stronger,
alive, and brimming with energy. It seemed strange to him because of his
terrible diet, although he didn´t compare with how he felt in the other world.
He was surprised by the vitality he had. He examined carefully, noticed
different his body, it seemed to bring part of his previous self into this world.
He turned his gaze to the "cat letrine", contemplating a gray environment,
which felt rotten and dangerous, even the sky seems cloudy above the place,
contrasted wth the cloudless day that can apreciate about the most
privileged part of the city to his back.
His body, for any reason that he didn´t understand, moved slowly heading
to the neighborhood that nobody wanted to visit, attracted by a magnetism
which he could, or didn´t want to escape.
Finally, after some minutes walking he stopped, he was quiet, looking
atraight ahead, he focused his gaze in what seemed as an abandoned
building, half finished, it was a corruption and evil local police monument,
that building at some point promised to be the tallest and most luxurious in
the city, now it was knew as "the castle of dead ladies", he knew about the
rumors about tragic history behind that name, only he never really cared.
He walked to a tin door, where he saw his distorted reflection by the metal
and even though he dressed the best way and with his best clothes, even so,
he saw him as a complete ruined and that reflection confirmed it.
If I would be in the other world, I would kill any beast for sell his parts, or
would do some danger task that allow him win a lot of gold. Of course, it was
something impossible in that place... Or maybe no, an idea crossed his mind
and accelerated the pace for enter to the cats letrine.
He walked firmly in the opposite direction from his work, something that
otherwise would never had been raised, he felt a weird emotions inside him,
so much so that a wicked smiled drew in his face, he remembered that when
he was in the other world, the first thing he did was to find out his skills for
after master them as much as possible, but later that skills were insufficient
and he had to learn fencing and other differents fighting styles and weapons
handling. Somehow, he felt it, even could remember everything he learned,
even his body, somehow, als had muscular memory learned in hundred of
battles, he could feel in each fiber of his being.
It wasn´t long when a group of vandals incercepted him. He knew their
intention since they walked to him, it doesn´t surprissed him when he realize
that he could feel thirst for blood and the assassin instint emanating from
those around him, but he didn´t feel scared, those vandals don´t represent
greatest danger for him.
In the distance, with a pedantic attitude, and at the same time agressive,
several subjects were approaching to Giorno, there was already another
person with the intention of blocking his escape form the place, they had a
punk aspect and flamboyant hairstyles, that make them easy to recognice,
they were those who collect the toll to the neighborhood, known as "the
porters", they were recognized as one of the lowest ranking gangs in the
neighborhood, the other gangs had nickname them as that way with the
objective of humiliate them, but it didn´t annoying them, it make them proud
for that, and apparently for what Giorno can apreciate, that enriched them.
Everyone was dressed with their classic leather garments and punk
accesories.
Everyone there had an unfriendly face. However, one stood out from the
rest, he had a fine clock and bracelets, gold rings and chains in his aother
wrist, Giorno thought that used all those things in this place would be suicide,
so he deduced that him had a power position that protect him, in fact,
Giorno wasn´t sure that all was gold, but he could know it when he will took
him off.
It was that Giorno thought until something funny happened, in the another
world he had a skill call appraiser level 100, this allow him to calculate the
value of objects just seeing them, despite Giorno wasn´t in the another world
he could perceive the value of the jewels for a value close to 1300 dollars,
that number showed up in his mind in an almost magica way, the
ostentatious was the leader, there was no doubt, between the others they
had not more than 400 dollars together.
- Look what we have here... said one of the mens. That was next to the
leader, looking to Giorno from top to bottom with a disgusting smile in his
face. The group was impregnated with a strong corporal odor, to be honest,
it was not know if that smell was the blend for the 4 of them or it was belong
to one in particular, what was clear it was this group was repulsive.
-It seems that the man got lost... Answered another man, surrounding him as
if a wolves herd had found a fawn lost.
- We aren´t bad people, said the leader.
- We should show you the exit... for a low price, of course. How about a
kidney or your retinas? I listened that "old slime" needed retinas for his
works...
- Thats are amazing nwes!... one of his subordinated answered him, and
added: Be a good guy and give us that pair of eyes that your have.
Giorno couldn´t avoid it, a smile draw in his face, he had a teory and this gang
was perfectly what he needed to proof it.
Without thinking more, Giorno lashed out at the punk man that was
approaching to him. He couldn´t understand it, but something inside him was
burning with emotion. If his teory was correct, he didn´t need to conform
with be the owner of a mega corporation, he could be el owner of the world!
He moved agitely, almost inhuman. His attack was fast and unexpected,
direct to the leader. His fist impacted in his throat making him barf blood,
and preventing he can breathe. Giorno took the chain from his neck and
pulling it toward him, he gave him a punch in his nose. He felt that his fist
was nailing in his face and ended by tear the chain with a last pull. After he
keck him on the floor mercilessly, until one of the subordinates tryed to stab
him by his back.
- "That movements are so clumsy and predictable" tought Giorno, while he
turned on himself for take the punk´s wrist with his hand and give him a
punch direct to his elbow for break his arm. The creaking of the bone was
more boisterous than expected thanks to the echo of the place. Giorno
wasted no time and took the knife that he had in his hand from the same
broken arm of the vandal, and with a quick and forceful movement he buried
it in the neck of the unfortunate punk, hitting the carotid directly. Without
even flinching, Giorno, violently ripped it from the neck, then threw it,
without looking, directly at the knee of another of the subordinates who
tried to attack him.
The man screamed as he felt the knife go exactly into the cartilage of his
knee. The pain added to the paralysis in his leg, by the weapon buried in it,
knocked him down immediately, by inertia he tried to remove the knife in
the middle of a cry of pain, but before he knew it, Giorno's foot had a direct
impact on his ear by vibrating your brain. Leaving him completely
unconscious on the ground, meanwhile the vandal regained his lucidity he
could see the others dead or seriously injured. The ill-dressed and
insignificant man they planned to rob was now plundering them.
- I will take this as compensation for their lack of respect, Giorno told themdo you agree?
The punk was more concerned about the blood on his leg and that it did not
move. He looked his leader, and he was dead. Then he a looked at the man
who had humiliated them and, without choice, nodded.
The supposedly inconsequential man who was supposed to be their toy now
looked at them like mere cockroaches. There was no hatred or rage on his
face, just a cold disregard for their lives. An expression that could only
remind them as a demon. The punk remembered that this was the same face
that used to do the one who reigned in The Castle of Dead Ladies, that was
the face of a higher being, very evil.
- - Well, Giorno continued, so if there is no problem, I recommend you be
more careful next time ...
The punk saw him with real terror on his face, while Giorno was leaving the
place, even if he tried, he could never forget that face, even so, a slight joy
touched his heart, that bastard would pay for what he did, nobody messed
with the neighborhood and left unscathed, he thought.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone