Irmasi's Story #update2

What do you hear when you open your front door? the birds? cars? children playing? Irmasi hears gun shot, screams and sirens. he lives in Italy, the mafia side. He has no home, he is captured, they want him to tell everything he knows...
Irmasi is no traitor but he has no idea the lengths they will put him through to get the jewls. He was tortured but strived he was put through stuggle and cried but he never gave in he fought and fought and vowed to until the day he died. He was usually peaceful, before the accident he was joyful and popular, never alone. The accident happened when Irmasi was ten, his parents had been out, they got into a taxi and never came back Irmansi knows who took then but cant say. The only thing he doesnt know is where they are. He is now thirteen, his, courage is growing but so are the mafia. Will he give in? Will he join the crusade? Could he escape?

Irmasi had this planned but he couldnt find his courage it was there he knew it was...
Every day he did the same routine ; watch for police, break, interigation, lunch, supplys & finally fights with other mafias (his favourite part of the day). If he was lucky, he would get his command always the same never more never less, one question. Christmas was coming up, the mafia had a slightly different take on Christmas. You steal your turkey, have a fight, get sent to jail get sent out of jail two days later. This year Irmasi had decided to take on his role and teach them, the true meaning of Christmas!
The only problem, Irmasi doesn't have the best memory. He starts promisingly by telling them the date of Christmas. To be honest thats the only thing he said right. Telling them things like; we eat sausages and baked beans and you put a palm tree up in your house! They sat in silence..

That changed in a short period of time, a shadow came from beyond them. No one could see this strange character, Irmasi knew the shape. It was all coming back to him...
The body figure...the rusty voice... the... the... the... DAD!!!!
Long since united, they stared at each other. No one talking, one again the room was in silence... Irmasi knew something was wrong, his father seemed different, was he..... One of Them?!

No he couldn't be, he never made contact with the mafia never! He told Irmasi to stay safe you never talk to, speak of or go near the mafia...

It was all coming back to him,;the voice, soothing but rough, his eyes, deep but piercing, his appearance, unshaven but presentable. This was too much for him. He fled. No where to go no where to hide, no one to tell his sorrow, no one to trust. All Irmasi had to do was... murderous but, he was part of the mafia, this would be encountered as normal behavior for a mafia child. Wouldn't it?

He ran and ran until the time was right. Got to his abandoned house, searched,searched and searched for one thing, one photograph just a memory that was physical! He needed to show his mother to the world. If he was killed he was killed to his vow. To be fighting until the day he died...