[minor mature themes] Black Dahlia and True Blue - A Heist Gone Wrong

Suddenly, the dart in Amora’s hand crumbled into nothingness. She stood up and extended her hand toward Courtesy Call. “Not much else,” she replied as her cold expression faded away. She almost seemed to feel sorry for her. “Now get out of here. My Black Dahlia should have healed your leg enough so you can walk.”

Then, she heard the doorbell. Amora looked toward the noise, but she waited for Courtesy Call to make her decision.
 
Courtesy Call's user felt her leg recover, and stood up, but not to run, instead, to reach out for her fallen companion, tears staining her face as she did so.

However, before she did so, an object flew into the house from one of the windows, shattering it in the way in.

It was E for Extinction's user, was now on the floor, no longer living, several holes had been poked through him, similar to bullet wounds, but far too clean to be such.


"Pericles?-" The woman said, snapping her head in the direction of her other fallen comrade.

She was erratic, panicking, walking towards him now in her haze of confusion and then... She fell, a loud thud as she crashed onto the wooden floor, unceremoniously, just like her allies.

A tunnel had been carved from the back on her skull to the front, no bigger than a penny.

Cabacci assumed who the enemy was, but as soon as he made eye contact with the threat, he froze.


The culprit walked into the room. A tall man, pale, as a ghost, a long mane of silvered hair tied behind his head, though some strands came down to his shoulders, a scar across his left cheek, dressed in an attire, elegant and clean, as his way of walking. A hat on his head, covering his eyes with its shade. But his presence was not that of a man, this, was the devil himself, cold, unnexpressive, his murderous intent could be sensed as a long shadow growing in the room.

His Stand, a reflection of that wretched soul, manifested, long horns like a creature of hell itself, four strong arms that extended from its back, large, just as the man was tall, looming, cold, horrific. He spoke, with a thick voice, hellfire seemed to spew from his mouth as he did so.


"Figlio mio... What took you so long, Cabacci? You lost your talent..."
 
Amora looked at Cabacci, and then back at the man in front of them. She pretended not to see his Stand, as it might provide a small advantage if he believed she wasn’t a Stand user. But if he knew already, her efforts would prove futile. She tried her hardest to seem like a scared damsel in distress. Amira’s voice became higher pitched, and it seemed to waver in fear.

“D-did you just… kill them?” she asked, her eyes starting to dart around wildly, as if looking for some unseen gunman. Amora looked between the two again. “C-cabacci, mi vida, is this your boss?”

Amora glanced around again, looking ready to run away the instant things turned sideways, but she was ready to defend Cabacci until her final breath.
 
The man tilted his head, shaking his head lightly.

"So this is the woman who they saw you with in the heist... I thought you smarter than this, kid."

In a way, it was hard to describe the presence of the man, he was there, but at the same time, he wasn't, his footsteps had no weight, and his voice was, oddly close despite him standing on the living room.

His matter was, unstable.


Cabacci was barely able to speak, but he got in the way between Amora and the man, he wasn't fully aware of Amora's plan, and unlike her, who was faking her fear, Cabacci seemed truly, completely horrified.

True Blue appeared in front of him in a burst of cyan sparkles and embers, cranking his Stand at full power, sweating profusely and with shallow breaths.


"No time to explain- You need to get out of here." Cabacci pleaded for Amora to listen, to which the man smirked.

Reality warped around him, and he appeared in front of Cabacci, his hand placed on the side of his old subordinate's face.


"No need for that, we haven't introduced ourselves properly... Go on, who's your little friend? Tell me, what is she capable of?"


His hand phased in and out of reality, until it seemed to solidify, grabbing Cabacci's soft curls, and pulling him down onto the floor, slamming his face against the ground.

The Stand stood at the ready, not breaking eye contact with Amora.
 
Amora’s eyes widened further as she saw the Stand attack Cabacci. She stepped forward, the trembling in her voice and hands not entirely made up now.

“What are you doing? He said you have some sort of powers…”

She looked down at Cabacci, commanding him to get up in her mind. Then, Amora looked back up at the man, willing herself to sound terrified.

“W-what heist? All I know is I was at the m-museum when a b-bunch of cops came and… and… he told me to come with him.”

Amora kept looking between the two men, looking unsure of what to do.
 
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"Tsk tsk tsk... You shouldn't play coy with me... ragazza sciocca. Cabacci would've never been able to deal with these pezzi di merda alone.."

His grip on Cabacci loosened, as he attempted to reach out for Amora with one of its other arms, which earned him a right hook in the jaw, delivered directly by True Blue.

The man's eyes widened, surprised, but his expression turned to a sickening smile seconds after, he didn't seem to have any sort of damage on him despite the point blank strike.


"Just as I suspected, you lost your touch... Or perhaps I gave you too much credit back then... Just another miserable rat, like your father." Cabacci gritted his teeth, delivering another strike, and another, and another- Until he was sending a barrage of punches towards him.

"Fina, Fina, Fina Fina Fina Fina Fina- FINALI!"


He was sure each punch had landed, he felt his fists colliding with his enemy after all, but when he was done, the man was no longer there, he was standing a few feet behind Amora.


"To think I am wasting my time with you... But it is quite alright, I will make sure every minute, is slow, and agonizing. Corcovado will show you a misery unlike any other." The Stand pulled Cabacci up to his feet, only to jab at his chest over, and over, making him fall back again, turning his attention to Amora.

"I hope you have more to deliver than Russo."
 
When she was called out on her falsehood, Amora’s terrified expression melted into the same apathetic one she had when she faced the Stand users that had come before him. She chuffed out a laugh, but there was no humor behind it.

“Well you’re certainly smarter than you look,” she said, glancing occasionally at the man’s Stand. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you hurt Cabacci. I hope you’ll understand.”

Amora didn’t reveal Black Dahlia yet. She wanted at least some element of surprise. Even then, she knew that she probably wouldn’t win a fight against him without some level of underhanded tactics.

She stepped forward, looking confident, but still not smiling.
 
The man removed his hat, throwing it aside and untying his hair in one swift motion, his gray strands of hair flowing in an odd manner, as if gravity around him didn't exist, he didn't say a word, stepping forward as well, looking down at Amora with a smirk though it was obvious it was an expression full of hatred.

Cabacci forced himself to stand up, True Blue manifested once more, though this time it was beside Amora, serving as a shield more than anything.


"Such loyalty... If only you had that loyalty for me, Cabacci. Fair enough, I will pop both of you, together."
The man took a deep intake of air.


"Corcovado Requiem, Quiet Nights!"

His Stand hit all four of its fists together, causing a warp in the room.

There was no longer a room, the void, that's all that remained, a space between reality.


His Stand remained unmoving, as if it was the one holding that twisted space together. "And now- Quiet Stars!" An extra set of limbs appeared from thin air, and locked themselves on top of the man's real body, as an extra sort of armor.

"I do not need Corcovado to strike you to win, you will fall, and you will understand why Cabacci should've never dared to betray my trust."
 
Amora’s cool expression twisted into a snarl upon seeing the abilities of the man’s Stand. As she yelled back, her accent became more pronounced.

“Listen here, you malparido! I’m gonna make you wish tu puta madre never tangoed with your pendejo of a father!”

Black Dahlia manifested in front of Amora and charged at him, extending the blades on its arms as it drew closer. She pointed in the direction of the man as she did so, guiding Black Dahlia to attack.

Her surroundings reminded her of floating in a sea of honey. Amora cringed at the feeling, but ignored it, not allowing herself to become distracted.

MUERTE!” she roared, fury and hatred blazing in her eyes.
 
The man was unfazed by her attempt at angering him, remaining in a battle stance.

He clenched his fists and prepared to launch his attack, cranking his body back, and throwing a punch at full force, but it didn't conecct with Amora nor Black Dahlia, as True Blue caught the strike.

To Cabacci's surpise however, he was pushed back slowly, as if he was trying to hold back a truck that pushed against him away at full speed.

"Don't try to resist- The faster you let me finish you off, the less you wil both suffer."


He began striking True Blue, in what seemed a slow fashion, but still delivered inmense damage to both TB and Cabacci, the last of which was clearly having difficulty breathing, but even then, Cabacci never backed away or give any chance for Corcovado's user to push forward and attack Black Dahlia, he needed to stay strong so that Amora had a chance of attacking the enemy.
 
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Amora watched Cabacci throw True Blue in front of Black Dahlia, her adrenaline making the brief moment seem like slow motion. She looked at Cabacci for a second, unsure whether to keep attacking, or to stop and help him. Amira decided the former was the better option.

Black Dahlia slashed at the man’s Stand with ruthless precision, striking at what Amora considered to be its weak points.

Thank you, mi vida, she thought, hoping than Cabacci’s sacrifice would give her the opportunity she needed. Now, let’s throw a little curveball, shall we?

As it attacked the other Stand, Black Dahlia fired a dart at the man, disguising the movement as a missed slash.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Amora’s lips.
 
Cabacci kept him distracted long enough, even if he felt as if arms would fall off at any moment, it all was worth it.

The dart hit the man directly, his attacks ceased, he froze, but things hadn't change, reality remained, wrong.


"Stupida ragazza... What did you think this would do to me exactly? If it was angering me... Felicitazioni, now you've done it."

His Stand suddenly moved, lifting his fist and delivering a precise hit to Black Dahlia's chest, and then, with two of its arms, it tossed BD away, remaining in place despite the attacks it had received.


Cabacci tried to move and protect Amora and Black Dahlia, even if it meant being a shield, but he didn't have enough range, moving meant leaving the man an opening for him to strike along with his Stand.

"Fottutamente merda" Cabacci coughed up some blood, holding his chest, his ribcage felt all sorts of wrong. "You're different, how is your Stand this strong, old man?..."

"You think I'd tell you that? Ragazzo sciocco. You won't live long enough to worry about how limited your power is. I am infinitely stronger than both of you, in every single world, you are a mere bug to me, don't you understand? Are you that idiotic? Or perhaps you just rather die thinking you had a chance."
 
As Amora took the hit, she coughed up a small amount of blood. She looked at the man with renewed determination. Despite her injuries, she smiled.

“No matter how long it takes, I will stay here and keep fighting. I could do this all day, amigo,” she said, making a ‘come at me’ gesture. “Let’s do this.”

Amora looked at Cabacci, her eyes softening. “I don’t know if you can, but get out of here. I can handle him.”

She turned back to the man, narrowing her eyes and adopting a more serious fighting stance. She could feel her body slowly recovering from her injuries, but it probably wouldn’t be fast enough to keep up with the damage she was going to take. Amora didn’t care, though. It would probably buy Cabacci more time to escape, if that was even possible.
 
"You two are just foolish kids, you have nowhere to run- But seeing how eager you two are to die for each other. I will make sure that your death will be most horrifying... Cabacci, I will rearrange your atoms, until you're nothing but a puddle of flesh, forced to live a life of horror in the cracks of the ground- And you will watch me pull your lover's heart out of her ribcage while she still lives and pleads for mercy-"

Cabacci struggled to breath, every hit felt worse and worse, as if his bones would turn to dust in any moment, and yet, his eyes fired up at the threat, the last that his muscles could achieve, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"GOD. COMPLEX." True Blue seemed to spit fire from its joints like a machine revving up, roaring as it lunged at the Boss, moving fast unlike it did before, catching him offguard just long enough to hold him by his arms, and that Amora may recover for even a minute and attack. It delivered attack after attack, throwing him off and forcing Corcovado to return to his side to defend him, but in this space it was obvious now that the enemy Stand moved slower, keeping it distant from its user stopped it from phasing through matter as well.


Despite Amora's words, he did not back down, he would not leave her, even if he wasn't able to heal as fast as she did.
 
Amora’s determination faltered upon seeing Cabacci and True Blue prepare to fight alongside her and Black Dahlia. She still found the bravery to retort to his threat.

“Oh, that’s not gonna happen,” she replied as Black Dahlia charged at the Boss, ignoring his Stand and going for his throat. “We will be your downfall, even if your Stand is more powerful than both of ours combined.” Amora thought for a moment. “But I doubt that’s true.”

She smirked, trying to get a rise out of the Boss, so he would attack more recklessly and give her and Cabacci a chance to defeat him. “Let’s dance, malparido,” Amora whispered under her breath, holding one of her hands in front of her as if literally asking him to dance with her. “Let’s see your style…”
 
The Boss gritted his teeth at Amora's mockery, he was about to atttack her, and Corcovado was getting closer, but Cabacci didn't worry about it, clicking his toungue as he nodded to Amora.

He ran towards the Boss, punching him at full force, enough to make his own knuckles bleed as it connected with the man, throwing him off balance, True Blue made it's move as well, sending the Sub-Stand flying off his arm as it jabbed at it, leaving him vulnerable to Amora's attacks.


Corcovado had finally reached its user's side, but it was stunned from Cabacci's attacks to the Capo.


"Go on bella- Show him what we're made of..."
 
Amora glanced at Cabacci, gave a wink, and nodded. “Indeed we will.”

With that, Black Dahlia narrowed its eyes and attempted to drive its knife-like arm into the man’s chest. Amora’s cocky expression grew in intensity, and she looked more confident than she ever had during this fight. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy this,” she muttered, looking at the Boss. “You know, your friend here,” she gestured with her head toward Cabacci, “is really sexy when he’s beating up a girl in a fist fight.”

Hoping that her remark would affect him somehow, Amora fired a few darts toward the Boss with Black Dahlia’s other arm.
 
The Boss was weakened, tired, his Stands where not moving as fast as he'd like, seemingly cornered... And yet he grinned.

Corcovado arrived at his side finally, the void of space faded around them, the room where they stood before manifesting and made itself clear.

Reality returned to normality, but the man only recovered his strange power to phase through matter. The Stand moved all four of its arms in perfect timing, like a calculated, cold machine, it caught Cabacci's fist, True Blue's head and lastly Black Dahlia's darts were deflected.

The spot where the blade would've gone through the Boss' chest, was unharmed, a mere cut on the fabric of his shirt, but if looked at closely, blood dripped from a tiny scar that was left behind.

"I've had enough.. It was fun while it lasted.."

He threw all three of them again, leaving only Amora nearby, his gaze was cold, but there was a sense of pride in it too.

"You gave me a run for my money kid... Felicitazioni. If I didn't know any better, I'd even offer a position to be my new Phone Woman, perhaps even my Consigliere... A shame, truly a shame."


He sighed, staring at Cabacci as he quickly got up to his feet, True Blue following close behind, as he walked towards the Boss with hatred in his eyes, despite his wounds, and very, very clearly broken arm.


"I am ashamed to say, you gave me a good scare... Perhaps if I let you live, I can see your progress... After all- More will come after you, not only my people. I heard, your amica here has some shady deals with the americans, doesn't she?"

He chuckled, brushing off his bruises as nothing, faking confidence although he couldn't deny they'd given him a good shakedown.


"Come meet me in Rome, when you can truly take on me."
 
As Black Dahlia collided with the floor, Amora coughed up a very small amount of blood. She smiled despite the situation she was in.

“But… I have no interest in working with you,” she said coolly. “Nothing would disgust me more, in fact.”

Black Dahlia disappeared as she walked toward Cabacci, holding out her arm to assist him. As she did so, Amora continued speaking to the boss.

“You harm others for the sake of gaining power and money when you already have more than you could ever need. Your greed sickens me. You may be powerful, but a piece of shit on my shoe means more to me than you.”
 
The Boss scoffed, his previously cocky grin was soon replaced by displeasure, yet he restrained himself. He wanted to get rid of them, right there and then, they were both weakened, it only he could... No, he couldn't, not because he was regretting his disgusting actions, but rather because he was also weak, broken- He was a coward. He knew what they had, he knew perfectly that if they learned how to use it, he would stand no chance.

That cursed arrow... His eyes roamed the room for a moment, as if trying to locate it, dissapointed as he wasn't able to. Corcovado was a weak, common Stand prior to its Requiem, a mere tool for combat, nothing fancy or powerful enough to get him to this spot, and yet the arrow had done wonders for him. These two, would pose a problem not only for him, but anyone who even dared to strike them if they somehow managed to acquire their Requiems.

"Then so be it... But mark my words, the next time we encounter each other, I will make sure you pay, with every single drop of blood in your body.. Particularly you, american."
Cabacci growled in anger, teeth grinding against each other as he held onto Amora's arm, doing his best to remain standing despite the fact he was not able to feel his legs anymore. True Blue kept on with its relentless roaring, like a race car, though its segmented body looked pretty much ready to fall apart, just like Cabacci.

"Next time?... Next time my ass, you piece of shit- There will not be a next time, I will tear you to pieces... For EVERY fucking time you treated me like a dog, every time you manipulated me into thinking I was less than garbage, you will pay... And if you dare threaten la mia bella ragazza-" He was cut off.

"Now now kid, don't get emotional now, don't forget you're still on my territory... Last person who tried and act like a smartass by barking back was your old pop, is it that you want to go with him so bad?...I can get you and the pretty girl a ride straight to hell if that is what you want."

Cabacci huffed loudly, and True Blue moved forward with an extended hand attempting to catch The Boss, who dodged out of the way with no problem. He smirked as he thought he was unharmed, but upon closer inspection, Cabacci had not gone for him, but rather a piece of his suit.

True Blue held the piece of torn cloth in its hand, retrieving it for Cabacci, who only looked at him with a serious expression.


"You are as much of a nobody as any of your scagnozzi, what do the english speakers say again? All bark no bite. Go on, runaway, this territory is ours now... "
 
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