Part 8.5. First battle.
(Mirror Dimension)
- YOU'RE INSIDE! The man shouted.
His stand was pulled by the pseudo Abbacchio and already half of its top was in the mirror world.
- I pulled you inside! And now there is only one left and I myself will take care of your precious key!
When the man finished, the pseudo Abbacchio, who was already all over the top in the mirror, stretched. But then the right hand of the pseudo Abbacchio grabbed the stranger's throat and the stranger's body reflected exactly the same mark that made him let out a muffled sigh.
Pseudo Abbacchio hand gripped the Stand's throat even more, causing the Stand and its owner to choke.
- WHATOOOOO ?! - the man was clearly in shock. - T... The only one who can grab the stand by the neck... This is another stand! It can't be that you yourself could choke my [Man in the Mirror]!!!
The pseudo Abbacchio face began to change, and his skin turned blue, and there was a timer on his forehead that emitted a beep sound, and his eyes began to resemble the speakers of a player, but the hair on his head and clothes still belonged to Abbacchio.
-The broken mirror didn't work against me. - began to speak pseudo Abbacchio in the voice of Abbacchio himself. - Moreover, it narrowed your field of view to the size of small holes. Who are you pulling on? You didn't even really see, am I right? Thanks to! I will accept this invitation!
- Is... Is it? - the stranger tried to say something.
- [Moody Blues]! - said the stand, which completely threw off the view of Abbacchio.
The man's stand was hit by a series of blows, which mostly hit him in the head, because of which the man's nose was broken, and he flew to the other side of the hall and hit the wall.
- Stand... Da-Damn. - the man finally understood what Abbacchio plan was.
The man had a tall humanoid stand in front of him, and his skin was gray in color. He was dressed from head to lower torso in blue spandex that exposed the stand's chest and legs, and a hood-like head covering part of his neck. He had a green digital timer on his forehead, which had already stopped making a beeping sound, while his eyes resemble the speakers of a player, the same speakers were repeated on the sides of his shoulders and on the back of his arms.
Abbacchio, who had already risen to his feet, went to the fragment of the mirror and took it in his hands and began to peer at it.
- Through the looking glass... The world of reflection... You hid in this world... And followed us from here like this? - in the mirror world, a fragment of the mirror began to fly near [Moody Blues], in which Abbacchio face was visible. - It's good that Diego guessed about this in the first moment, otherwise there would be problems. And Fugo is here too, isn't he? There behind you! He's in a mirrored version of where the first mirror was. I wonder... How are you going to get out?
Abbacchio spoke through a shard of glass to a man who was on his knees, and blood was continuously flowing from his mouth.
- If we can't get out without killing you… Then it's great that I sent [Moody Blues] here!
The man began to get up slowly, staggering from one side to the other.
- So, his strength allows him to change his appearance... And I bought it... After taking the bait. - said the man with interruptions to breathe air and spit out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.
- URYAAAA!!!
Suddenly, the stranger's stand appeared right under the [Moody Blues] trying to knock him down by attacking his legs from a prone position, which he did well, but when [Moody Blues] fell, it hit him with full force in the face and leg of the stand, which knocked him off legs. Standing abruptly to his feet [Moody Blues] made a finishing blow to the face of the stand, all the damage that was done to the stand was transferred to the man.
- Your ability is to drag people into the mirror... But it seems that it takes a lot of energy... Your stand itself does not hit so hard... Looks like it can only beat the defenseless? A? Rise... Get up... And fight!
- You know. - the stranger pointedly put his hand forward. - You lost from the very beginning... The fact that your stand got here briefly confused me, but it doesn't change anything! You were doomed from the moment you saw me in the mirror... I will not get up... I sat down here very well.
- Agree! So, it will be much more convenient to drop in your teeth... While you are downstairs!
- URYAAAA!!! - Stand Abbacchio swung his leg and wanted to hit the man.
Suddenly, a mirror appeared in his hands, from which he took out his hand, which made Abbacchio stop.
- I sat down to pick up this mirror shard. - confidence appeared in the man's voice again. - Well... Does this hand remind you of anything? Maybe you could have seen her somewhere before?
The shard that was in the hands of the stranger was sent to side of Abbacchio, fear was visible on his face.
- I told you... Any reflective surface is a passage for me! If I reflect you in another mirror like this, it will also turn into a passage... Do you dare? Now. I'm tightening... - the man spoke slowly and deliberately. -YOUR HAND!
In the real world, Abbacchio screamed when he saw that his arm was missing, after which the right half of his body disappeared.
- Now sit still... - said the man and began to pull half of Abbacchio out of the shard of the mirror. - And accept your death. I brought only half of your body here! And so is your stand! I will transfer back to deprive half of it! You and your Stand are now immobilized!
The left half [Moody Blues] began to fade and turn into a mirror, and the remaining half began to coalesce with Abbacchio.
- MY KEY! - the man is confident in his victory.
- Abbacchio! I shouted as I watched half of his body change to a stand.
As much as I would not like to admit, but I am completely helpless in this situation and how I can't get it or somehow help Abbacchio.
- No, don't come! - Abbacchio shouted when I started to move in his direction. - That's what he wants. There are fragments of a mirror everywhere, and if you get closer, you will also fall into a trap.
Abbacchio with signs of pain on the lyceum began to reach for the key, but despite the fact that he was in pain, his face was determined to act to the end. When he practically crawled to the key, his head fell back as if someone had hit him, although he was most likely hit. What made him let out a cry of pain.
In the mirror world, a stranger kicked Abbacchio in the face, and even before he had time to recover, a shard of mirror was thrust into his mouth, which made his mouth bleed.
- Half of your body in the mirror. And half of your stand has left it. - the stranger pressed harder with the mirror. - And you can no longer move... You are right, as you said, my [Man in the Mirror] spend all my energy to pull people into mirrors, so its destructive power leaves much to be desired! Such is the peculiarity... But I don't need the energy to finish you off, do I? All you need to do is press down a little. The child will cope with this! VICTORY FOR ME! DIE ABBACCHIO! AND THANKS FOR- HM!?
The man was distracted from his victory speech when he saw that the key was no longer in the place where it had been before. He got up, pulling out the shard from Abbacchio mouth and walked over to the place where the key was, bending over to check that place with his fingers.
- What's the matter? Come on... - said Abbacchio from the ground. - You changed your mind about killing me?!
Approaching Abbacchio, the man lifted his head by the hair.
- Why are you wasting my time trying to hide it, Abbacchio!? Even if you can move, being half a stand, your speed should be like that of a snail... - the man said his conclusion. - That guy couldn't come to the key. I followed this place and would not let him come! He is somewhere nearby, I will find him in no time!
- "Hide?" - Abbacchio asked. Weariness was visible on his face, which was reflected in his voice. - What are you talking about? I didn't hide anything.
- A? - the stranger was surprised.
On the right side of Abbacchio face, where there was a part of the stand, it was seen that the timer, which was on the forehead of the stand, moved with seconds, making a faint sound. When all the numbers on the timer began to show 00:00:00, and he began to sound the end, you could see that a pool of blood had leaked under Abbacchio, which was coming from somewhere from the side of the abdomen, and his eyes were almost empty due to pain ...
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SHOW YOUR HAND! The stranger shouted.
He took Abbacchio by the shoulder and forcibly turned him onto his side, which opened a monstrous scene. Abbacchio hand was detached from his body and lay next to him, and a bloody shard of mirror hinted at how he did it. This forced Abbacchio to grasp the stump of his hand to somehow block the blood.
- Wh ...?! WHAT THE DEVIL DID YOU MAKE!?
- Heh... I can ask you about the same... - Abbacchio said through pain - Have you lost something? Did you find what you were looking for? A…?
- C… Calm… Now is not the time to lose my cool… Why would Abbacchio go so far and cut off his own hand?! If he, did it to move the key, then he had to do it on the other side of the mirror... If he cut off his hand here... Then what happened with the hand of his stand there? - flashed through the thoughts of the man.
- I don't believe my eyes !!! - said the man when he looked in the mirror he had chosen.
In the mirror, it was clear that in the real world, the stand had no hand and was nowhere to be seen.
- You couldn't stand with your stand! - said the man, running out into the street.
He still had a mirror in his hands, but when he directed it to the corner, it was visible how a stranger was running away somewhere, and in his hand was seen a golden key along with a hand [Moody Blues].
- K... Key! It's in this guy's hand! He's moving! And he turned the corner! You cut off your hand with a mirror to give the key to this newbie. Exactly! Another newcomer, Giorno. It's still around the corner. You think that together they can protect the key!
The stranger turned to Abbacchio, who had already managed to climb out onto the street and raised a shard of mirror above it.
- Maybe you should cut my throat, huh? - tried to distract him Abbacchio. - It might stop him when he sees my stand disappear.
- Giorno! - the shout of the newcomer was heard from the corner.
- Oooops, it looks like it's getting late! - continued to tease him Abbacchio! - They have already met... Now you will not see him, they have most likely already left there.
The stranger ran where the newcomer ran.
- These are your pathetic tricks! The stranger began to shout as he ran. -You thought that I would let these guy's escape?! I'll drag them here too!
- If you found Giorno, then both of you run! Return to Bucciarati! You know what to do Giorno, right, you shit? He-he-he... If at least one of us returns, then everything is fine... Take the key and leave here... Fugo and I won't mind... The most important thing... This is to complete our mission... It's not so difficult to break away and leave him, really?
- HEH... HE... HE... - from the corner where the man ran into a mocking laugh. - MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Misunderstanding was reflected on Abbacchio face, the man walked back to the corner and looked at Abbacchio.
- Hey, Abbacchio! He said humming. - Can you imagine what is happening around the corner?
An understanding of the situation reflected on Abbacchio face, after which he was replaced by anger.
- You brought just excellent partners with you! The man continued. - After all that you went through and went so far that you even cut off your hand for the sake of this key... How do you think it all ended? They don't even think about running away! It was all wasted! All he did was stand around the corner and already looked in my mirror and fell into a trap, while the other calmly sits on his knees and examines the key! FUFHAHAHAHAAH. - he laughed again. - I don't even have to chase them! Do you think they have any idea what is happening now? Do you think they have any idea what I'm going to do with them!?
- DAMN YOU DERI FUCKING FAMILY! MOVE YOUR BACKS! TAKE THE ULTIMATE AND RUN-AND-AND-AND! - tried to shout at least someone Abbacchio.
- Shout as much as you like. He doesn't hear you. - The stranger's voice was calm again. - Your words will not reach them. They don't even realize that they are already dead. Now the question is brewing. Should I be the first to kill Giorno with the key, or should I kill this rookie. Okay, I'll kill the newbie! First, I'll cut his throat!
(In the real world)
Stopping with Giorno, I waited for him to move me to the mirror. Seeing how he began to approach me and pull me into the mirror, but unlike other times it happened almost instantly. And this man, who suddenly appeared in front of me with a fragment of a mirror brought in, aimed at my throat, but almost immediately he got in the face from me and flew several meters away.
- Bastard... - my voice was oozing with anger and was quiet. - Made me run out of fear of your stand and this ability. I could not orient myself properly and fight back, which is why I was confused and thought that running would be the only correct way out.
- UHAFHAHAAH - the man laughed. - And what do you think that your speech will give you anything? Do you think you could repel my attack, but what are you going to do without a stand, m? You got into my world, and I did not let your stand come here and the abilities of the stands cannot be similar, so your stand cannot be exactly the same as that of Abbacchio, and I definitely put you here!
- I promise to all who are present here, including myself, that I will never take a step back again. - my voice still did not rise and was still calm.
- IT WILL NOT HELP YOU [Man in the Mirror] !!! - the man called to his stand.
When the hand of the stand, in which there was a shard of glass, approached me, my hand twitched imperceptibly for no one, and the left hand of the stand separated from his body, followed by the hand of its user.
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! - The man screamed and took a few steps back.
- Even Abbacchio did not scream when he cut off his hand with a shard of a mirror, then why are you screaming? You were so brave!
- H-How did you do it, I'm sure this is your body and your stand is not here! Only the stand can damage the stand!
- My stand is of a different type. Unlike everyone else you've met. - I decided to explain to him. - It belongs to the type of transformation and makes my body the stand itself. So, you can't separate me from the stand.
- What nonsense! THERE ARE NO SUCH STANDS! - the man clearly did not believe me, still holding the stump of his hand.
- Well, look for yourself. [Scary Monsters]! - I felt a monstrous smile spreading across my face, and behind my body the tail began to command.
And yes. As soon as I realized who I hit, I always wanted to do it. Approaching the man, he tried to defend himself with his whole hand and called his stand.
- Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda MUDA! - I carried out a series of attacks all over the body of the stand, because of which it was visible how teeth flew out of the mouth along with the flow of blood, and my keen hearing heard how his bones were continuously breaking. Even in spite of the fact that this attack was carried out on the stand, simply monstrous damage was transferred to him. He crashed into the wall that was behind him. His face no longer had that smile that pissed me off the most, now there was only a strange determination on his face.
- Well. You still don't believe. - I told him and began to quietly approach, feeling the tail behind me catching my legs. Walking in his direction, still slowly, my gaze caught on Abbacchio, who had a shock in his eyes, and my hearing caught Fugo weak breathing, showing where he was. Standing in front of him, I began to raise my hand to deliver the final blow. - It's time to end this. MUDA!!!
But instead of his stomach, my outstretched palm hit the wall that was behind him because of this, my hand almost completely entered the wall and broke it, causing several fragments to fall on me. Not understanding what was happening, I looked around and immediately saw the reason. I could see a mirror under my foot, into which I looked when he swung to cut my throat and when I stepped on him, he took me into the real world. Understanding was reflected in my eyes. I turned around.
- Giorno! - at my cry, he just nodded and picked up something.
At the same instant, Giorno disappeared from that place.
(In the mirror world)
When Giorno found himself in the mirror world, he felt his throat being gripped along with his hand. A stranger appeared in front of him, and behind him he felt a stand. The stranger had several teeth missing and his eye was swollen. In the hands of the stranger was again the shard of the mirror, which he directed into Giorno throat. But he was forced to stop by Giorno hand, on which traces of decay were visible, and there was a purple fog around the hand. A golden capsule fell from his hands.
- What…?! WHATOOOOOOO! - now in the voice of the man could be heard the imperfections of speech due to knocked out teeth. - Im... Impossible! He-e!
- I will not give you the key. And Fugo and Abbacchio and Diego will return safe and sound. - said Giorno with confidence in his voice.
- Virus! Are you out of your mind, Giorno?! You will die too! [Purple Haze] Fugo... HE INVOLVED YOU!!!
{While these boys were fighting for life and death, Abbacchio remembered his past. When Leon Abbacchio graduated from high school, he became a police officer. The reasons were a strong sense of justice and a sincere desire to protect people.
Sometime after becoming the policeman, he always wanted to be, Abbacchio began to notice inconsistencies in his work. Although the vocation of the police was to protect people at the cost of their lives. The very people he was supposed to serve stole until the police saw, drove away, knocking a pedestrian into cars, and threw stones at the windows of police cars.
Those he had to protect were cunning predators to be vigilant with. These ungrateful people stopped police officers on every occasion in order to ask: "What the hell are they doing?! "
Ultimately, these inconsistencies were reflected in Abbacchio. He began to take bribes justifying it with stupid excuses.
One night... They received a message that a burglar broke into the old man's house. Abbacchio and his partner rushed to the scene of the crime. When he entered the house through the back door, he found the criminal trying to escape through the window. It was a pimp from whom Abbacchio once took bribes. It turned out that in addition to prostitution, he was involved in robberies. The pimp said ...
- He... Hey... You... again? Looks like I messed up this time, right ...? Come on, you didn't see me, okay ...? Just let go... My arrest will turn you sideways!
- This is not discussed... You are arrested! - this time Abbacchio was not going to let him go.
- Hey… think for yourself… If you tie me up, they'll know… That you took the bribe… Can you put the gun down? You scare me bro.
Fearing threats, Abbacchio lowered his pistol and did not see the pimp pulling his pistol out of his back.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABBACCHIO?! HE IS ARMED! - then his partner appeared with a pistol in his hands and pushed him in the shoulder.
Two shots rang out in the building. After that, three people remained in the room. One dead policeman, Abbacchio himself and a pimp who only got hurt}
Then Abbacchio said goodbye to his future. He was not only punished for a bribe... The fact that his actions led to the death of his partner became his cross, which he would have to carry all his life... His body and mind were swallowed up by darkness. He lost his reason to live, like all his senses. Even if the people around him were dying, even if he dared to legs and arms, he would not feel anything... That is who he has become. The only way for him to achieve inner peace is to follow the orders of a majestic and absolute organization, like a mad soldier... Get the key and protect the boss's daughter! Compliance with this order is what matters!
- But this little family! This damn little family! - Abbacchio was irritated. - Instead of escaping and delivering the key ...! They risk their lives to save me and Fugo!
- FUCK LORD! - The stranger continued to shout. - You brought an infection with you?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOUR MOTHER?!
Fugo, who was able to crawl to the intersection to finally see what was happening and immediately understood everything, he could not see Diego until that moment and only saw Giorno. Looking at how the signs of decay appear on the user's hand of the enemy's stand.
- WAAAAAAAAAAAA! SHIT! I AM INFECTED ALSO!
- Yes... you have the same symptoms as me... - unlike the stranger, Giorno voice was calm and he knew what he was doing. - Within thirty seconds, the [Purple Haze] virus... will begin to multiply and spread throughout your body. You're finished... You were dead even at the moment when Diego cut off your hand, leaving you with only one option. Although... I am sure that I will die first, because I was infected before you... But this will not happen.
- Damn it... BITCH YES HOW SO AAAAAA... Lose two hands at a time! But do not hope that you have already defeated me... As long as [Man in the Mirror] HELPS in the world, I still have hope... Even though I am ready to die just like you, I still have hope! - his gaze caught on a fragment of a mirror that was lying on the ground and immediately jumped to it. - [Man in the Mirror] RELEASE ONLY ME ON THAT SIDE!
- UAAAAAAAAA!!! BUT! DO NOT FLOW THE VIRUS! - shouted the man already half-immersed in the mirror with his hand up. - DO NOT LET THE INFECTED PARTS GO ON THAT SIDE! If Abbacchio cut off his hand for the sake of the key... I, Illuso, can do it too... THIS DOESN'T MEAN WHAT TO ME!!! NOTHING AT ALL!!!
Illuso disappeared, and a rotting hand fell in his place.
- He... He got out of the mirror... He escaped ...! - regret sounded in Fugo voice. - And you Giorno... Even though you sacrificed yourself and came here ...
Giorno hand was rotting more and more.
- He escaped... Beyond the mirror world ...? - Giorno lost the essence of the situation due to the virus. - I suspected he would do it. But we are better... He does not even suspect that the defeat, destined for him by fate! His escape only gave me a chance to survive. Now everything depends on Diego.
Fugo ate hard as he got to his feet and leaned against the wall, his face showed a confusion, which was immediately replaced by surprise when he saw a brick drive up to Giorno.
(In the real world)
-UAAAAAA !!! - shouted Illuso, leaning against the wall, trying to somehow pinch his hand with the help of his legs. - I was in the balance... But now you guys can kiss my ass... Aha... AHAHAHAH ...! I SURVIVED! MY DECISION SAVED ME! - Illuso was clearly hysterical.
- Apparently you forgot about me, huh? - Someone's voice came out from behind.
- A? - starded to turn Illuso head.
- MUDA. - Said a calm voice.
Illuso head rolled on the ground and rolled out into the alley.
- Ah. Fugo sensed the change in space.
Looking around, he saw the trash can on which the inscription returned to its normal position and looked sharply at the clock, where the hand was finally turning in the normal direction. He also saw the decapitated body of Illuso over which Diego was standing.
- It... It worked! We are not in the mirror world! - there was joy in Fugo voice. - We made it! The stand is not working! B... But Giorno... We may have defeated him, but the [Purple Haze] virus... - Despair sounded in Fugo voice. -It is already multiplying and spreading through your body! Now that you're infected, even I can't help!
- Yes, Fugo... But everything turned out extremely well. - Giorno voice sounded calm despite the fact that his hand was half rotten. - Letting him escape was the best outcome! His fate was sealed when he met Diego... However, I am happy that he refused to face the truth and escaped from the mirror world.
- Giorno, do you need help? - I offered to cure him after I approached him. - Or you yourself?
- No. He shook his head slightly and smiled slightly. - The mirror world was destroyed before I died! And this allowed me to live to see this snake!
- A! Thi... This snake. - Shock sounded in Fugo voice, he began to understand what was happening. - Really?!
Giorno said as [Gold Experience] lifted a snake from which a purple mist came out, and a brick was visible in the middle of its body.
- She's not dying! She's been attacked by a virus, but she's fine! I shattered the capsule and became infected before I was dragged into the mirror. And this snake was born at the scene of that incident. It turned into a living being from a brick, which was where I destroyed the capsule. This creature is immune to the virus prevalent in its place of birth. Do you understand what this means? I was extremely lucky to find her again.
- MEANS THIS SNAKE HAS IMMUNETEN! AND IF YOU ARE USING THE WHITE BLOOD CALCULARS OF A CREATURE THAT IS ALREADY INSENSITIVE TO THE VIRUS. - when Fugo shouted, disbelief was heard in his voice. - YOU WILL BE ABLE TO OBTAIN A VACCINE TO PREVENT THE SPREADING OF THE VIRUS!
{Immunity, which takes effect when we are sick, comes from internal processes that cleanse our bodies of disease. However, these processes are completely useless against infections such as the [Purple Haze] virus. In such situations, we must develop immunity ourselves. This happens with by using medicine such as a vaccine. It is obtained from other organisms that already have immunity!}
- [Gold Experience]! Extract the vaccine from the blood of the snake and inject it into my body!
After Giorno words, [Gold Experience] pierced the snake with his index finger and the finger on which there was blood pierced Giorno chest, which already showed signs of decay. A spasm went through Giorno body and he would have fallen to the ground if I had not grabbed him by the shoulders.
- Giorno Giovanna. - Fugo said with a dazed face looking at Giorno. - (No one from the team ever understood what was on the newbie's mind... In truth, I don't understand either... But incredible ideas come to him, which he brings to life. And there is something in his actions that makes you believe in them. My faith in him - this is something that cannot be expressed in simple words. Is it really their family, because they have the same feeling for Diego).
- Giorno! For everything that you did and because of what you risked your life. - said Fugo, looking at Giorno in Diego bunches. - I GIVE YOU WHAT YOU owe.
- N... No... Fugo ...- Giorno began to speak through the pain. - I did not risk my life here... I just did everything according to calculations... I calculated that the enemy would try to escape... And that I would get a vaccine from the snake. I also relied on Diego's guess. But, RISKED LIFE... It was Abbacchio. His arm should be seriously injured right now. He is the one who protected the key, not caring about his own life, and if he had not passed the key to Diego, we would not have been able to defeat the enemy. Don't worry about me... - Giorno voice began to fade, with the last bit of strength he looked at me. - first look at him, Diego ...
And Giorno passed out. Lowering him to the ground and pointing at his Fugo, I walked towards Abbacchio.
Around the corner to the street sat Abbacchio, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, holding his stump of an arm with his whole hand.
- Damn Giorno and Diego... I... I wanted to... knock the crap out of you... But my hand is not in the best shape right now... Consider yourself lucky.
Walking in the direction in which the mosaic was located, I found on the corner of Abbacchio who was unconscious.
- Hey Fugo. - I turned to him to report the location of Abbacchio. But I never got an answer. - Fugo?
Looking towards Fugo, I saw that he, too, had collapsed next to Giorno, unconscious.
- Seriously? - indignation sounded in my voice.
But I also understood that he, too, was seriously injured and that it was a logical outcome. Therefore, I just had to quickly glue Abbacchio hand in place and go to heal the others.
As I walked at a fast pace to where Abbacchio left his hand in my head, thoughts flowed about how I screwed up during this fight. I don't want to admit it, but I got cold feet seeing how Abbacchio cut off his hand and in front of the ability of the Illuso stand, after all, I didn't have anything like that, even in my past life, not when I didn't fight, but at the stands, even more so. In the end, the only thing I could think of was to run away from him to Giorno, who in canon somehow coped with him.
It didn't even occur to me that I could use [Scary Monsters] in the mirror world, and if it didn't work, I could simply summon [The World] and just stop time, albeit for a moment, but it would be enough for me to knock out the enemy.
Entering the building, where there was a mosaic of a dog against one of the walls, I saw Abbacchio hand. Taking it, I went back still arriving in my thoughts.
When I ran to Giorno and saw him, and realized that I had escaped because of what I and you were mad at him, and my thoughts returned to normal, because of which I was able to look at the situation normally and throw Giorno key and injure Illuso. But this is a stupid pretentious speech... I am still ashamed of her, but I hope no one will raise the topic about this.
Illuso. Despite the fact that he was an enemy, he was still a man and if you knew the plot, then he was not really an enemy and that would soon change. And that was my first murder. I still felt my hands shaking after that, and my body inside did not stop shaking and my thoughts were confused about how easy it was. Just one sweep, well, okay, I just don't need to take it as the only way, or at least not enjoy it or get used to it ...
Approaching Abbacchio, who was still lying on the corner, I put a stump of his hand to the place where it should be and began to pour hamon into his hand. A minute later, there was no scar left on his hand. It's a shame that this only works with the engraftment of body parts and you can't grow a lot of flesh. Looking at Abbacchio, I noticed that blood was also flowing from his mouth. Once again before touching it, I began to pour hamon into it for treatment. After a while, his breathing evened out and became calm.
Straining a little, I threw him on my back and began to drag him to the others. Because of my still short stature, his legs dragged along the ground and shuffled a little, which got on my nerves. Putting Abbacchio down carefully, I began to heal the others. Fugo did not have anything fatal, a few broken bones and a normal number of wounds on the skin, with his treatment it was not necessary to work hard and on his would be enough just to pour hamon into his body and wait until his breathing also becomes calm.
When I finished with him, I went over to Giorno. Despite the fact that he was poisoned by the deadly viruses, his body was also in a non-lethal state and the only thing that showed that he was under the influence of the virus was that his entire right arm and part of his chest were susceptible to signs of decay. Maybe he, of course, injected into his body a vaccine against the virus, but this clearly did not help him from the wounds that were inflicted on them.
When I got to my feet my legs trembled a little which showed that I was tired too. Maybe it was not even physical fatigue, but moral, but I still felt tired. After standing for a while to get used to this feeling, my gaze turned to a shiny object that was lying on the ground next to Giorno, it was a golden key. Picking it up, I put it in my pocket and drew my attention to Illuso corpse.
Despite the fact that I was even disgusted to think about it, but still, I would have to do it someday and now it will be the best option for training. Approaching the head of the corpse, I, struggling with the desire to part with all that was left of breakfast, I bent down to the head and touched it, calling for [Scary Monsters]. I watched as Illuso severed head began to move and transform into a small brown dinosaur.
Yes. I used the main ability of my stand, namely infection. If I touch someone in the [Scary Monsters] uniform, or someone under his infection touches someone, he will also get infected with it, but I also knew that I could infect someone at will, but this does not apply to already infected creatures. As far as I remember, you can infect any organics with an infection. There was a moment when Diego from another reality transformed a dead bear or a bunch of fleas into a dinosaur.
After those seconds that I wandered in my thoughts trying to remember everything about the stand, in front of me was a small brown dinosaur, one might even say the color of Illuso head. He turned his head in my direction with one or the other eye to better examine me and as I understood he was waiting for my command. I felt that I could give him a task with my thoughts, but for more confidence I decided to say my goal.
- Go find the deepest place that you find and hide there, and when you hide, transform back. - Of course, I was disgusted to say that, but his body had to be hidden in order to attract as little attention as possible.
Of course, they will look for him, but I think it will take some time. It was in my thoughts when I watched as the dinosaur ran away somewhere far from me, looking around on all sides. A shiver went through my whole body, realizing that it was someone's head, but now I had one nastier thing to do. This time I looked at Illuso body. Approaching him and squatting down, but only this time I felt more or less normal.
My hand lay on his body and froze in place, not knowing what to do. But then an insight came into my head and after some time there was an ordinary, unremarkable pillow in front of me. This was another ability of my stand that was shown only once, it was called petrification. Diego used it to make metal candlesticks out of people, which even had lamps. And I didn't know if it was possible to turn organic matter into something else, but apparently it turned out quite well. The only limitation of this ability was, like the previous ability, organic was needed for this. Touching the pillow, my hand felt a regular pillow, which also made me tremble.
Sighing, I threw the pillow on my back, trying not to think that it was someone's corpse, he shouldn't turn back, right? Yes? After recalling [Scary Monsters], I went to Giorno and threw him on my back, moving the pillow forward, looking at two more people, realizing that I would have to come back for them too. Sighing, I realized that this was not necessary and I had to call my other stand, or rather, [The World], having ordered him to throw Abbacchio and Fugo on our shoulder, we went in the direction of the minibus. I felt a bit ashamed of how this mighty stand was used, but even if my father used it to move the Frenchman up the stairs several times, why can't I move the two Italians? With this thought, the embarrassment completely disappeared, and I walked in the direction of the minibus with peace of mind.
A few minutes later, I finally found myself in front of the minibus and pulling its handle, I realized that it was closed, which is why I had to go through Abbacchio pockets to find the keys. Finding the keys, I opened the side door of the minibus and loaded Giorno into one of the seats, throwing a human pillow down the middle of the aisle. Having ordered [The World] to put Fugo and Abbacchio neatly on other chairs, I watched him do it.
- Thanks. - I don't know why I said it, but it seems to me that it was correct.
After recalling [The World], I went to the driver's a place along the way, remembering the driving lessons that I took several decades ago, but I think the main problem was that I did not know the rules of the road in Italy and most likely now I will make a bunch of mistakes. All that remains is the hope that no one will come across to me on the way, or at least there will be a minimum number of them, and, of course, I didn't have the right to do this, so we will have problems if we are stopped.
Once in the car, I prayed to Kars as the only god in this world and started the car. And only now I felt how Illuso head, which had been turned into a dinosaur, returned to its normal form. Relieved, I pressed the gas pedal, fighting weakness throughout my body.
I don't know how, or in fact, Kars helped me in the form of a stone, but I was able to find my way back and quite calmly reach the location of the Bucciarati gang. When I drove up to the house and turned off the engine, I breathed out the air from my lungs with relief. Looking back, I checked the states of my companions, hoping that at least someone was awake, otherwise I think it would be difficult to explain why I went into the house alone, and the others were unconscious, but, to my regret, they were all also devil consciousness.
Having exhaled the air again, but this time due to failure, I got out of the car and went to the door that was familiar to me. It seems that I met Giorno just a couple of hours ago, and I have already experienced more than in my entire life. Opening the door as quietly as possible, which I did quite well, I went to the supposed side of the living room from where I heard the voices.
- They've been gone too long for Bucciarati. - it was Mista voice, in which there was excitement, which quickly gave way to confidence. - We need to go after them!
- No Mista. - this has already been said by Bucciarati. - We have to protect Trish. Besides, I know that they can handle it; Diego also went with them. This should have provided at least some support.
- By the way, about me. - I tried to somehow squeeze into the conversation. - We returned.
I went into the room and without any conscience walked over to the chair, into which I fell. On my way to the chair, I managed to look around the room, which was everyone, including Trish. I noticed the shocking eyes of everyone, well, except for Trish who were looking at me. Collecting my thoughts, the first one who decided to turn to me was oddly enough Narancia.
- Diego! - there was happiness in his voice, which immediately changed to seriousness. - Where are the others?
- They lie unconscious in the car. I said calmly. - They are some kind of masochists. Giorno infected himself with the virus, in which Fugo helped him, he himself was beaten by some man, whom he asked to hurt him, and Abbacchio cut off his hand for the company! I, of course, treated them after that, but the blood did not recover, and they were still tired, experiencing the moral stress ...
I tried not to mention the stands in Trish's presence, she certainly has a stand she doesn't know about yet, but it's better not to say anything for now. After my veiled message to Bucciarati, with a peripheral vision, I saw that Trish's face again had a faint smile. Which again brought me a little moral pleasure.
- W-What? - Mista did not understand.
- Everything is alright with them? - but Bucciarati seemed to understand my message and began to ask questions. - What's the odd job?
- I said that I treated them, they are simply unconscious. - I said, digging in my pockets. - Here.
From my hands in the direction of Bucciarati flew a key, which Bucciarati praised and began to examine it.
- Good. - Bucciarati nodded in my direction. - Trish go upstairs.
- Okay. Trish said in a voice that was again devoid of emotion.
As Trish climbed the stairs to the top, Bucciarati looked at me.
- Went. You will tell everything along the way.
Sighing, I got up from the chair with obvious efforts, and we left the house. On the way to the minibus, I briefly told what happened on the mission, namely that there was an enemy stand, a user who knew how to navigate the mirrors, how Fugo, Abbacchio and Giorno got there, and ended up with how Giorno infected himself with a virus and how I cut off Illuso head. In the eyes of the others, gratitude was visible, which replaced all the words.
Opening the door of the minibus, we saw how these three were still asleep. Shrugging Giorno on his shoulders again, when Bucciarati threw Abbacchio on himself, and Mista took on Fugo while Narancia was just spinning around.
- What a pillow ?! - in the voice of Mista was heard surprise. - She's not been here before. Soft.
- D-Don't touch. - I said with a tremor in my voice.
- A?
- Just don't touch. - I concluded.
Without arguing and simply shrugging his shoulders, Mista closed the door of the minibus, and we went to put all the patients in the vacant rooms. Having put everyone in their places, I finally sat down in that warm chair in which I had been before and did not notice how I fell asleep.
He did not see Trish descend into the living room after a few tens of minutes. After she saw Diego sleeping, she went somewhere and a minute later returned, but with a blanket that she covered Diego.