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— Leone Abbacchio
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Born in 1980, Leone Abbacchio would join the police after graduating from high school. While originally starting out lawful, Abbacchio would become corrupted by the world around him and begin taking bribes. However, this would come to haunt him, as eventually his partner would be killed by a man he took bribes from, causing him to fall into a spiral of depression. He eventually met Bruno Bucciarati, who would take him into his gang for the purposes of redeeming himself. Abbacchio would remain loyal to Bruno up until the end, even after Bruno turned against the boss of passione, leading to Abbacchio’s death at his hands.
Battle vs. Mountain Tim (by Lunathemoon123)[]
Prologue[]
Abbacchio walked along the lightly populated street, the sounds of the sea in the distance. On the outside he was cool, calm even, but on the inside he was anxious. He'd been tipped off by one of the street rats working for passione someone was on his trail, now that he was seperated from the rest of the squad. Apparently some bounty was contracted to find him. But sadly for him, the stupid ran off before he could tell him what the bounty hunter looked like. "stupid kid. Reminds me of Giorno" he thought as he continued to walk down the empty streets.
Mountain Tim waked slowly down the empty side roads of the dockward, his rope hanging from arm. He was on the hunt again, this time for some Italian Mafia man. The man could use a stand, meaning Tim was especially suited for this conflict. He'd been told by a few willing witnesses that this italian was hiding out in the dockward. This hunt couldn't have been more easy, except for one catch. He didn't know what this man could do. "I'll have to be careful" he thought as he continued too the docks.
Abbaachio walked out into an intersection, almost entirely empty. He stopped and looked around. Only a few people were around. Among them were a few sailors, some street rats, and… something else. Abbacchio was drawn to a man walking down the path. He was dressed like an American Cowboy, with a gun on his belt and a long coil of rope wrapped around his arm. “Could this be him?” he thought, preparing himself for a fight.
Mountain Tim made his way into the intersection, looking around. By this point, just about everyone had headed home. The few remaining people fit the area, with most being either sailors or vagrants. That is, all but one. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see a tall man with silver hair, looking intently in his direction. And while he didn’t recognize him, he fit his employer's description. He grinned, before walking over.
Abbacchio could see this strange cowboy coming towards him, hands relaxed. “It’s him,” he thought. “I can feel it.” He tightened his fists, keeping a cool expression of his face, and began walking forwards. Tim saw as his target began closing in. He maintained his casual position, but kept himself mentally ready to strike.
Both men stopped 20 feet away from each other. A moment passed where neither spoke, both simply sizing the other up. “I’m gonna assume that you’re Leone Abbacchio” said Tim, keeping a low tone. “And I assume that you’re the one trying to find me.”
Tim smiled shortly before looking Abbacchio directly in the eyes. “I think you know the protocol here,” he said. “You either make this easy, or we can do this the hard way.”
Abbacchio didn’t speak, didn’t stop for a moment, didn’t even blink. “Moody Blues!” he grunted, summoning his stand. Tim sighed, setting forth his stand
Battle[]
Oh! Lonesome Me uncoiled itself from around Tim’s arm as he drew out his pistol. With a flick of his wrist, the rope whipped into the air. He lashed out towards Abbacchio, the rope catching Abbacchio around his legs. Tim pulled hard, taking his opponent off his feet, the ropes wrapped entirely around Abbacchio’s legs. “You can still make this easy on yourself boy” Tim said. But Abbacchio wasn’t finished. “Moody Blue!” he growled, sparking his stand into action. “URYAA!” it cried as it flew towards Tim, throwing a flurry of punches. Tim was taken off his feet by the flurry of punches and fell back several feet. Taking the moment, Abbacchio pulled the rope off his feet and stumbled to his feet. Tim was flat on his back, Moody Blues looming over him.
“I still had a chance to make this easy on myself? Are you sure about that?” he sneered, a nasty smile on his face. Tim looked up at Abbacchio coming towards him, then in the opposite direction. Above him he could see a fire escape. “I surrender, kid. You can calm down.” But Abbacchio let out a flat, hard laugh. “I’m not a very forgiving man, and I can’t trust you to leave me alone.” Moody Blues entered into a fighting stance. “URYAA!” Moody Blues shouted as it went in for a stomp to Tim’s chest.
But before the strike could connect, Tim shot up his hand towards the fire escape, with Oh! Lonesome Me lashing out and wrapping around a section of it. And just as it was grounded, pieces of Tim began flying up along it, starting with the hand, but quickly extending too his torso. “What the hell!” Abbacchio said, taking a few steps back. In almost no time, Tim was perched up on the fire escape, revolver in hand and aimed towards him.
“I’ll give you one more chance kid! Don’t make me have to hurt you.” Abbacchio grimaced, fists balled tight. He turned tail and began to take off in a sprint, Moody Blues shifting to cover his back. Tim took aim at Abbacchio, but couldn’t get himself a clear shot. Seeing Abbacchio begin to get away, Tim looked for a new position, seeing a balcony further down the street Abbacchio was on.
He lashed out towards it with Oh! Lonesome me, latching on tight too the guardrail and moving along its legnth. Abbacchio only had a few moments to take this in before he felt a intense squeezing around his left arm. Tim was stand over him, Oh! Lonesome Me coiled around the balconies guardrail. Abbacchio felt was he was tugged off the ground and into the air.
He thrashed and riggled, Moody Blues stuck on the ground beneath him as he rose into the air. “You giving up yet boy?” Tim asked. “Fuck you!” Abbacchio snarled, continuing to riggle against the binding.
Thrash! Thrash! Thrash! Went the Rope. With one particularly powerful jerk of the rope, Tim’s left hand grip slid. Abbacchio dropped nearly five feet before the rope rebraced. A popping crunch sounded as Abbacchio felt his arm pull from the socket. He sank his feet into his bottom lip, his mouth becoming coated with the salty metallic taste of blood.
“Kid, I don’t want to kill you, but if you keep this up, I will” he said, taking aim at Abbacchio’s head with his pistol. “Your choice.” Abbacchio looked up at him, a nasty grin on his face. “You sure about that?” Tim then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Moody Blues was no longer on the ground.
“URYAA!” Moody Blues cried, now behind Tim, as it threw a powerful haymaker punch. Tim fumbled forwards, slumping over the rail, legs weak from the blow. His grip slipped and Abbacchio dropped back down too the ground, landing with a thump. Abbacchio could feel pain in his back, and could feel blood pouring down from his scalp. He grabbed hold and pulled the rope off his dislocated arm. He got himself too his feet and began running as fast as he could down the street.
Tim was now regaining composure. He saw that Moody Blues was no longer behind him, and that Abbacchio was getting away. On ground level he could see a basic street sight, a fine anchor point. Oh! Lonesome Me hurted too the gorund, latching too the sign with a clang, before sending himself zipping along its length towards ground level. He then took off after Abbacchio both revolver and stand at the ready.
Abbacchio slipped around the corner, taking a moment too lean against a building. He knew that if he was too hurt to keep up a chase. He looked to the buildings door, finding it combo locked shut. He had Moody Blues begin to rebroadcast, specifically the last person to enter the building. He’d have to set a trap.
Tim came sprinting from around the corner. He looked around, only too see Abbacchio leaning up against a wall, breathing heavily, arm hanging from the socket. He trained his gun on him as he approached, Oh! Lonesome me in hand. “Seems you have more sense then I thought.” he said as he approached, rope in hands, ready to bind Abbacchio up.
But as he approached, passing by the buildings front door, he felt as an incredible weight was thrown on him. Abbacchio had lept from the door and tackled him too the ground. Tim’s gun slipping from his palm and rattling over the pavement. Moody Blues, now returning to its original form, was already running forwards. It stomped Tim’s hand hard, causing the him to cry out in pain.
Abbacchio took the moment to get back up, his legs shaking, blood spilling from his mouth. “Not so cocky now?” he panted. Tim laid on the ground, keeping his wounded hand close to his belly. “I’ll make you pay for my injuries!” Moody Blues brought back its foot and kicked Tim hard in the mid section, causing him to groan in pain. This was followed by another kick too the head, sending Tim’s hat flying and leaving a sizable cut on his forehead.
Abbacchio grinned. “Eat shit old man!" he snarled. Moody Blues reared back for one last kick, this time to Tim’s throat. But as the strike hurtled forwards, Tim shifted on the ground. Oh! Lonesome Me shot forwards, Tim’s good hand intact on the other end of it. He gripped his revolver by the hilt, aiming vaguely in Abbacchio’s direction.
Click. Lock. BOOM!
Abbacchio stumbled backwards, grabbing at a large bleeding hole in this thigh. He lost his balanced, falling backward against the wall and sliding too the ground. Tim scrambled too his feet, his hand back on his wrist, gun trained on Abbacchio’s head. Abbacchio only had a moment to take in what was happening before Tim slammed his pistol into his forehead. His head slumped sideways, Moody Blues vanishing from view.
Tim looked down at his quarry. While wounded, and severely at that, he was still alive. Tim squated down and wrapped Abbacchio’s belt around his wounded leg, along with locking his hands in cuffs. He hadn’t had a fight like that in some time, years maybe. But now it was over, and he was going to get paid. He grabbed Abbacchio by the cuffs and began too drag him too the closest police station.
“All in a days work”
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