15 years ago, in downtown Rome…
TSHAAAAA!!! A small body leapt out of the window on the first floor of the nicely designed home. It rolled on the ground once before smoothly transitioning into a run and sprinted down the street, darting through all the large bodies.
"YOU SLUUUUMDOOG!!!!" Roared a voice from inside of the house, slowly fading away.
"Heh! Mafias are so dumb!" eight year old Avecii smiled as he looked down at the shining loot in his hands among which a golden shield with fancy engravings and jewels stood out.
He rounded the next corner staring down the street to make sure no one was coming from the front. As he made a turn he collided with a huge wall, dropping all the items he had stolen.
"You! Watch where you're going!!" Avecii yelled while rubbing his forehead and slowly getting up.
"Huh?! What did you say you pint-sized scum?" The wall said with a tone of annoyance and anger.
He reached down and grabbed Avecii by the back of his collar lifting him up until they were eye level. The man was an inch taller than Avecii, and was wearing a suit that was striped with dark green and light green and black dress shoes. He had a black fedora with a white stripe on that hid his blonde hair. In his mouth was a cigar making him look like a baby sucking on a pacifier. His torso was round but by no means fat, making him look like he had overeaten. When Avecii looked at his face he saw the man had sharp hazel eyes and a point nose. His face was clean, without even a hint of shaving or peach fuzz. His mouth and jaw however were shaped strangely, almost as if it had been taken off and put back on.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING PINT SIZED?!?!" Avecii yelled in anger.
"Still talking are we? Well then, don't mind if I do!" He said throwing his head back and opening his mouth to reveal two rows of sharp metallic teeth.
"Monty… stop..." Said another voice very calmly.
The man was standing in the shadows and slowly walked out. He had blood red eyes and long shaggy hair that was combed to his left and fell until the middle of his neck. He had a sharp chin and ears that almost went to a point. He was wearing a white fedora and a white vest with a red shirt on underneath whose sleeves reached well past his fingers and white slacks. He looked to be about six feet tall and a few inches and towered over Marty and Avecii when he walked to them.
"Don't tell me what to do Luca!" Monty hissed as his head shot forwards towards Avecii's shoulder.
Avecii closed his eyes as he saw the endless hole full of teeth coming towards him. SLOOOOSH!! Blood sprayed everywhere onto Avecii, covering his face in deep red liquid. When he opened his eyes he saw Luca's arm in Monty's mouth.
"Boss' orders you fatass!" He said calmly as Monty slowly opened his mouth allowing Luca to pull out his arm.
When he did what Avecii saw horrified him. Luca's arm was covered in stitches, burns, gashes, cuts and bruises. It barely looked like the arm of a human. Luca quickly straightened his sleeves out again, hiding the destroyed arm.
"Let's go!" Luca said, his voice still lacking energy.
"Tch! You live this time pint-sized street rat!" Monty said as he tossed Avecii to Luca and grabbed the items he had stolen.