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[CITO RAPHAEL DESIDERIO]

Vivid images danced through his mind, his memories taking over. It all seemed too real, which held the only conclusion that it must have been a dream. He couldn't have ended up back there, not again. He shifted uncomfortably, his expression twisting into fear. The constant hum of gun shots lingered in the background, the painful screams from men almost overpowered the weapons. Slowly silhouettes came into view, moving passed him in a quick blur. Cito blinked a few times before gaining his sight back, the horrific scene playing out before him. He scanned his surroundings, searching for the one thing that was important, the one thing he couldn't find. Where was his weapon? His gaze shot up, witnessing the men running in front of him. The man swallowed hard before picking himself up, crouching slightly as he peered out into the open. It was a terrifying sight, men pointing their weapons at one another, pulling the trigger without even thinking twice. They were the enemy, killing the opposite was the only thing these men knew, they didn't ask any questions.

He couldn't just stand there, he had to do something, he had to help out. Finally, he stood up straight, ducking behind a tree as he noticed a body resting lifelessly across the ground. Wasting no time, Cito leaned over, snatching the gun from the kid's hands. He held it tightly to his chest before placing it properly within his hands. He sucked in a deep breath, his back leaning cautiously against the tree. Moments passed before he built up enough strength to move. With quick steps he moved over to where most of his men were, both alive and dead. He narrowed his vision, in the distance he could see a young boy, crying out for help. He knew that kid, he had met him only a few weeks prior. In a way he reminded Cito of his sister, Narcisa. Of course, the thought of his baby sister laying out in some field, just waiting to die, well, that didn't sit right with the man. He was going to help him, no matter the consequences. Just before running out to the kid, which was a stupid idea to begin with, Cito could hear his name being called, a familiar voice ringing through his ears. Could it be? He looked over to where the sound came from, sure enough it was exactly who he had thought. The man running towards Cito, he was a good man, a lifelong friend, a brother. He couldn't help but smile, seeing his best friends face again, though there was something that Cito was missing, something his friend was trying to warn him about. It didn't click in soon enough, it was too late. The bullet shot straight through the man's chest as he fell to his knees. Cito's heart sank, his expression going cold. He had no time to react before feeling the cold sting, his body dropping to the ground. His hand automatically reached the wound, pulling it back away he noticed the red staining his skin. His eyes hit the sky as things grew darker, a body hung over top of him, gun in hands. He pointed the barrel of his gun towards Cito's head, getting ready to pull the trigger. The man squeezed his eyes shut, letting the black pour in, waiting for the end.

He quickly jerked his eyes open, his heart pounding within his chest. He swallowed hard before blinking away the dream, though he was still a little on edge. It took a few moments for Cito to fully calm down, blue-green orbs frantically searching his surroundings, only to make sure that he was alone. After a short amount of time, he sat up, leaning forward on the couch as his elbows rested gently on knees. He could feel the sweat still rolling down his face, wiping it away immediately with his sleeve. It seemed to be a recurring nightmare, though the things changed around every now and then, the only thing that stayed the same was the environment, the fact that he was at war once again. Before enrolling the man would have never thought that such a choice could bring him so much trauma, in his mind he wasn't as mentally strong as he thought. He did try and hold it together on the outside, though. The male didn't want anyone to know of his problems, especially not his sister. She had enough on her plate, it was his job to look after her, not the other way around. She was in the asylum because of him, so he was damn well going to make sure that she got the help that she needed. Cito made a promise to her, one in which he intended to keep, no matter what.

Inhaling a deep breath, he rubbed at his eyes before lifting himself from the couch. His footsteps were hushed as he slowly made his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. There was no one else in his home, hell he didn't even live with anyone. Yet, he still felt the need to move around like there was someone else there, perhaps it was all in habit. After pulling off his shirt, he turned towards the mirror. Eyes cautiously skimming over his scarred body. It took no time for his stare to drop down to his chest, lingering on the scar resting close to his heart. Cito swallowed hard, bringing his attention back up to his face, noticing how sleep deprived he was. A few seconds later he ripped his eyes from the mirror, unable to take much more of the man staring back at him. He leaned against the sink for a few moments before taking off the rest of his clothing. Stepping into the shower, he shut the curtain, letting the hot water pour over his body. It felt good, like he was washing away the images from the dream, each thought pouring down the drain with the rest of the water.

After finishing up his shower he got dressed once again, throwing on some clean clothes before exiting his new home, locking the door behind him. He wasn't completely sure of what to do, seeing as how he wasn't scheduled to work that day. Nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to sit inside the house all day, especially with the thoughts creeping within his mind. He would just have to take a walk, hopefully clear his head some along the way. He wandered through the asylum, sticking to the first floor. He wasn't one to venture further, unless he had a reason to. He continued to walk until he hit the cafeteria, one place he hadn't been in very much. Of course, there was a lounge specifically for the staff members, Cito just didn't feel like going in there. So, he got himself a hot cup of coffee and found an empty table near the middle of the cafeteria. Leaning back in his chair, he folded his arms across his chest, heaving a low sigh.

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