Vito

Giovanni : " Who killed whom ? "
Raoul : " Vito killed Fanucci . "
Giovanni : " I don't believe it , must be some other black- hand's work , they are pinning the
the blame on poor Vito. "
Raoul : "Maybe , Vito is so quiet. "


Vito is not quiet , I know him , he talks to himself inside his head. He shouts quietly.
I can see beyond those glassy eyes . His brain is bathed in red , the colour of a gruesome death.

Did you know that Vito is a butcher by proffession? Nobody knows that, not even his wife . He butchers people with his eyes , cuts them up in his mind till they scream for mercy. He only stops when they grovel and call him 'Godfather'.

Vito is a conscientous worker and axes everyone who comes his way , including his children.
He hacks people and uses the pieces as bait , to attract more people.

Michael , his son , hacks people too. But he does it for his father. Vito on the other hand , does it for himself.

I know that he doesn't look like a butcher. But that turns out to be his strength. He doesn't have to hunt for prey, they come to him on their own.
That's why I choose to avoid him , I think he is dangerous , he reminds me of myself. It scares me that I can peer inside his mind , we have a lot in common.

He represents my dark side , an evil which I choose to supress. A Satan who makes me cry.