Lucky Dog 1 translations 06 Ivan route 01

Part 2: Escape

Chapter 6

Surprise Attack


Morning’s here.

Giulio: …Good morning.

The five of us take turns washing our faces at the well out back.  The cold water wakes me up straight away.

…But for some reason, I still feel sluggish.  I’m still tired.  I rub at my brow, practically pinching it.

Gian: Mrgh…

Ivan: Hey, Bernardo, when exactly are they coming to pick us up?

Bernardo: At ten, near the north forest entrance.

The ground around us is sopping wet from the water we’re splashing everywhere, combined with the dew on the grass.  It looks slippery, so gotta be careful.

Gian: We should get moving before it gets too brighuwaagh!

…And just when I think that, I slip and my feet fall out from under me!

As I splay out onto the ground, I knock into Bernardo in front of me.  At about the same time, a crack bursts through the air.

Something rips through the air, right through where Bernardo and my head were just a moment earlier…  Splinters snap off a branch, tracing a ragged outline the bullet left behind.

Doesn’t take a second to grasp the situation.  I quickly grab Bernardo around the side and pull him to the ground.

Luchino: Get down!  It’s a gun!
Bernardo: An attack?
Gian: Split up!

Our yells blend together and mix with the second round of gunshots, which go off at about the same time as our voices.

I roll along the ground and duck my neck in close, but I’m not hurt anywhere…  He missed!

I don’t even have time to check on the others before I half pick myself up once I’m in the shrubbery.  Quickly, I leap to the side.

Leaves dance upwards, scattered into the air by lead piercing through the bushes.

The trees here are all slim.  Not the place to hide yourself.  Still, I try to sink myself into the shadows as much as I can while running forward.

I hear something but see no one.  Doesn’t matter.  Gotta run!

Peace and quiet overtakes the forest after the sudden clamor.  The birds that’d been quietly chirping before have disappeared.  I dash away, alone, in the silence.


…I stop and stand, but it looks like no one’s chasing me.  Who’s their target?

I take a big detour and approach the lodge from the front.

I hear a voice I don’t recognize.  I take a deep breath and watch them from the shadows of the building.

Our shooter shows himself, standing by the well.

It’s a guy in blackish everyday clothes.  Impatiently hefting his gun, he turns his stiff expression and gun muzzle this way and that around him.

Man: …Give it up and come out!  …Hey, Benpar!  Get back here!  Where are you?

I squint and look around, but I see no sign of anyone else.  …It looks like everyone else made it to the woods fine.

Benpar…  That would be the name of his friend?

Gian: He looks about ready to piss his pants…  He new at this?

I pick up a random pebble off the ground and toss it past the guy.  He reacts, quickly turning the gun away towards the sound.  Now’s my chance…

I’d planned on tackling him down from behind, but before I can move, Luchino bursts out from his hiding spot beside the man.


Luchino: Take this!!

He goes for the blind spot, a sweeping roundhouse kick.  Luchino’s long leg bores into the man’s stomach.

Man: Ugah…!

Belatedly, I also attack.  I step on his arm.  He lets out a pig-like squeal from the ground as he lets go of the gun, which I kick far, far away.

Bernardo comes out of the shadows, which he’d hidden in like I’d thought, and holds the guy down, spreading him sprawl-eagled.

Bernardo: Don’t move.  …Are you injured?

Bernardo looks at us worriedly.

Luchino: We’re good!  Where are Ivan and Giulio?

Gian: No idea.  From the sounds of it, there’s another one out there.

I hear footsteps to my right and I turn.  It’s Ivan.  He timidly leaves the bushes he was hiding in and looks down at our attacker.

Ivan: Bastard’s got some nerve for jumping us…  Where’s he from?

Bernardo: No idea.  Don’t let your guard down.  There seems to be another.

In the distance, there’s the sound of scuffling, and a scream…  Is that Giulio?!

Man: …Run, Benpar!  Let go … gah!

Luchino picks up the piece I kicked away and points it straight at the man’s head, shushing him.

Luchino: Forget there’s still bullets left here?
Bernardo: Is Giulio all right?  Someone go check.  …You.  What is the meaning of this?  Who ordered you here?

Man: Ugh…

The rustle of bushes being parted.  Luchino quickly points the gun at the noise.

Giulio: …My apologies.  I killed him.

Giulio appears with a bloody knife dangling from his hand.  He’s soaked in dark red up to his wrist.

Gian: You OK?  Was there another guy?
Giulio: Yes.
Bernardo: Did you finish him off?

Nodding, Giulio approaches.  It looks like he killed the other in a 1 vs. 1 without getting a single scratch.

Man: …Shit!  You killed him?!

The man Bernardo’s holding down wails with a twisted face.

Judging from the level of shock, the other was a good friend of his.

Giulio leans forward and places the knife straight across the man’s throat.  He stops struggling.

Bernardo: We need information from him first.  Be patient.
Giulio: …Understood…

The scent of blood first thing in the morning…  …What a wonderful wake-up call.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Li
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 16:46:55

    Don’t mind my ranting. I’m just bored. The current translations have run out of awkward phrases, grammar abnormalities, missing words and inclomplete sentences for me to pick on. Currently, everything’s so busy and messed-up here that I feel that I really need distraction of the entertainment type. Sorry for sounding impatient, it’s just bothering me that I have so little free time right now.



  2. terracannon876
    Feb 16, 2012 @ 09:51:30

    Lol, don’t sound so gleeful =P Not finding things is a good thing (for me) XD Besides, afterwards I’m going to look through the whole thing again (after I finish the Ivan route) and make everything flow better. Hopefully by then, I’ll have watched a few Mafia movies / read a few Mafia books by then, too.

    If you want, you can show me your translations for a look-over. I’d be glad to, if you think it’ll help.



  3. Li
    Feb 18, 2012 @ 16:40:41

    Sorry for sounding gleeful then. I just like nit-picking, I guess. Don’t let any I ramble on about bother you. As for the translation, I have so far only managed to translate a small part of it, due to lack of time and experience. Even the fact that one week of vacation has just started for me is no garantee that I will be able to spend more time translating. It’s carneval after all.
    If you’re willing to look it over, I would really appreciate that. So far I’m only hoping I have managed to gasp the essence of what is written. I’m not bothering on giving distinct speech to the characters yet.



    • terracannon876
      Feb 21, 2012 @ 18:16:19

      Sorry for sounding short the previous few days. Been a bit stressed from schoolwork, which won’t be done until Thursday. Felt this one needed a reply, though.

      I wouldn’t mind looking over the translation. If you want, you can email it to me. I’d love to see what you have. If this is your first time translating, expect to go slowly. Truthfully, I think you should’ve started off on manga or something, since it’s far less text. It’s always easier to ease into something than to jump in the deep end.

      What’s carneval?



      • Li
        Feb 23, 2012 @ 06:12:14

        Thanks again for offering to check my translations. I hope it won’t keep you from (doing) your own work though.

        As for Carneval, this is going to be hard to explain…
        It’s a festival that officially starts from the date 11/11 until 40 days before Easer. (Where I live, anyway. There are variations throughout the world.) This period is called Carneval’s season, but the last three days are what it is truely about. During these days everyone dresses him/herself up, becoming someone else, joking around with everything and everyone. The point is that while you are ‘unrecognisible’ you can speak up about everything you don’t like without having to worry about getting into trouble. And since you joke about yourself too, you have the right to joke about someone else as well. Many processions are organised with vehicles especially made for Carneval where people show off their costumes, plus there are many (mock) competitions for the best costume, or the best vehicle etc. For the duration of the festival, every Carneval club/organisation will elect a ‘Prince and/or Princess Carneval’ and a ‘Council of Eleven’ (sometimes a jester is elected in addition) as mock rulers. The name Carneval originated from ‘Carne Vale’ which means ‘goodbye meat’, because historically a time of fasting for 40 days until Easter starts right afterwards.



        • terracannon876
          Mar 03, 2012 @ 02:35:58

          Wow, that sounds really interesting…

          Sorry, I haven’t had time to look at your translations yet (and I’m not sure if you finished more). I’ll let you know when I have.



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