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L'ange de la Mort - Part 2

"You filthy man-whore!" The Angel screeched, gripping her waist, now dripping with a dark, thick blood.

Will had sliced a section of her upper waist, while Hannibal had aimed for her head. She'd blocked his lunge with the hammers handle but remained defenceless to Will's sudden strike.

"You'll pay for that!"

She reached the hammer over her head, stretching the muscles around her laceration and letting more blood gush from the wound. She bought it down towards Will's head. Hannibal lept to protect him, shoving him quickly put of the way, but sustaining an injury himself. The dense hammer head smashed into his left arm. Hannibal collapsed to the ground with a loud cry. Hannibal quickly deduced that the bone in his arm was completely shattered and he was internally bleeding, his medical history tended to come in handy in situations like this. The pain shot up his arm like fire. He quickly inhaled through his teeth. The pain exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy, It made him reel.

Will turned down to Hannibal, clutching his arm on the pavement. He turned to back to look at The Angel, mischievously smirking at Hannibal, writhing with pain on the floor. She turned her attention back up to Will.

"What?"

"You'll regret doing that."

Instead of lunging for the woman again, Will made a quick decision. He quickly dropped himself to the floor, lowering his centre of gravity as low as he could and placing his hands on the floor beside him. Then, he swiftly swung one of his legs at The Angel's ankles. She toppled over instantaneously, hitting the floor with a loud thud. Will quickly scrambled over to the woman on the ground, still grasping his blade. He hooked his arm around her neck, propping her body up against his so she was sitting up straight.

The Angel was staring straight at Hannibal, still clutching his arm on the ground. Will was situated right behind her, looking right past her head and straight at Hannibal, aswell. Hannibal was looking up at the two of them, The Angel still stuck in Will's choke hold.

Suddenly, The Angel started laughing, softly, yet sadisticly.

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me."

Will guided his blade down to her stomach and began to push the blade firmly into her torso. A deap-seated screech left The Angel's mouth as Will dragged the blade horizontally across her stomach, gutting her. The screech stopped instantaneously as the corpse collapsed to the ground, taking Will down with it.

Will rolled off the body, into the pool of blood that began to spread beneath it. He panted heavily, laying beside the corpse. He looked up anxiously in search of Hannibal, he saw him covered in the blood spray of The Angel, now up on his feet but swaying uneasily. Will pushed himself up into his feet and ran quickly to Hannibal, half embracing him, half holding him up right in fear that he might faint.

"Let's go home." Hannibal puffed.

"Just a second." Will added.

Hannibal looked up at him quite confused, as Will hurried off into the gardens. A minute later he emerged with a single red rose, and handed it to Hannibal before quickly transforming himself back into a crutch and helping Hannibal hobble back out of the gardens.