Wait For Me

Chapter 15 - The Reveal

TW: mentions of child abuse and flashbacks. This chapter is heavy on the italics, but it's meant to convey their emotions more. Because oh man, are these boys feeling confused and furious!

March 30th, 1930

"Angel?"

Alastor.

The blonde froze. It had been almost forty-eight hours, but after nearly a month of spending time together, Anthony would know that voice anywhere. What was he doing here? The blonde slowly turned around, bewilderment all over his face. "Al?"

Alastor mirrored the bewildered expression. This was the young Mafia soldier Lucifer told him about?! Surely his shadow had found the wrong person! "Angel?" he repeated, before looking at the ground and seeing the dead body. It appeared to be a man in his forties, and Alastor was doing his best not to put the puzzle pieces together. He didn't like where this was going. "What are you...?"

"What are you doing here?!" the blonde blurted at the same time. He was stunned, and his mind was sputtering in an attempt to work properly again.

Alastor looked back up to Angel, an incredulous brow arched. "What am I doing? What are you doing?" Please don't be the one I'm supposed to kill for the Devil.

Anthony watched Alastor's eyes glance at D'Angelo on the ground, and then back up to him. His mind was still reeling, but he quickly stepped in front of the dead man. "He was attacking me." Not exactly a lie.

Alastor studied the blonde's face for some sort of explanation. He noted the flicker of unease in the other man's eyes, and his own narrowed. "Why was he attacking you?"

"How the fuck should I know?!" Anthony snapped, throwing his arms in the air. The adrenaline from the kill never left his body. It had remained dormant and was slowly building back up again. Maybe he could run. "He was crazy and just came at me!"

Alastor looked around the warehouse, taking in the rough walls, floor, and storage. "And is this your warehouse?"

"I'm not answering any more questions until you answer mine. Why. Are. You. Here?" Anthony was getting frustrated. How was this man just going to burst in here like a hurricane and demand answers? He had no right!

Now it was Alastor's turn to scramble for an answer. His shadow had hidden itself as Alastor's regular one upon recognizing the young man from the night he shot that mugger, so Alastor couldn't look to it for help. "I simply happened to be in the area." That was a terrible excuse, and he knew it, but he didn't know what else to say. For once, the performer was floundering. It wasn't like he had to explain himself very often. Especially to his victims, which he still didn't know if Angel was or not.

Now Anthony might have been young, but he was no fool, and he was frankly offended that Alastor thought he was dumb enough to fall for that obvious lie. He turned on the safety of his gun and crossed his arms. "Right. You were just wanderin' around Nowhere Ville, New York and happened to find me. Level with me, won'tcha? You were followin' me, right?"

Not intentionally. Not him in particular anyways. How should Alastor spin this? What could he say? "I'm not sure I know what you mean. I was just exploring parts of the city I haven't seen yet. I leave tomorrow morning you know." That excuse wasn't any better, based on the look Angel was giving him.

For the briefest hint of a second, Anthony's heart sank at being reminded his...whatever he was...was leaving - possibly for good - tomorrow. But then he got angry. "Do you think I'm an idiota [idiot]? Ya really think that just 'cuz I'm younga' than ya, I'm gonna fall for those bullshit lies?" He unfurled his arms and clenched his fists. "You get one last chance ta tell me the truth, or I'm gonna be extremely pissed off."