❤️~Huskerdust~❤️

Ch. 9. From a whisper to a scream.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
(More angst)

Husk stepped out the vehicle once he arrived, his face determined to figure out what had happened to angel. He opened the door to the building and walked up to the front desk where a hellhound sat, asking for a personal appointment with val. When the hellhound argued, his claws ripped out his hand, and he threatened to scratch the hellhound. The hellhound told husk where to go, and he and started wondering around the place trying to find any sign of Val. He came in contact with a tall silhouette of a moth, with dim eyes and a crooked smile. He growled a little at the moths attempt to be intimidating.

Valentino let out a pink smoke, which made husk roll his eyes.
He glided up to husk, leaning closer to him, his wet tongue slithering out his mouth as he chuckled at the feline who was obviously disgusted.
“Ai, Mi felino friend, you here to try out to be a famous actor? I can make you a star and us lots of money, eh?”

Valentino slithered his tongue around husk’s neck, making husk growl and scratch Valentino in the face. Valentino stumbled back a little, holding the open wound.

“Fuck off, I'm not somebody you can fucking take advantage of. I've seen that shit way to many times. So I'll ask nicely, where Is Anthony. ”

“Ohoho, so you're the one angel went and fucked with behind my back. Husk, might I presume?”

Husk wasn't falling for Valentino’s bullshit.

“Last time, you rabid bitch.”
Husk growled, his face scrunching up as he flashed his teeth at the moth. His wings sprawled out, ready to attack any moment.
Valentino pointed to the dressing room, his eyes narrowing as his smile got bigger. Husk went past Valentino, and tried to open the door, which was locked. He started kicking and punching it, and eventually broke it down.

He walked In to see Anthony on the ground. His eyes widened, his eyes going dull. He felt his head start to go fuzzy, and his eyes went a blur. His chest began to clench as it began to hurt to breathe.
He slowly walked over to Anthony, collapsing on his knees beside him.

“Wake up.”
Husk said, his body beginning to tremble. It had been long before Angel had been deceased. His body had a terrible stench, and all the liquid from his legs were dry. His body was cold and stiff, no sign of any life.

“Wake up.”

Husk said again, as he slowly lifted Anthony up a little, shaking him.

“Wake up..”
His voice cracked, his head going down a little.

“Wake— wake up.. Anthony.”

He began weeping, his tears strolling down his face as he clenched onto Anthony's body. He pulled him close, hugging onto Anthony like his life depended on it. He continued to sob out loud, rocking back and forth as he held his lover.
All his memories of them became fuzzy, the more he looked back at them the more he wanted to scream. He couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear the fact that he'd never be able to see Anthony again.

He couldn't bear the fact that he'd never be able to hear Anthony’s contagious laughs again, never hear angels annoying mocking and bickering, never be able to hear Anthony talk about how much he loved annoying people around the hotel for laughs. He cried at the thought that he'd never be able to feel Anthony's touch anymore, be able to listen to Anthony’s odd requests and argue with him about dumb things. He cried at the fact that he wouldn't be able to talk about his performances to Anthony again, he'd never be able to share his thoughts with him anymore, he saw Anthony as the only person who truly understood him, regardless of their differences.
He cried at the thought of the other's reactions when he were to tell them what had happened.

He'd never be able to share his stupid alcohol recipes with him anymore, watching him laugh and criticize the way he'd mix things that didn't need to be.
He'd never be able to look at Fat Nuggets the same way again.
He cried at the fact that he never once got to ask to take Anthony out on a date.
He never got to confess to Anthony.
He never got to say,

“I love you.”

After a while of grieving, his sadness quickly turned to rage. After a minute of trying to level his anger, he gave up as it only grew. He slowly set Anthony's body down, standing up as he clenched his fists. He walked out and stood a fars way distance away from Valentino, who was satisfied at husks reaction.
Before Valentino could say anything, Husk suddenly vanished with one flap of his wings, and then came from behind Valentino, attacking him, punching into his back making Valentino stumble forward a bit.

Valentino grumbled a little, obviously pissed at the sudden attack.
Valentino charged at the feline, going on for a punch to the face, but husk dashed to the side and kicked Valentino's lower back in, hearing a crack.
Valentino wailed, collapsing onto the ground as husk had fractured his spine. Husk crushed the area of Valentinos spine, digging his foot into it to make him scream. Vox was watching from the cameras hidden in the room, mortified. Vox watched husk slice val’s wings off like butter, using his claws.
Val wailed again, begging and pleading for the pain to end. But husk didn't stop there. He gradually sliced open Valentino’s back, and ripped out the fractured spine. He then lifted it, and slammed it onto Valentino's head. Val stayed quiet, his body going into shock. Husk kicked Valentino onto his back, his eyes infuriated with complete hatred for the moth.

“You took away the only thing that made my life  worth living for.”
Husk said, his voice calm yet full of hatred.

“He loved you.”
He clenched his fists, his anger building up like a pot ready to overflow.

“He loved you more than anything, and yet you treated him like shit for your own self pleasure. Does his begging and pleading, and all his screams make you feel good, Valentino? Does the way he flinches and tenses when you walk up to him make you feel satisfied? Does the way he comes to me looking for some sort of comfort after a shoot make you feel good about yourself? Does him being too helpless and unable to defend himself against someone like you make you feel superior? Does the fact that he comes home everyday on the verge of tears make you feel pleasured?”

He said, awaiting Valentinos response. But he never got one. Valentino only stared up at husk with hazy, lidded eyes as he continued to bleed out. Husk growled in irritation of the moths staring, and raised his heel and stomped on Valentino’s ribcage, getting splattered in the blood.

“WELL? DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD!?”

“NO!! NO—”
Valentino finally responded with a scream, wheezing as his chest caved in. He began to choke on his own blood as his ribcage pierced into his lungs.
Husk took his nail, and sliced through Valentinos stomach, exposing his arteries and intestines and all his muscles and including the broken ribcage. He one by one picked the ribs out like they were apples, and stabbed through Valentino’s limbs with every sharp end, despite them being dull. Once he did so, he grabbed his intestines and ripped it out of its socket. By then, Valentino had died. But he was still angry. He still wanted to torture him. But knowing It wouldn't do anything, he dropped the intestines and stood up, covered and dripping in blood. He turned away from Valentino’s body, and flicked his hands to get some of the blood off.

Vox sat at his desk, terrified and sobbing as he had watched his ‘best friend’ die. Velvet walked in on him and saw the screen. Her eyes widened with shock, her hands covering her mouth.

“I watched it happen.”
Vox said, his head down on his desk as he continued to sob.
“He's gone, he's dead.”