Deliverance [malexmale]

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I said nothing in my defense. What was the point of lying? He'd found out-- somehow. I was curious, though, I didn't ask. I stood there in silence as Hannibal glared at me, eyes snapping fire. Akin looked... incredibly disappointed, and for some reason, that bothered me. Why should it? I didn't give a shit what Akin thought of me.

"Menoetius, what's he talking about?" Akin asked me sternly. I did what I did best and put on a blank expression.

"Exactly what it sounds like," I replied. Akin's brows knitted together in a disbelieving frown, his lips pursing into a tight line. Hannibal clenched his fists and moved for me again, but Akin caught him and pulled him back, placing a hand on his chest.

"Baby, calm down and let him explain himself," he said gently. Hannibal growled low in his throat, reminding me of the angry animal all those years ago I'd been forced to chain to a post, the one I'd had to force into a high that left him dazed for hours.

"What's there to explain," I said, making Akin frown at me, "It's exactly like he's said. I've been systematically killing a bunch of worthless pieces of shit. So what? You want me to apologize or beg for your forgiveness? Fuck you, hybrid." Hannibal snarled and shoved me into the wall again. He slugged me in the face before Akin had managed to pull him back with a surprising amount of strength. Hannibal breathed hard, eyes flashing to red, then back again.

Gods, do it again. Hit me, asshole.

I am really sick.

I laughed at that, reaching up to wipe the blood from my lips before I pushed off the wall.

"Menoetius, why?" Akin asked. I stared at him.

Why? Because no one else was doing it. Because you let those bastards go too. You never went after the people who hurt Hannibal. You never killed them for daring to touch someone who was precious to you. Because you never made it easier for Hannibal to sleep at night. Because it wasn't fair that I couldn't kill the person who did the same thing to me. Because, because, be-fucking-cause!

"Gods, you're stupid," I seethed, and Hannibal tensed, but when he tried to go at me again, Akin put a hand on his chest and faced me with a stern expression, "You stayed in a city where Hannibal was abused. You stayed friends with people who hurt him. You stand there and talk about how much you fucking adore him, but you never show it. Not really. You don't...!" I couldn't finish that sentence.

You don't love him like I do!

"Is that what this is about?" Akin asked. I couldn't read his expression. It was a combination of too many things for me to pinpoint an exact reaction. Though, Hannibal was an open book the way he glared bloody murder at me. I was mostly surprised he hadn't just blasted me into oblivion already. We all knew he had the power to do so, and yet he seemed to get more of a sick thrill out of kicking my ass-- not that I was complaining, considering I got my own sick thrill out of it.

"How did you find out?" I asked, instead of answering him. Hannibal narrowed his eyes.

"Kristoff," he said, making Akin's eyes widen as he turned to stare at him in shock, "I was going to pay your cell phone bill and I noticed he was the only one making repeated calls to you. I went and asked him what was going on." Fucking vampire. Should've known better than to trust a blood-sucking piece of shit to keep his damn mouth shut. Looks like he was out of a job now because there was no way I was going to call him about information Tiberius now. I was on my own.

"Kristoff was helping you? Menoetius, who exactly were you killing?" Akin asked in disbelief. I clenched my jaw, pursing my lips. Why should I tell him? He didn't really give a shit. If he had, he would've killed them all himself. Then again, why was I surprised Akin had let them go? He could pretend he was tough and badass, but in the end, he was just another pretty face with a big purse.