A Little Bit Ruthless

11 (part2)

I'm getting really fucking tired of coming into this interrogation room. As long as there are witnesses, victims, ex-cons, and serial killers, I better get used to seeing this damned place.

"Listen Steven, I have some bad news about Calvin." Letting him brace his self for the bad news he foldd his hands together knitting his eyebrows.

"She's dead." Is all I say, I can't I mean I won't go into details for his sake.. I wouldn't want anybody to tell me how my daughter was murdered.

"C-can I ask how?" Steven who already looks like hell pales even further his hair a disheveled mess, his eyes rimmed with tears ready to spill.

"I prefer not to. Trust me sir you don't want to know."

Nodding his head in understanding he looks up at me glaring,"That little bitch did it didn't she?"

"Whoa what?" I'm taken back by his harsh tone and pure hatred in his eyes. All these years later and still he hates her, almost as much as she hates him. "I can't reveal that type of information."

"You don't have to, you just confirmed it. I should've killed her too the little bitch. She deserves what ever happens to her."

"The same could be said about you. Did you not slaughter her whole family over drugs? Did you not beat the shit out of her and rape her when she was only a child? You're slate is fucking squeaky clean so don't pretend like it is and the world has turned its back on you. Steven you did this to Calvin not Izzy." I snap unable to control myself any longer. I want to feel bad for this guy really I do but that fucking did it. Pretending like he's nothing more than a victim, fuck outta here.

"Izzy? Since when do we give nicknames to serial killers?" His question throws me off and for a second I sit back thinking. I hadn't even realized I called her that just now.

"That's what I call her, that's what I've always called her." I grumble why I'm explaining myself to this prick I'll never fucking know. In some strange fucked up way I do care about this girl which pisses me off to the highest extent but I do.

"Did you know her before the killings?" He's just full of random ass questions.

"Yeah." I respond truthfully rubbing my chin. " Met her a couple years back of course I was older than her but I liked her then. Even though everything she'd ever known had been taken from her she had a certain air about her that I liked...loved even."

"So what did become of the bitch after we had our fun with her family? She was quiet for a good couple years, actually thought she killed herself like most whiney bitches."

"She grew up, realized she could get back at you and leapt at the opportunity, which would explain your dead daughter." I probably shouldn't have snapped like that but he deserved it.

He glares at me wanting to leap across this table but that would gain him a charge so he wouldn't dare do that.

"I heard she was working with an accomplice now adays. Shit what was his name." Steven mumbles thumping his fist against his head as if that'll better help him to remember who he's thinking of.

"Harold, hank, Hannibal! Hannibal. Is that true?"

"He raised her,worst damn thing ever." Its stupid of me to feel this way, but I feel responsible for her. Almost as if I could've saved her before she self destruct. What kind of friend am I that I let all those small crimes go that I couldn't see the big picture?

I should've paid more attention to the signs when we were younger,when I was just starting out as a cop. Before I ranked up to a detective, I should've fucking known.

I don't know how many times I washed my hands but every time I felt like my hands were as clean as they could be more blood appeared. Panic rises in my chest, my hands shake under the steaming red stained water. "Please please please get off of me." I cry scrubbing that much harder to remove the blood.

A knock on the bathroom door scares the shit out of me, shutting the water off a twist the knob pulling the door open. Hannibal stands frowning at me, "Little Sadist, you're clean look." Holding my hands in his turning them over and over they are clean for the most part. Scratches on them ooze the ruby red liquid I love so much, only it's my blood not Calvin's.

"Hannibal, something's wrong with me. I don't feel like I did the right thing, this has never happened to me before I thought killing Calvin would be therapeutic but it wasn't." I wail shaking violently returning to the sink to wash my hands again.

He shuts the water off gently pulling me from the bathroom, "Izabella you know what you have to do and I will help you. I know where Steven is, but you'll only have one opportunity to do this correctly. I can get you in to the  Police Station but you'll have to get out on your own. You know this is what you want and it's driving you crazy."

Leading me into his study I take a seat on the leather couch resting my head in my hands, "I want so badly to just fucking rip him apart. I'm so close to doing it I can taste it, Hannibal I have to Kill Steven and I know exactly how we're going to do it. Just get me in"

Hannibal grins with the most sadistic smile I've ever seen him wear. It sends my heart racing and my palms to sweating. He clearly has a plan that'll shock the shit out of me, as long as that damn detective stays the hell out of the way we could pull this off...no, we will pull this off. 

I put that bastard back into his cell locking the door securely behind me. For once I've never felt so thrilled to put this guy behind bars, even if it is to protect the man. He lost everything but still has a heart as cold as ice. He still hates Izzy and wouldn't even think twice about killing her or her family all over again. I don't wish anything bad on anybody but this guy, no one would miss him. I hope Izzy gets him the moment we release him from our custody, hell I would pretend like I didn't see a damn thing.

Fuck Him.