Voltrick growled deeply as he quickened his pace back up the hall. Hate, blame, rage, and hurt emotions whirled through him as he steadfastly trailed up the other hall.

He had to get to Antonis. Voltrick had to teach him a lesson. If that lesson had to be death, then so be it. Antonis turned his son against him. 'Antonis is a better father?! Evidence enough that it was Antonis that turned Gordan against him. He knew it then. When Antonis was captured and Murdoc sent him down to 'take care' of him. Voltrick knew it then, and its been proved now. Antonis will share his pain!

Antonis had continued down the other hall, so Voltrick would lead himself to the end of it.

Antonis left the room where Aidan, Brandon and Debalora were eating taking none for himself. His appetite didn't return to him even after Aidan came back. It had to be because of earlier. Also, he didn't want to stay near Aidan, giving the cat some time to recuperate. Poor thing. Something had certainly changed him for the worst.

He took a turn down the hall, walking into a sort of open area in between the hallways. It was big enough to be a small room like a lake in between two streams. As far as he knew, he was walking aimlessly until he heard loud footsteps from the other hall. Antonis stopped, looking up curiously until Voltrick appeared in his sight, coming to a stop just before entering the room-like space that Antonis was in.

For the first time in a long while, Antonis was almost paralyzed by the mere expression Voltrick wore. There was such...Hate. The General wore a cautious expression as he stared at Voltrick. The first thought that came to mind was that he was unarmed.

Voltrick narrowed his glared gaze; his upper lip snarled and twitched as he growled. His teeth were grit viciously and his fists tightly clenched.

Antonis stood before him, the mere sight of him infuriated Voltrick uncontrollably. He's the one who turned Gordan against his own father. And now he'll pay for it!

Voltrick, almost instantly, ran forward in a mad dash toward Antonis; yelling out aggressively as he came closer. Usually, Voltrick would pounce toward his target. But Voltrick wanted this fight on his feet, he wanted to look Antonis in the eye as he destroys everything about him. As Voltrick approached, his left fist was drawn back and thrust towards Antonis' face. If it was blocked or hit out of the way, the right was already on its way to deliver another facial attack.

Antonis felt almost immovable as he watched Voltrick make a mad dash towards him, watching as the left fist was drawn back for impact.

The last thought he had before he was struck was the feeling of knowing he was right all along. Voltrick did not change as Aidan had said.

He felt a crack in his jaw as it was punched, first from the right and then to the left after Voltrick's punches, causing him to fall onto the ground, right shoulder first before the rest of his body followed. Antonis had a moment then, on the floor, to realize what was happening. Voltrick was attacking him again! Soon he will conspire against the others! Antonis' eyes widened terror-struck as he realized the only ones left in the tavern were Aidan, Brandon, Gordan and Debalora. Tamil was gone looking for Murdoc.

Clutching his teeth, turning his eyes to glare at Voltrick, he seemed to gain a second wind after thinking about the others and what Voltrick could do to them.

Voltrick growled loudly as he glared down to Antonis. "I warned you!" Voltrick shouted before quickly lowering himself to tightly grasp onto Antonis' neck. But instead of choking him, Voltrick used Antonis' neck as a grab point to lift him from the ground. After lifting him, Voltrick would spin slightly to swing Antonis around; slamming his back into the wall. "I knew I couldn't trust you, You BASTARD!" Before anything else was said, Voltrick's free fist landed itself into Antonis' abdomen.

Antonis grunted as his throat was grabbed, using both hands to clutch Voltrick's arm tightly just as he was lifted. His claws dug into the tiger's flesh as he hit against the wall, but not enough to knock the wind out of him. Antonis snarled down at Voltrick, his front canines bare as he heard the monster speak. What could possibly be HIS fault not 15 minutes ago!?

Voltrick's punch to his stomach forced a pained groan to emit, taking a moment to bear it until Antonis would kick against Voltrick, trying to pry himself out of his grip.

Voltrick quickly caught Antonis' kicking leg; the claws in his arm drawing no effect. Wrapping his hand tightly around Antonis' struggling leg, Voltrick quickly released Antonis' neck. But in one swinging motion, Voltrick used Antonis' leg to swing Antonis around himself and slam him into the wall again. Picture frames fell from from their hooks as the force against the wall made its harsh impact.

Voltrick made another enraged yell as Antonis was dropped the to ground. Antonis groaned painfully a bit as he tried to roll away from the wall, But Voltrick was quick to throw another fist down toward Antonis' face. "I knew you would turn him against me!" Voltrick shouted before his left fist crossed the opposite side of Antonis' face. "I warned you what would happen!" Voltrick's right fist made an impact against Antonis' face as well.

A harsh growl erupted again before Voltrick lifted Antonis by his throat again. "You took my friend away.." Voltrick's features scrunched up as he gathered more strength. "And now him... What more do you WANT?!" Voltrick slammed Antonis' back into the ground as he finished his sentence.

Antonis' mouth gaped open as his back slammed against the floor paneling, opening his eyes as the punches ceased to look up at Voltrick. Gordan...he was talking about Gordan. The bruised eye began to fade away as Antonis raised his head just enough to wrinkle his maw before Voltrick.

"You tore off that boy's arm...and you took him to the Ministry." Antonis growled in his throat in a low voice, "You've lost all decency!"

Voltrick only paused long enough to hear Antonis' reply. His answer made Voltrick hook him with another right fist. Antonis would then be grabbed even more harshly than before as Voltrick dug his claws into Antonis' chest and lifted him from the floor by the skin of his chest; yelling aggressively while doing so.

"I didn't know it was him!" Voltrick shouted before forcing Antonis' back against the wall. "I thought he died years before, how was I supposed to recognize him after all of that?!" Voltrick continued before he forced the claws in Antonis' chest downward; creating ten deep trails. But Voltrick didn't stop to even take a breath before his right hand was up again to grasp into Antonis' neck tightly, his claws digging into the flesh there. "And I was ordered to take Aidan, I was told to take him back by Murdoc!!" he yelled again before using as much strength as possible to throw Antonis across the room toward the opposite wall. "I had no choice!"

Antonis' eyes widened painfully as he stared up at Voltrick, the claws like thick nails in his chest. He recalled having the fear that one would pierce his heart. He cried out as he was lifted from the floor, feeling each claw clutch deeper into his chest, blood flowing in the creases between Voltrick's claws and his own flesh. He felt his back slam against the wall once again.

His arms fumbled to grab Voltrick, only able to grip his shirt and part of his shoulder until Antonis arched his back, eyes raising towards the ceiling as he yelled in pain. The nails peeled down his chest as though it were nothing, the incredible pain blinding him. Antonis shut his eyes. It was too much-- His throat was taken hold of, the nails squeezing inside cutting off Antonis' breath. He couldn't...

Unable to breath and hearing the shouts in his ear, Antonis felt airborne as Voltrick threw him. Like a rag doll, Antonis hit against the wall, leaving a blood-stained imprint against the dark brown wood until he fell onto the floor.

Antonis squinted his eyes open, finding himself on his stomach, head turned towards Voltrick. Blood was beginning to pool underneath him with nothing to hold it back. Instinctively he reached to try and hold it in, gasping for air after Voltrick virtually destroyed it. He saw the soles of Voltrick's boots turn in his direction. He felt a strange feeling of incoming death.

You abandoned me...

Aidan's voice rang in his ears just as he coughed a vein of blood. He would be so sad...and Brandon would loose another father. Antonis pressed his arm against the ground, barely raising himself off the ground. A glance down to his chest he saw strips of flesh hanging down. And then faint smoke. The bleeding began to stop as his flesh started to mend itself. Antonis' head jerked up to look up at Voltrick with a testing snarl.

Voltrick would have to kill Aidan or Brandon if he wanted to get rid of Antonis. Otherwise he'll never stop raising himself from the floor.

Voltrick quickly made his way toward Antonis; his infuriated gaze meeting Antonis' feeble attempt at an intimidating snarl. His reaction only made Voltrick growl louder before grabbing hold of the back of Antonis' neck. Antonis made a weak attempt at swatting him away, but the bloody hand was kicked away and quickly stepped on by Voltrick's boot.

After getting a firm hold, Voltrick forced Antonis from the ground; removing his boot from Antonis' hand. Once above the ground, Antonis would be turned and slammed face first into the wall.

"I would have given anything to let him go. I would have given my life had I known he would have endured what he did!" Voltrick growled out as he continued to force Antonis' against the wall while grabbing Antonis' hand and pulling it back and up behind Antonis' back.

"And now, even after you threw him out, he loves you again. And he couldn't hate me more!" Voltrick raised his voice again as he pulled Antonis' arm up further. "You've taken my friend and now you've taken my son! He told me, you would be a better father... He told me, he would rather see me locked up in a cell for all eternity!"

Antonis emitted faint groans as his teeth were bare against the wall, feeling his arm gradually force itself up along his back. Twisted in such a way, it was already unbearable to imagine it going up higher. But even so, Antonis heard everything Voltrick said, every little, damning thing.

"Both are your fault..!" he grunted painfully, his voice barely audible. He could hear his shoulder begin popping back. Antonis snarled, using his other shoulder to jerk back against Voltrick, struggling to be released, "You've lost all sense of control!"

Antonis' struggles were easily ignored as Voltrick forced Antonis' arm up even more. The sounds of cracking and popping were like cues to respond. But Voltrick's response was forcing Antonis to turn around and having his black slammed into the wall. "Self control? You have no idea what I have been through, You have no idea!" Voltrick shouted outloud before thrusting a his right fist into Antonis' ribs; thrusting hard enough to hear a crack upon impact. "Self control? Why didn't you follow your own judgement the day you kicked Aidan out?" Voltrick tilted his head and lowered to remain eye level with Antonis as he hunched over. "Or how about the time where you couldn't hold yourself back from attacking me the day Vincent died?!"

Gordan ran in from the opposite opening of the hall and stopped as he saw Voltrick hovering over Antonis. And with Antonis' condition and the blood covering him, Gordan knew Voltrick was taking his fury out on Antonis. "What have I done?" Gordan whispered to himself.

Voltrick stepped back only slightly before he sent another fist against Antonis' face. "Answer me!"

The last punch forced a spurt of blood out of Antonis' mouth, through his lips as the side of his face hit against the wall. His head was clouded in dizziness, even looking back towards Voltrick all he could see was a large black blur. His throat had begun to heal as well as his chest, slowly coming back to himself after a moment of disproportion. And in that time he assured himself that Voltrick will kill him.


----


Aidan had heard loud thumping noises from across the inn, causing his ears to lift cautiously. The noise was very familiar to him and caused a great feeling of unease. Excusing himself from the table, he left Debalora and Brandon to see what was happening.

"Voltrick, Stop!!" Gordan shouted; still at the end of the hall. There was no way he would come down the hall and physically try to stop him. But he knew he had to do something and shouting was the only thing he could think of.

Voltrick instantly turned an infuriated glare toward the other end of the hall; expecting some other friend of Antonis that would try to fight him off. Realizing it was Gordan, made him widened his eyes in surprise. It was Gordan. He called him by his first name. The thought made him turn back to Antonis with a look of pure rage. Gordan wouldn't even call him father or even 'dad'.

Voltrick roared toward Antonis as rage boiled up inside him. His own son wouldn't refer to him as his father. He would rather Antonis be his father and Voltrick be locked up in some cell to rot! Voltrick's entire form tensed up uncontrollably before a harsh fist slammed against Antonis' face again. But Voltrick wouldn't stop. After one fist was done, the other would take the other side of Antonis' face.

Again and again, Voltrick pounded into Antonis' face and chest. But nothing would satisy him, Antonis has taken everything away from him.. EVERYTHING. So, Voltrick would hit harder and harder.. faster and faster.