Again I would like to say 'sorry' for the long time between updates. Life is just a crazy thing. You never really know when you are going to get some time to sit down and write. Now that winter is here there isn't much to do besides sit inside in front of a computer. I'm not really into winter sports.

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The next day Hannibal took the day off from work. The night before had been very stressful on everyone. The police had been happy with Mischa's story. They had no reason to believe that she killed him out of cold blood. New York's long record with the police kept them on her side.

He was going to take care of the rest of the men that had hurt his oldest daughter so much. He knew that she wanted revenge but he couldn't allow her to do that. He didn't want his daughter to face many years in prison for killing a few assholes.

During the long drive up to Stony Plain he contemplated a lot of things. He knew that there was a chance the murders would get traced back to him and that he would be in major trouble.

He was willing to risk that for his daughter's own good. Even if he and Clarice both went to prison little Julie would still lead a good life. He was sure she would have a good home with her older sister.

He pulled into the driveway of the house owned by the two men that were left. He had always liked the direct approach. He never liked to beat around the bush unless it was for fun. This wasn't for fun.

Killing this men was an important mission. He raised his fist and knocked on the door. After a few minutes Mad Dog answered. At once he recognized the man on the door step.

"Hello," he said softly.

Part of him had been waiting months for this to happen. He knew it was only a matter of time before Mischa's father would come to him. Even though he had no reason to fear the man standing in front of him he found himself feeling fear.

Something about the way the good doctor stared at him made him shake a quiver. His eyes were that of a wolf and Mad dog felt like his pray.

"Can I come in?" Hannibal asked already feeling the fear.

Mad dog didn't say anything. He just stepped out of the way and let him in.

"Dr. Milton," Mad dog said taking a few steps back from him. "I know what you are here about and I want you to know it wasn't supposed to happen that way."

"How was it supposed to happen?" he asked looking the boy in the eye.

Mad dog didn't how to answer that. Was he supposed to tell him the truth? The truth was that they thought Mischa would be too ashamed to go home and would stay there as their fuck toy. They never expected her to leave. They didn't even think that she would really get pregnant.

"I see," Hannibal said in answer to the silence. "I'm going to see that you pay for what you did."

The lever of fear in Mad dog was quickly rising. He didn't like the calm tone in the older man's voice. It made him feel like the man was getting ready to strike. He was slowly backing into the kitchen.

"I'm going to give you a choice," he said backing Mad dog into the counter. "Turn yourself and the other boy in and I won't hurt you."

"Hurt me?" Mad dog said with a snort. "Yea right. You are scary Dr. Milton but I don't believe you would hurt me too bad."

"That's where you're wrong," Hannibal said pulling a knife out of the knife block.

Mad dog forced himself against the counter trying to get away from the crazed man.

"One more chance," Hannibal said holding up the knife.

Mad dog couldn't speak. He opened his mouth but the words just didn't come out. He was too scared to speak. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He started to kick and fight but Hannibal held him hard. There was no way out.

"Alright," the doctor said with a chuckle. "Looks like you aren't going to turn yourself in. I guess you've chosen death. Before I kill you do tell me where is the other boy?"

Mad dog thought for a second. Ron had gone out two hours before to dinner and a movie. That meant he would be returning in a short amount of time.

"I didn't say I wanted death," Mad said quickly.

"I asked you a question," Hannibal said pressing the blade to his throat. "You had your chance to get out of dieing and you blew it. Now I'm going to give you to the count of five to tell me where the other boy is. If you tell me I'll make your death quick."

Tears were filled Mad dog's eyes. He didn't want to die but he knew he didn't have a choice. The promise of a gentle death caught his attention.

"Out," Mad dog croaked. "He went out a while ago. He'll be back soon. He always comes home straight afterwards."

"Thank you," Hannibal said.

In one move he cut his throat. The boy made a few noises before he slid down the counter to the floor. He smirked picking up the body and tossing it over his shoulder. He walked upstairs to the bedroom and dropped it onto the bed. He wrapped the body inside the comforter. With no trouble he took it downstairs and tossed it into the back of his car.

The streets and were empty and quiet. Stony Plain was a simple town and if they had known what he had just done they would have thanked him. Simple towns never like trouble makers. Hannibal went inside and waited for Ron to arrive home.

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The hours passed and Ron still didn't show up. Hannibal didn't believe that Mad Dog had lied to him. He could always spot a lair when he saw one. There were two possibilities. One was that Ron had changed his normal behavior and stayed out later than normal. The second one was that someone had gotten to him before he did.

Hannibal paused for a second to think. Mischa could have taken off after he left and killed Ron. Hannibal knew that she wanted to kill everyone of them. He remembered the way Mischa had cried after she killed New York. Killing wasn't for her. She could kill but she just couldn't handle it.

He sighed getting up from the couch. He needed to get rid of the body in his car and talk to his daughter. He only hoped that the first possibly was the correct one.

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Miles away had already disposed of her kill in a local river. Earlier that morning Ron had called her. He said that he had heard about New York's death and wanted to talk to her. Mischa had met with him for only one reason. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to see all of those men dead. She knew she had promised her father she couldn't kill them but it was a promise she couldn't keep.

After dinner with Ron she had agreed to hear him out some where more private. The two had arrived his house with Mad dog would give them no privacy so the two had gotten a room together. Mischa had wasted no time strangling him.

As Mischa got into her car she regretted what she had done. She didn't cry as she had with New York. She just felt depressed. She wasn't depressed because Ron was dead. She was sad because she was scared. She was scared of going to jail for what she had done. She was scared she would lose her baby when it was born.

"You idiot," she yelled at herself as she started up her car. "You are bound to go away for this."

Thing ringing of her cellphone caught her attention. Mischa sighed when saw her father's phone number. It wasn't late at only ten at night but he was more than likely wondering where she was.

"Hello," she said into the phone.

"Mischa," her father said in a stern voice. "Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home from visiting a friend," she lied. "Things ran a little late with her."

"Oh," Hannibal said. "Well come home quickly I really need to talk to you."

Mischa sighed hanging up the phone. She knew her father hadn't believed her. He could always see through her lies. She sighed pulling the car onto the road and headed home.