I can't decide what to do with this chapter. (Frowny face.) I guess I'll try to build up more what's about to happen. That's always fun.

Chapter 13 – Going to Hell

"Bruder, I think I'm in love," Klavier sighed, as he sat across from Kristoph in the visitor's room. Kristoph scoffed.

"Yeah? Who are you 'in love' with this week?" he asked sarcastically, "Some cute barista who happened to look your way and wink when she gave you your coffee this morning?"

Klavier frowned at him. "I'm serious this time, bro!" he insisted, "I've never felt this way before! And I've noticed it for a while now, but I've been kind of nervous to address it."

"Oh?" Kristoph smirked, "And who is the lucky woman who's caught your attention?" Klavier blushed and looked away.

"A-Actually it's not a woman," he admitted. Kristoph raised an eyebrow.

It's about time he realized his feelings for that attorney! He thought to himself, I was ready to tell his own damn emotions to him! But to tease him, he wanted to play it off like he had no idea who he was talking about.

"So then who is it?" Kristoph asked, "Who turned my little brother gay?" And I swear to God, Klavier, if you say someone other than Mr. Justice…

Klavier didn't answer right away. Like he was ashamed of himself or something. "I-It's Apollo," he finally said.

Even though Kristoph had expected that answer, something unpleasant twisted in his gut. He tried to ignore it in favor of teasing his brother some more. He grinned wickedly at him.

"You're in love with the traitor who got me sent to prison?" he said in a mock critical voice. Klavier gulped.

"Well, I… you see…"

"Jeez, calm down Klavier, I was only speaking in jest," Kristoph told him, "I don't care what you do with your love life. As long as you don't date a murderer or an accountant I don't mind who decide to romance."

Klavier sighed slightly with visible relief. "Danke, bruder," he said, "But I thought you already knew I was bi? You knew I was hooking up with Daryan."

"Yes, I know," Kristoph hissed. Granted, he only knew when Daryan told him, but that wasn't the point. "The man has been asking about you. He keeps wondering who you're hooking up with now. I have to tell him that I don't know what you don't tell me."

Looking rather sheepish, Klavier looked down at the table. "Sorry if he's giving you trouble," he muttered, "It's my fault."

"I know it is, but I won't hold it against you," Kristoph said, "But I would rather not talk about him. After all this time in which I could tell you obviously had feelings for Mr. Justice, how did you finally come to that conclusion?"

Klavier looked shocked at his brother's words. He knew the whole time!? "Um, Herr Forehead and I were talking on the phone the other night when I couldn't sleep," he explained, "We talked for hours until we both fell asleep over the phone. That's when I realized I was in love."

Kristoph couldn't help but smirk. "You would realize it that way," he remarked, "It can't be anything typical with you." Klavier grinned at him.

"So, how has it been going with you, bro?" he asked, "Anything new?" Kristoph shrugged.

"Not really," he replied, "The most I have to tell is that I've been hiding out in the doctor's office to avoid Matt Engarde."

"How's that working out for you?" Klavier asked. He knew Engarde was a major source of stress for his brother and he hoped the doctor could help him.

"Fairly well," Kristoph answered, "If anything it helps get the man out of my hair for a while. I don't have to deal with him and his annoyances."

Klavier nodded and opened his mouth to say something but the guard entered at that moment. "Gavin! Time's up! Back to your cell!" Luckily today Howe was not the guard returning Kristoph to his cell, so Klavier didn't have to glare at him.

"See you later, bro!" Klavier called as he was escorted away, "I love you!"

Kristoph managed to stop and turn back to him. He smiled gently. "I love you, too," he said.

"Anyone else see the weirdo with the freaky goggles staring at us?" Frank asked the group at dinner later that day. The entire table turned to see who he was talking about and saw the person in question at the next table quickly avert his gaze. Gant chuckled.

"Don't worry," he assured them, "That's Ted Tonate. A couple of years ago he was sort of involved in that courtroom bombing scandal. He wanted to steal a bomb but it ended up blowing up instead. Apparently Wright and his associates exposed him."

"Why is it always Wright?" Engarde grumbled, "Aren't there any other defense attorneys in this city?"

"Well, Gavvy used to be a defense attorney," Gant pointed out, "Before he was arrested. Right, Gavvy?"

Kristoph wasn't really listening to any of them at the moment. He was staring in mild confusion and horror at the food on his tray. What was this disgusting abomination of greasy dough topped with tomato sauce, burnt cheese, and other random edible accessories?

"Um, guys? What the hell is this?" he wondered. Daryan looked over at him, confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, "It's pizza. You eat it with your hands." Kristoph immediately gave him a horrified "are you crazy?" look.

"Uh, no. I don't think so," he objected, "No food is meant to be eaten with your hands or fingers. It's unsanitary and gross."

"Have you never eaten pizza before?" Misty wondered, picking his up. Kristoph shuddered.

"No," he replied, "And I refuse to eat any food without utensils. If man were meant to eat with his fingers he wouldn't have invented the fork and knife."

"Sound reasoning," Godot agreed, "Even if I don't necessarily agree with you. For instance, do you eat a burger with a fork and knife?"

Kristoph blinked at him. "Yes," he replied simply.

Before Godot could reply Ted Tonate suddenly came over to their table and sat down next to Matt and Richard. "Good evening, fellow inmates," he greeted, typing on his keyboard, "I was hoping to inquire about the nature of-"

"Why are you talking like that?" Frank suddenly interrupted him. Ted turned to him.

"I do not understand the inquiry," he stated, "If you are referring to my vocabulary, I simply speak with a sophisticated dialogue. If you are talking about my computer, I find it more efficient than speaking with my mouth."

"How could you possibly find it better to use a computer to talk than to just open your mouth?" Kristoph wondered, "Even if you type really fast, talking is much easier. And it doesn't make you look smarter. If anything, it makes you look pretentious and stupid."

"Shows what you know," Ted shot back, "I'll have you know that I can type at speeds of up to-"

"Hey guys," Richard suddenly said, leaning over, "Look at what I can make Tonate say!" He started rapidly typing on Ted's arm computer, causing him to constantly repeat the phrase "I like to wear woman's clothing" over and over until Ted angrily snatched his arm away. The table erupted into snickering.

"I do not have to stand for this!" Ted declared, "I am Ted Tonate! Lead expert on the bomb squad who can take apart and put together any bomb in no time flat!"

"Was that before or after you blew up the courthouse?"

"That wasn't me!" Tonate insisted, "That was someone else! All I did was attempt to steal a bomb, kill a detective, frame a girl, and assault an attorney!"

"Oh, that's all you did!" Atmey said with a roll of the eyes.

"You framed someone else for your crimes," Misty hissed at Ted, "And not only that you assaulted someone? Was it the attorney on the case?" Ted swallowed nervously.

"Um, yes," he replied, "Do you fellows know of a lad by the name of Apollo Justice?"

Instantly, anger flared up inside Kristoph. He dug his nails into the table, trying not to glare too strongly at the man. Daryan, on the other hand, perked up immediately.

"Apollo Justice?" he repeated, "I hate that guy! He's the one who got me thrown in jail! So, you decked him one, huh? Nice!"

"Indeed," Tonate replied.

Kristoph would have loved to give the guy a piece of his mind, but dinner ended at that point. As the prisoners were being escorted back to their cells, von Karma kept his eyes on Ted.

"Call me old fashioned, but there is something about that guy that rubs me the wrong way," he muttered to the others, "Something about all that technology."

"Whatever!" Daryan dismissed, "I just found my new best friend!"

Kristoph tried to not cast a side glare at him but failed.

A figure silently walked down the corridor, holding the bottle of drugs securely in his pocket. No one would question him if they came across him. He was allowed to go wherever he wanted. He had put on special shoes that wouldn't echo or make noise in the concrete halls of the prison. Though he was allowed to be here, he didn't want to be discovered.

He came up to Kristoph and Matt's cell and silently unlocked it with the key had taken. He stole inside and as quietly as he could, took one of the pills out the bottle and slipped it down Matt's throat. Then he locked the door and fled the scene before anyone could wake up.

There was a moan from Matt. He woke up feeling… strange. Very strange. Groaning, he sat up and looked around. Everyone else was still asleep, including Kristoph.

Ah, Kristoph. What a handsome man. Even now Matt could feel himself getting… aroused. Painfully so, actually. In fact, he had never felt so lustful and horny before. Panting slightly, he crept over to where Kristoph slept and stood over him, fantasizing about doing him.

Heavy breathing is what woke Kristoph. Blinking a few times. He reached over and grabbed his glasses and put them on, wondering what woke him up. And then he saw Matt towering over him. And before he could open his mouth to ask what he was doing, Engarde pounced.

Cliffhanger! Sorry for the kind of a short chapter but hopefully this thrilling cliffhanger will keep you in suspense until the next chapter. Until then, please leave a comment!