Okay so this is the last chapter...enjoy

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With a whoosh and a whack there's a knife in your back
'cuz you got a fancy tie...
A million ways to die
It's a kick in the pants but you don't have a chance
of escaping a million ways to die.
A million ways to die
Alan Jackson, A Million Ways To Die
(From 'A Million Ways To Die In The West')

Everything went so quickly, Hannibal was too far away from the red-brown haired Beta to prevent him from warning whoever remained...but it seemed he didn't have to. Hannibal came to a sudden stop, shoes screaching like in a cartoon, when Gideon appeared being the last Beta, Abel kicked at the back of his kneecaps knocking the enemy Beta to the floor and slit his throat without hesitation.

"Thank you." Said Hannibal and Gideon nodded in acknowledgement.

Abel's plastic suit was covered in droplets of crimson blood, it was mainly concentrated on his knees and forearms, he looked like he had been crawling through it.

"Were you attacked?" Asked the doctor.

"Hmm?" He looked down at his suit. "Oh, no. I was doing some decorating." Hannibal raised an eyebrow at that but Gideon just pointed down the hallway Hannibal had referred to earlier and said. "Second right, yeah?"

Hannibal nodded and watched as Gideon vanished off down the hall. Though Abel Gideon was strong Hannibal had expected some kind of hesitation or fear from him, it seemed Hannibal was wrong. If it wasn't for his height and scent the doctor would have thought Gideon an Alpha just like himself. After a quick mental shake Hannibal doubled back to the north side of the building and off towards where Delaware's office had been, there was only one Beta as he made his way to the office who was dispatched quickly. He heard deep Alpha voices as he approached his objective and was glad that they were in the same place, Dolarhyde wasn't going to run into Gideon. Hannibal knew there was no way to taking the two Alpha's out quietly, he was going to have to fight, after another deep breath he pushed the hideous brown rotted door open. It creaked loudly and silenced the two Alphas who turned to find a blood coated Hannibal in the doorway. For a split second, that felt more like hours, everything was silent.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

"Who the fuck are you?!" Demanded Delaware, anger flashing in his dark eyes.

"Oh, how rude of me. I'm The Chesapeake Ripper. Your Beta's are all dead and the Omegas are gone."

If Hannibal didn't know any better he would have said he saw a flash of fear in Marcus' eyes.

"I don't have time for this. Dolarhyde, I think its time to introduce The Dragon."

"Gladly." The tall man with a cleft lip growled out.

Much to Hannibal's surprise Dolarhyde ripped open his shirt and pulled a hunting knife from his belt, there was a huge dragon tattoo of some kind on his back but Hannibal couldn't quiet see it properly. Well, that explains 'The Dragon' reference he thought. Hannibal stepped into the room properly just in time for Dolarhyde to launch at him, a fight ensued, limbs flying everywhere and grunts as each landed punches and kicks to the other. Neither were sure when Marcus started gathering the papers that coated his old office desk and backed out of the room, The Ripper and The Dragon were far too busy trying to kill each other to notice.

Gideon found the room Hannibal had referred to rather quickly, the door was locked but it was old and full of termites, one quick flash of force and it was off its hinges and flat on the floor. The Beta gasped when he saw what was inside, there were approximately twenty Omegas chained to the walls by large iron manacles all were unconscious and it was obvious he would need Hannibal to help him get them out the building, after slapping a few softly around the cheeks it became obvious they wouldn't wake for some time. Suddenly there was a loud slamming noise from the other side of the building and the Beta ran back to the oak staircase where he had last seen the doctor, as he reached it saw a tall man with salt and pepper hair charging down the north staircase and out the loading dock door with his arms full of papers. Abel's stomach dropped with sudden worry for Hannibal and so he raced through the building towards clear Alpha grunts and growls, they lead him to a brown rotted door. For a moment he was scared to open the door and so just stood there with his hand stretched out towards the handle, get a hold of yourself, he took a deep breath and pushed turned the rusted handle. Gideon was shocked at what he found on the other side. A shirtless man he presumed was Dolarhyde was flat-out on his back dead with Hannibal's scalpel embedded deeply in his throat. Hannibal was on his knees beside the dead Alpha panting desperately trying to get his breath back, when the doctor saw Abel he gave a small smile and pulled the scalpel free causing raspberry colored blood to spurt from the wound.

"I think Delaware got away."

Was all the beta could say, Hannibal didn't respond he just turned Dolarhyde over onto his stomach to get a better look at the tattoo that decorated his back.

"What is that?" Gideon asked pulling a confused exertion.

"I believe it is meant to be The Great Red Dragon."

"The what?"

" The Great Red Dragon paintings were watercolors by William Blake between 1805 and 1810. The Red Dragon is from the book of revelation; ' And behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth '." He quoted. "Revelation chapter twelve verses three and four."

"So he's a religious nut job?"

"No, he was incredibly strong. For a moment I thought he would kill me, I don't think its religion, more likely the dragons strength. Either way he's dead now."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"Well he wanted to be The Great Red Dragon."

Gideon watched as Hannibal stripped the dead Alpha and used the blood from Dolarhyde's neck wound to coat the man's body in blood sending his skin a bold red. The doctor made an incision in Dolarhyde's lower back and plunged his hand past the flesh to grip his spinal cord and pulled as hard as possible ripping the spine away from the dead Alpha's skull and down out through the flesh to form a tail. Hannibal was impressed by Gideon's lack of Beta reactions, he stood tall and watched in silence, emotions hidden away behind a mask similar to Hannibal's own. Soon Hannibal had Dolarhyde held up in the same position as the dragon in The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun . Gideon was stunned by how quickly Hannibal could work and yet had such fluid motions like he was creating art one brush stroke at a time.

"Shall we clear the bodies and then call the other Beta's to help with the unconscious Omegas?" Asked Gideon after Hannibal was finished presenting Dolarhyde in the window. The sun would slowly rise and bath the dragon in light compleating the painting and Hannibal's hard work.

"Yes I think we shall, lets get some select cuts first, Abigail would be disappointed in me if we let them go to waste. And I'm rather curious what you meant by decorating earlier."

"Hannibal?" The doctor looked up. "What do we do about Delaware?"

"We wait. Marcus Delaware is like a weed, he will come back. We sacred him and he's run off somewhere to lick his wounds but he will be back. It's just going to take a little longer than I hoped."

"And the Alphas coming for the auction?"

Oh Hannibal had a plan for them, of course he wouldn't just leave them to continue their lives and torture other Omegas, no Hannibal had a plan.

"You greet them at the door and let them in, then I'll kill them."

"I like your plans. They're always so simple, it's why no one ever sees them coming."

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Marcus slammed the motel door shut filling his lungs with much needed air, the room was dull and painted in a color that was neither navy nor green and was littered with Indian take out trays.

"Marcus? What are you doing here? I was just about to come check on your Omegas before the auction."

Said Doctor Cordell Doemling who had pretty much jumped across the room the moment Marcus had entered. Marcus couldn't sell damaged or sick Omegas and so Cordell made sure the Omegas were in reasonably good shape before sale, he had also known Marcus since they were ten. Delaware didn't have friends but if he did, Cordell would be it.

"There's no auction. It seems that we've pissed of The Chesapeake Ripper. I think Dolarhyde is dead."

"What?"

"We're going to Chicago for a while, wait for things to calm down."

"Running away! No."

"Do as your told Cornell!" Marcus yelled. "We have no Omegas to sell. We don't know who the fuck that guy really was or if he has people working with him."

"He's probably not even the real Chesapeake Ripper."

"Do you want to take that chance? You know what The Chesapeake Ripper does right? He takes organs, now what do you think that's for? Because I think if we go back there we'll end up on a plate served with a nice bottle of Merlot!"Marcus' voice grew louder as he ranted at Cordell, he took a breath and slid down into the disheveled bed. "We're leaving, do as you're told, Cordell."

"Yes boss."

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That was the end of part 2 and I've already started on part 3 and there's a new killer in Hannibal's territory.
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