63 Just Like Their Fathers : Part 3

"Al!"

Cain staggered his way out of the bed he was on, running into his bleeding and chained-up best friend.

"What-" He choked, trembling hands trying to free Alfred from the chains. "What happened to you?"

Alfred looked up at his best friend and smiled through his bleeding lips. "No big deal, just a few bruises here and there." The red-haired teen winced when Cain tugged one of the chains that bruised his wrist. "It hurts like hell, though, not going to lie." He tried to joke to calm the panicked Vergessene teen.

Cain widened his blue eyes when he inspected his best friend's bruises. The teen quickly snapped his head toward his father angrily. Ocean eyes spit with fire like a burning end of a cigarette.

"What did you do to him." The teen spat, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

The father's warm eyes turned cold when he met Cain's burning ones. His veil swirled around alongside his green robe. "We want you to kill him, of course." He easily stated, as if it was an obvious answer.