From across the courtroom, he looked into the mans eyes and he felt something he hadn't felt once in his life. The hairs on his arms prickled and rose, the rasp in his breath steadied, slowed. Patrick's eyes dilated, they tried to remain focused on his enemies eyes but they would negate aiming directly into his pupils.
The man, a large, sweaty court-appointed defense attorney with the name Alexios Hondros. From what Patrick had learned, Lewis was only thirty years old, but he held himself as someone who was in his fifties or even older. His suit was pure black albeit a blood red tie. He stared back at Patrick, unloving and unaffected by the knowledge he had on the man known as Pigskin.
The loud thumping of Patrick's heart was all he could hear, except this time it hadn't motivated it. It wasn't fuel, it was smoke.
"Mister Hayden, or Patrick," he started his the prosecution, "I wouldn't want to mistake you for your father, now would I?" for maybe a moment within a second of time, Patrick swore he saw a smile break on Lewis' face. "No," he started again, "why your father was a homicidal maniac, killing hundreds of people in only three years, torturing both men and women, even kids, before ultimately taking their lives." Lewis walked around his table, slowly pacing towards Patrick. Their eyes remained locked, Patrick's hear rate rising and rising with each of Alexios' steps. "What a fitting name the press gave him though am I right?" He asked Patrick, now fully releasing his smile unto the court. It was a full white smile. His teeth were beautiful, unlike any other thing that made Lewis who he was. "What was the alias your father was given again Patrick?" He asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
Patrick hesitated. He grabbed his pockets, expecting to feel his knife. In the moment, Lewis managed to make Patrick forget about his months in jail.
"The Cerberus," he finally answered, "the news called him The Cerberus."
"Yes, the Cerberus." Lewis pondered for a moment on the response before continuing. "Now, I'm Greek myself and I do know of the story of the Cerberus." Lewis stepped back towards his table, picking up a photo from the top of his messy pile of sheets and folders, presenting it to the court.
"The Cerberus, or 'the hound of Hades', is a mythical creature of Greek culture that was bested by Hercules, so on and so forth. I, however, don't think that the news stations understand how well they hit the nail on the head with this title."
Lewis now turned to Patrick, presenting the photo now to him and him only.
"Patrick, describe the image you're looking at to the court."
Patrick hesitated again. His throat was completely dry and even the thought of speaking had hurt him, but he spoke anyway.
"It looks like a regular hound, almost like a pit bull mix. It has three heads and it's surrounded by fire."
Lewis smiled, turning to the judge.
"Three heads, that seems pretty strange for any animal to have, but no you're exactly right. Now, how many kids did your father have exactly? It was just you, wasn't it?"
Patrick tried to hear the question, but he was immediately distracted by something outside.
It couldn't have been, but Patrick thought he could see his brother somewhere in the crowd of the people passing by.
"Answer the question, mister Hayden."
Patrick snapped back into where he was. "Sorry, what did you say?" Lewis' smile widened, but Patrick could see the anger in his eyes. "How many siblings do you have Patrick?" He asked.
"Me," he started, thinking about Christopher, "just me and my brother."
Patrick stopped and thought about his brother. He thought about what had gotten him into this situation. He thought of Kyle, the bully when they were younger.
Run, little brother. Don't let them win.
He wanted to save his brother, but how could one monster save another?
He wanted his brother in his life again.
"His name is Christopher Hayden."
"Ah, yes," Alexios replied, his face becoming a sullen, plain visage; he looked at Patrick like a marksman knowing full well he had his target in position to be taken out, "now, you and your brother Christopher are close I'm assuming? What, with everything that's happened in your lives, your fathers secrets that lead to his death, your mothers untimely suicide. It was a suicide, wasn't it?" The lawyer laughed at the last part, almost if the word 'untimely' was the funniest thing he's heard in months.
Patrick's eyes dilated, now completely focusing on Alexios. He watched the lawyers muscles twitch, he noticed the sweat form on his forehead and slowly begin their descent.
His blood began to tremor throughout his body and his eyes began to dry from not blinking. For the first time since Patrick was first introduced to the monster inside of him, it never manifested itself outside of his head, not like Madison with Salem; but now as he sat across from Alexios Hondros, the prosecutor in charge of sending Patrick to jail forever, laughing over the death of his mother, he saw something he never thought he'd see.
He saw Pigskin.