A/N: A little late but here it is. Also,  do hope I did it justice.

Rhys isn't sure he can pull this off.

Out of the many kidnapping cases that occur throughout the years, how many of them escape their captor. Rhys' best guess is less than fifty percent. All Rhys can hope for is to join the list of those on the  outside and not the long list of those who died trying to get there. It all needed to go according to plan.

First on the list, incapacitating his captor. That would be the most difficult part of the plan. Luckily for Rhys, his captor just bought a whole lot of heroin. 

They pulled up in an abandoned parking lot on the outskirts of the city. Oscar dragged himself out of the driver's seat and stomped his way to the small family on the futon. His normal sick smile was shaky like his hands. 

'Withdrawals', Rhys thought with little care. 'He's just making this so much easier.'.

Hearing the bigger male drop down on his futon, Rhys quickly looked at Eli. Eli nods, knowing the drill, and picks up Lee - taking her to the bathroom. 

"Rhys! Get my needles!" Oscar orders as he unwraps his latest fix. 

Rhys made no fuss as he walked over to the cupboard retrieving the requested items. Out of the corner of his eye he could see him with his lighter and spoon, cooking up enough for two. 

'Greedy as always Oscar.', Rhys sighs internally and rests the needles to his side.

Oscar wastes no time putting half into the syringe and injecting foul liquid bronze into his bloodstream. This has been one hailed for his prowess as this country's officer only  to fall down a hole of sin and exiled to become this country's undesirable. 

How pitiful.

It doesn't take long for Oscar to pass out. It never does.  But he knows his window of opportunity is small and Rhys needs to act fast for this thing to work. Grabbing the rest of the heroin, Rhys grabbed a saucepan from the cupboard and began cooking the rest of his stock. 

Morality has a funny way of playing with one's head. It creeps up to you when you least expect. Rhys knows he hasn't got the time or life wasted on the morality of what he is doing. But between filling those needles and preparing to stick them all into his veins is when that tiny annoying driven consciousness puts in his two cents.

"If you kill him you are no worse than he is!"

"Is that what you want to be? A murder!"

"Killing a man for your own gain! Your father would be proud!"

"Go on Rhys….drive them all in! Become a man. Become a Hanover to the bone!"

Rhys squeezes his eyes closed. The voices in his head continue to get louder with each passing second. The good, the bad and all muddled in between. 

What separates a man from his actions? 

Oscar isn't a good man if Rhys was to ask anyone. He abused , took advantage of , manipulated and lied to so many people. He hurt Rhys. Took away his home and his security! Worst of all, he hurt his kids. He deserves to die.

"But what about you, Rhys? Look what you've done."

The pesky voice in his head supplies. What has Rhys done? 

"You left your girlfriend down when she needed you the most."

Rhys shook his head. 'No! I did not. She wouldn't let me help. I didn't know how to!'

"Or, maybe you didn't want to?"

A tear escapes his tightly squeezed eyes. 

"Let's not forget dear old Louis Wilson. Ty's best friend. Locked and jailed because of you. Let's face it Rhys. We are not a good person."

'Your liar!' Rhys screams in his head.

"I speak only the truth! You're a filthy worthless boy whose father sold the only thing of value on your pathetic ass. And you could even do that right. "

'Stop it….'

"Louis, Ming Lee and now….Malik. You were not good enough for him. Never will. Now you are going to kill this man? For a chance to ruin that man's life further. "

'I said stop it..'

"You don't have the guts to do anything Rhys Hanover! You are nothing but the shell of a pathetic boy longing for love that he does not deserve."

"I said stop it!" Rhys screamed. 

Oscar lit up like a lamp. 

"What the fuck you think you are doing!"he snarled, throwing Rhys to the floor. He sprang to his feet unsteady before making his way towards the sprawled figure of Rhys. 

Rhys casts his eyes to the fallen needles to the side of him. He reached to grab them only to hoist up by his neck. A blaring pain rang in his ears as his head was bashed against the hard cupboard. A hand reels back and smacks full force at him. Rhys managed to kick him in his stomach , knocking off his aim. 

Furious, Oscar grips the younger males jaw and slams the side of his face onto the table top. Rhys groans and sinks his teeth into the disgusting flesh below. Oscar howls back in pain, dropping Rhys to the floor.

"You little shit!", Oscar shouts.

Rhys crawled his way on the ground towards the needles again. Oscar grabs Rhys by his ankles and pulls him back towards him. Rhys is slammed against the wall making the whole RV shake.  A vice grip wrapped around the red head's neck.

"You think you can escape me Rhys! Don't you see. I am stronger than you. You are nothing to me. I am better than you would ever have! I am better!!"

Rhys gaps wide eyed. The air in his system quickly leaves his body. In one last effort he grabs a pen from the small table and jabs it into Oscar's left eye.

Oscar drops Rhys in a pained rage. His pained screams filled the small RV. Rhys stumbled his way back to the needles. 

Oscar, possessed by his blinding rage, pounced onto Rhys. Rhys struggled against the wild man's grip. Turning and tossing around. Oscar holds him at a death grip ready to snap the red head's neck  in return for his eye.

"Any last words bitch!" Oscar snarls.

Rhys pants and looked Oscar dead in the eye. "You are quite unaware of your suspect for a cop."

Before Oscar could react, Rhys stuck six  needles into Oscar's arm. Oscar stares in shock as the drug quickly takes its effect. Jagged breaths and clinging to his chest was the image of Oscar as he crawled himself away. Rhys didn't move until the fowl man's body collapsed into an unmoving heap on the ground. The smell of vomit and other fluids soaking the carpet.

Rhys quickly moved to the bathroom where his kids were. To his heart's desire, there his kids sat. Eli, holding Ming Lee close all while covering his ears from all the noise. Lee looked teary eyed at her father. 

Eli raised a hand and gently touched Rhys' swelling face. Rhys hisses to the touch which causes his hand to retract quickly. 

"Daddy…is it over now?", Eli asks softly, peeking back at the unmoving body behind his father.

Rhys nods his head and takes both his kids, his cubs, in his arms. "It's all over my cubs. We are free now.", he whispers, kissing the top of both their heads. In the back of his head the terrorizing voice remains silent. His voice reigns true.

"I am nothing like my father."

A/N: Penny for you all's thoughts on this chapter?