Page 77 of Repossess My Heart

“If he goes anywhere near her, kill him.” I order the drone, glaring at the machine as it halts hovering by her… not displaying its guns when I give the command. Seems I have more than a little killing to do before I die. My wet boots squelch against the hardwood floor as I track down the hall. The wetness of my socks making me feel more homicidal with each step.

I don’t bother opening the door quietly, my boot connects with it, sending it flying open. The bottom disconnecting from the hinges with a screech. When my eyes meet the ones inside, I stop. He’s bound, his pale white hair cut short around his head looking nothing at all like the strong, distinguished man that’d stop by my mom’s now and then. He’d give me a nod, bring a toy and some money, then fuck off again. The scared, dirty man bound to a chair screamsprey, not predator.

My hand doesn’t slow until it hits the handle of the knife, and he stares just as dispassionately at me as he always had her.

“Before you go and kill him, might want to force him to hand over everything he knows… ya know maybe save you guys?” Six says at my back, still mad at me for trying to rip his jaw off.

“Where the fuck did you find him?”

“It’s a rather long story.”

“Six…” I warn, twisting the blade in my hands. It's dull, nothing like my tools, but it’ll do nicely.

“See, when you guys have been spending the past year fucking each other’s brains out, I’ve been busting my ass in this fuck's old lab-“

“And the cure is far from being completed. We’ve done a lot of fucking, but I’ve been far from stationary.” I point my blade at my Father, “I’ve searched for this fuck everywhere.”

“Well, he wasn’t far. I think he’s been watching.”

“I would’ve seen it.”

“You haven’t been on your game in a while,Nathan. Apparently, he was hidden well. The only reason I picked him up at all is because the fuck tried to pull you guys out of the tide. He can bridge the gap; I was closer than I let on to reverse engineering it. So close, I didn’t want to give her false hope…” he takes a deep breath as I glance over my shoulder. He groans, running his hands down his face, “I didn’t know you two were going to be dramatic as fuck and Romeo and Juliet yourselves.”

“Who are they?” The small voice comes from behind him and my heart wrenches for it. Six steps back letting me see my soaked sweetling. She’s weak, wobbling before the drone steadies her again.

Six looks down shrugging, “Some stupid fucks from a story in the old world. I’ll tell it to you some day.”

She just shakes her head, her umber eyes sad as fucking shit.

“Come here, baby.”

She does, the drone helping her every step of the way until I reach for her, tucking her shaking form under my arm. When Six disappears, coming back with a blanket, I shoot him a quick nod. I hold her tighter than I probably should, but she doesn’t complain. My sweetling can take every part of both parts of me.

Nathan and Nine.

When I drag my attention away from her, it’s to find my father watching her intently it takes me a second before I realize he’s scanning her. The blade leaves me in a second, with less than a flick on my wrist, making him cry out as it embeds just above his knee. When I reach out for another--force of habit,I’m half surprised when the drone hands me one. The weight is heavier than I liked mine, the handle obsidian black.

Michael’s blades…

“Don’t fucking scan her.”

“You expect me to save her, yes? That’s part of it.” He grits out, speaking for the first time as his dark eyes level me.

“I expect you to give over everything you know and then die like a good little twat.”

“Son-“

“No!” I snap, red filtering into my vision again before her small hands tighten on me, bringing me back, “You will give over everything and she will live because there is nothing… no level too low, no act too vile or depraved…” I pause taking a deep breath to steady myself, “ There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I would never cast her into the fucking dark!”

“Nathan, I-“

“You don’t get to speak.” I breathe out, trying to calm the torrent of rage I hadn’t expected to feel.

“Drone, do you have Michael’s memories?”

“Yes.” It answers in its monotone voice, one deeper than my drone.

“Did he back up ones before you paired?”

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