Nathaniel had accepted his end the moment he’d been dragged away from the foxes and pulled into the car. As soon as the handcuffs tightened around his wrists, he knew it was over. --- There was no escaping any of this. His father had found him and he would finally finish what he had started eighteen years ago. He hadn’t expected for anyone to find him alive; hadn’t expected for Bucky to catch up with them... He had hoped that Bucky would protect the foxes rather than following or finding him, considering that NEIL’S foolishness had gotten them dragged in Nathaniel’s mess to begin with.
He was tired, eyes heavy, hands aching with the shallow cuts Lola had left all over him. The U-turn surprised him, slamming him against the door and window with the impact of the sudden turn, gaze immediately focused on Bucky; wide awake. “What are you doing?” They had to leave. --- They had to RUN! It was the only way ... But the butcher knew about the foxes. He would kill them one by one; skin them alive, to get to Nathaniel. “We need to go to Baltimore.” And in that moment, Nathaniel realized that Bucky, too, thought the same, taking them back to the direction Nathaniel’s abductor had been heading to.
@reprogrammcd (cont.)