Poor Old Nathaniel

Prologue

Wesley's pov

"Are you sure they won't be too much to handle?" I ask Nelson as he stands in front of the three toddlers who are playing and wrestling. "Yes, Wesley, they'll be fine. Enjoy your night with Deb." He winks and closes the door. "Alright then." I shrug and get into the Mountaineer.

Nelson pov

"Alright, kids! Let's get you all locked up, huh, boys?" I pick up Ben and he begins to whine, being taken away from his friends. "Oh shut up!" I yell, jabbing a sedative into his neck and he quickly falls asleep.

Once Ben is chained to a post in a room, I walk back out to find Scott trying to unlock a door, but him being a three year old is too short. "It's ok Scotty, you'll be able to go home real soon." I smirk, grabbing the boy and bringing him to the kitchen where I tie him to the oven handle.

"Don't go near her!" He screams as he sees me walk over to the sleeping Y/n on my couch. "Oh you won't see a thing." I smirk and bring her down to the basement where there's a glass cage. I throw her in there and lock the door.

"Stop! Let me out! Where are the boys?" She screams at me. "They're all safe with me." I growl and leave. "No! Don't leave me here!" She continues to scream.

Y/n pov

"Nelson!" I scream until my throat is raw. I bang my fists until their bruised. I kick the glass until my toenail breaks. Then, I give up. I need to know the boys are safe.

Lockpicking: an immensely useful skill if you ever appear to be trapped somewhere you don't want to be or seems dangerous. One of the various skills Papa taught me. Will I ever see him again? Now is not the time.

Looking over my shoulder, I see some scraps of metal. They seem to be parts of an injection gun. Autumn Hill taught the boys and I about that experiment. It's horrifying.

Does she really care about the company or just Nelson? I don't know, Horatio. Maybe not. Maybe so. A phrase mama used to always say to me when I asked about a project for Syntec. I knew she was trying to cover it up. Never mind that.

The pointy needle for the injection part of the gun is perfect for picking this type of lock. "Come on, come on." I mutter as I try to pick the lock. Finally, I get it open and bolt up the stairs to find Nelson injecting serum into Ben's neck.

He screams in pain and fear and try as he might to get out of Nelson's grasp, he's too weak. I look over to find that Scott is free of his restraints and is looking for a way to get Ben back. He sprints up to me and points to Ben as if he's asking, "What do we do?" I give him a sad smile and tell him to trust me as I yell to try to distract Nelson. It definitely worked.