Nightshade

Nathan - picking up the pieces

Nathan paced in the room, fuming. Luka had eluded his grasp, and largely thanks to his so called friend. "Nathan..." Raguel began, and Nathan snapped at him "I don't wanna hear it. Not in the mood pal." Raguel chewed his cheek irritably. "Whether you want to hear it or not, you need to hear it! You fucking lost it nate! You attacked me, you got careless! I tried to indulge you, and it nearly got you killed, for real!" Nathan eyed Raguel and let out a chuckle. "The worst part is, I know you're right. Something about him... changes me. Makes me feel like I never have before." Raguel interrupted his reverie. "We don't have time for this. They're onto the house, onto the cars. We need to get the fuck out of dodge. You're healed enough, I got you new clothes, let's go. " Nathan chuckled more. Fuck. He'd never felt this. True, and complete defeat. He still didn't know why they didn't kill him. They had the chance. They had a reason. But hey, it worked to his benefit. "Rag?" "Yeah?" "Let's get moving. Training. Eating." Raguel smiled "sure thing love. " They got into Nathan's truck, and headed to town. Raguel and Nathan pulled out everything they had in savings, and bought a new car, a nice audi, and then... they got the fuck out of dodge.