Aftg react

Part63

Foxes react: chapter13 part2

Their hope hadn't lost long either but even as they saw what was happening in front of them and they could see that there really is nothing that could turn the table at Neil's but a miracle they could at least hope and wish for it.
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Nathan stomped toward him, done playing cat and mouse. Nathaniel tried getting to his feet, but a boot in his ribcage sent him sprawling. A fist to the face killed his next attempt and then Nathan was sitting on top of him with his cleaver to Nathaniel's throat.
DiMaccio came up behind them and offered Nathan's axe. Nathan put it to Nathaniel's neck next so he could carve shallow lines in Nathaniel's burned face with his cleaver. "Maybe we'll do both," he said, casual like he was debating the next day's weather. "Skin you an inch or two at a time and carve the flesh out from underneath. If we do it right, you might last all night. Patrick, have them toss us down the blowtorch. It should still be in the drawer by the oven."
"No," Nathaniel said, but DiMaccio went to the base of the stairs to call up.
"Lola," Nathan said, and Lola came immediately to his side. She wasn't smiling anymore. The look she turned on Nathaniel was venomous and she pressed careful fingers to her bruising neck.
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Nathaniel wanted to take some satisfaction in having wounded her, but all he felt was fear. Nathan didn't look up from his son's face but said, "Would you like the pleasure of crippling him?"
"No," Nathaniel said again, but Lola crouched out of sight. Nathaniel kicked his legs out to the other side away from her. The axe wasn't sharp enough to cut his throat open without serious effort, so he ignored the way the weight of it made him gag and struggled as best he could. Nathan tolerated it until Nathaniel actually grabbed him, and then he lay his cleaver across the bridge of Nathaniel's nose.
"If you do not sit the fuck still I will gouge your eyes out."
Nathaniel froze, but he was trembling so hard it was a wonder he didn't shake his father off. "Please," he whispered, unable to stop himself. "Please don't."
"Can I?" Lola asked, excited all over again.
"We'll slit your ankles, then your knees," Nathan told Nathaniel. "And if you try to crawl away I will take your arms from you too. Do you understand?"
DiMaccio was back. He set the blowtorch down at Nathan's side. Nathaniel wanted to scream, but if he screamed now he'd really lose it and he wouldn't be able to stop. His eyes burned, maybe from the blood, maybe from panic held at bay by desperation. He clung to what remained of his self-control with bloody fingertips, knowing it wouldn't do him any good but unable to let go.
"Please," he begged again. "Just let me go, just let me go, I'm not—"

They couldn't watch, this was too much, there were too many feelings mixed and they were terrified, tears were present and hearing Neil beg put the the room in a darker air, "pls tell me that everything goes well" said Nicky with a sniffle as he put his hands together in kind of a praying way as others thought the same.
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"Lola," Nathan said, but he didn't get to finish. The cellar door opened from the outside, and a swarm of strangers
came in shooting. Silencers helped muffle the sound somewhat, but in such a closed space Nathaniel still felt every pop like a bite against his skin. Lola was the closest to the door, and her body jerked as bullets tore countless holes through her. Nathan disappeared, hauled to questionable safety by DiMaccio.
Nathaniel tried to lie still, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but he looked to his father as more people poured into the room.
His father was completely shielded by DiMaccio's larger body, and he was yelling to his men for help. His guards rushed down the concrete stairs, but the unending burst of gunfire drowned out their footsteps.

It was surprising and shocking at the same time, the confusion didn't last long as Nicky shouted "yes, my prayers worked" and then cheers came from everyone, the sad tears from moments ago turned to happy in a blink of an eye, it distracted them long enough so that they forgot to question who actually saved Neil. They were cheering loudly till the screen continued.
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Someone grabbed Nathaniel and pulled him across the floor away from his father. Nathaniel lashed out instinctively, but his attacker didn't fight back. Nathaniel was dumped in a corner and subsequently abandoned.
Staying put seemed a good idea with so many bullets flying. Nathaniel curled his battered body up as tight as he could and shielded his head with his throbbing arms. It was an eternity before the house went still and silent. Nathaniel slowly lowered his arms and looked around.
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Nathan was kneeling in the middle of the room with four guns aimed at his head. He started to get to his feet, but someone knocked him back down with the butt of a rifle. Nathan responded with an unintelligible snarl. One of the men guarding the door whistled a signal down the tunnel, and footsteps echoed faintly in the corridor.
A man stepped into the room, and Nathaniel stopped breathing. He would know that face anywhere. Nine years had taken a severe toll on Stuart Hatford, but Nathaniel still saw his mother in Stuart's lined face.