Skye Life: Knock Knock Part 2

Serena squeaked, and tried to shove Vas towards the bedroom to hide.

Vas, completely confused, tried to protest as Serena corralled him to the bedroom.

“Is he? I don't recall your name.” Mathias said shifting his stance.

“Nate,” The man replied, not budging. “Vas is my brother. I’m here to bring him home.”

Mathias snorted. “Okay, Just Nate, if I did know a Vas and I’m not saying I do … am I just supposed to believe some half-shined Jag boot wannabee knocking at my door?”

Nate shoved the door, hard enough to push Mathias back. He’d had enough of this asshole. “Where is he?”

“You can’t just bust in here,” Cyd snapped, taking a can from the bag of groceries she’d just brought home.

“What hell is wrong with you? Get the hell out!” Mathias shouted as he stumbled back, grabbing the bat.

Vas heard the commotion from the bedroom with Serena. “Who is he?” Vas whispered. He knew she had been tight lipp about there shared past but he figured since it literally just busted in the house not would be a good time to spill a little info.

“A hellhound, she whispered. “An’ he’s gonna kill me.”

Nate glanced at Mathias, then at the the bedroom door, walking into the apartment with authority.

Vas swallowed hard, opening the tiny closet in the bedroom. “Get in quick.”

Mathis snarled and swung. He had wacked people for less and this guy just crossed the line to busting in like he owned the place.

Nate held up a hand, blocking the swing by catching the end of the bat in his out stretched hand, giving it, then Mathias, a disgusted look. “Glitter?” He snarked, seeing the sparkly bedazzled Louisville slugger that Serena had spent countless hours prettifying. He dropped the end of the bat, and grabbed Mathias’ arm, wrenching it towards him and then up behind Mathias’ back, essentially spinning him on his heel. In seconds, he had Mathias’ face pushed up against the still open door frame.

Cyd launched the can she was carrying, hitting the man squarely in the temple. He grunted, but didn’t release Mathais. Bitch broke his glasses. He winced, but didn’t let go of his grip. It’d take more than a can of fucking beans to down a hellhound. He turned to her, and like Vas, his sclera were completely black. Cyd dug in the bag for something else to throw.

The wind was knocked out of Mathias as the Just Nate spun him like a fucking prom date before pining him to the door frame like a naughty toddler. “Son of a bitch you have no idea the how fucked you are.” Granted he was half bravado and half he was going to use the pain and wood on the door to go on the offensive, that is if Cyd didn't start throwing sharp or large objects at the guys head.

“Stay quiet. Not a sound okay?” Vas said in a whisper to Serena as he helped stuff her in the small space available inside. “No matter what happens kay?”

“No, he’s gonna take you he’s gonna take you!” Serena whispered through silent choking sobs, trying to hold onto him as he tried to get her to stay. “Don’t leave me again, please!” she begged.

Cyd ran to the kitchen, and pulled open one of the drawers.

Nate applied more pressure, dragging Mathias’ hand up higher on his back to force the man up to his toes. With his free arm, he drew his side arm to defend himself, aiming towards Cyd, should the kitchen bitch pull a weapon. “My brother,” he repeated.

Mathias yelled through gritty teeth. The sidearm giving him pause from doing anything that might get him shot. “Cyd! Gun!”

There was no time for comfort, he could hear things just escalating out there.”It’ll be okay. Stay. Quiet. Don't move.” He said closing the closet door, blocking it shut with the bed. He had no plan and no idea who the guy out there was or what he was capable of but he wasn't going to let his found family burn. Vas cracked the door open peeking out.

Cyd raised one hand slowly, the other still behind the counter. Nate’s eyes flicked to the side as the bedroom door slightly creaked, and she she took her shot. Her eyes locked onto her target and with supernatural precision, she threw the butterknife she’d been holding. As it sailed, she dropped behind the island counter, just as Nate fired. The knife hit its mark, lodging in the man’s right eye.

Mathias gritted his teeth squirming and trying to lash out with an elbow to break this guy's iron grip.

Nate shoved Mathias with enough force to break the plaster on the wall, letting go to pull the butterknife from his eye. He could already feel the nanonmites scurrying to the wound, like hundreds of tiny insects, an unbearable itch to match the searing pain.

Vas’s breath caught because he knew what was going to happen next because he knew what he would do. Shoot the shit out everyone twice over. He rushed out trying to get between the gun and Cyd. “Let ‘em go!”

Covering his wounded eye, Nate squinted before answering. “Vas?” He said with uncertainty. He was sure he’d find him tied up, wounded, something. He held his sidearm, shifting from it being trained on Mathias, and back to Cyd taking a few steps back for a better vantage point. “What the fuck man?” he blurted.

“Stop waving your goddamn iron around like that, you're the asshole who barged in here! You're lucky all you got is a butter knife to the eye … Who the hell are you and what the fuck do you want!?” Vas snapped. Though he was insanely impressed with the shot!

Mathias, covered in plaster and drywall, blinked back the dizziness. Guy made him feel like a damned ragdoll with the way he so easily was tossed to the side into the wall.

Nate would have shot him a look, if he wasn’t keeping his remaining eye on the two threats. “Stop dicking around, vacation is over, Top brass are pissed as fuck about you. We’ll figure out what you’ll tell them on the ride back. Get your shit and let’s go.” What the fuck game was he playing?

“You definitely have the wrong guy and the wrong house. Take your stupid one-eye ass out before I do.” Vas warned crowding him like some some street thug. He eyes flicked to the man's gun as doubt made his stomach knot, he had to assure himself it was a coincidence. Thats all.

“Hard way it is. I don’t know what your problem is, but you have three seconds to get your ass out to the SUV or I put bullet holes in everyone in this fucking apartment, and I guarantee you, only one of you will still be breathing.” Nate warned through gritted teeth. “One.”

Vas lashed out at Nate’s gun hand and twisted, stepping into and arm bar to throw him into the wall. “Run!” He snaredl at Cyd and Mathias.