Open Your Wings, Evil Angel [Closed:Final Chapter]

[Lala & Reese Degreas]

This thread takes place immediately following the SHOWDOWN, and relays the events of the rest of that day.

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By the time they reached the back door to Maxwell’s new dwelling, their legs felt as if they were pumping acid through their veins, not blood. Their wrist throbbed, shattered by the impervious man at the compound. Reese grinded her teeth against the pain, reminding herself that if they didn’t get Jesse to the healer soon, he could die.

He could die.

Cradling her wrist against her blood soaked shirt, Reese pounded on one of the back windows of Max’s home. Her fist left a bloody smear from where she'd helped her sister move Jesse along. There was no chance they could go to the door. The home was secluded, but the trees provided the best cover. If worse came to worse, they could duck under the cover of the foliage again. It was likely the only thing that had gotten them this far unnoticed. The sun was sinking blood red into the horizon as the day grew older.

Reese rapped on the window again. Time was running out.

The young boy in Lala's arms felt impossibly heavy, and his body was ice cold, yet sticky with hot, coppery blood and sweat. Shock had clearly set in, to no surprise of the Twins. Never had the Twins been so afraid to lose someone. Gabe's death had been so sudden, such a surprise; they'd felt he was invincible. But Jesse? Jesse was young, fragile...and as much as he would never admit it, he needed to be protected.

And they had failed at that.

Loosing him was no option.

[Nathanael Lee]

The hum of the evening news did nothing to quell Nathan's nerves as he sat, fidgeting, in his living room. It wasn't all that out of the ordinary for him to spend his evenings like this. The quiet life was a little unsettling, and some part of him missed having dogs running around, operatives to repair, and wars to wage. He had known that he hadn't come to terms with the fact that chapter of his life had closed, but there was something peculiar about that day that had him on edge, more so than usual.

Nate gave his kitchen a weird look when he heard the first knock. After chalking it up to natural phenomenon, he sighed and went back to watching the news, but the consequent knocks had him out of his recliner and investigating the source of the noise. He never expected any of the operatives to seek him out, let alone show up in his backyard. Imagine his excitement when he saw his favorite gestalt twin waiting at his kitchen window.

Not.

"Ah, hell," was the first thing he muttered as soon as he recognized the woman rapping on the pane. His outlook didn't get any brighter when he saw what her twin was carrying with them. He could infer from their condition that they weren't just stopping by for tea and cookies, and to say he was less than thrilled would be an understatement. Putting on his angry face, the former doctor reluctantly approached the window. It was his own fault for staying nearby, he supposed, but that didn't keep him from being annoyed by their appearance. They had made it clear when he left that all connections were going to be closed off, and as far as he was concerned, that was a two way street.

Nate eyed the blood on his window before opening it a crack, enough so he could talk to Reese but not enough for the trio to slither their way in. "You look like crap," he stated bluntly. "I hope you have a good reason for dragging your sorry asses over here, because I don't fancy being arrested." Evidently, Jesse's imminent death didn't count as a good reason.

[Lala & Reese Degreas]

A crack in the window was plenty. Plenty enough for Nate to see the gun exposed clearly in Reese’s hand. No hesitation. No blinking. No other thought than for Jesse. “Save him or meet his fate.” Reese instructed. “Take him, and you’ll never see or hear from us again.” Angry face aside, the women were obviously serious.

“We won’t even step inside.” Lala continued, her voice subdued as she held Jesse closer to her chest. “Please, Maxwell.” She pleaded, Reese’s eyes meeting his in what was likely the only earnest look they’d ever shared, in what was likely the only earnest moment Reese had ever had in the man’s proximity: a true showing of pure weakness.

“He doesn’t deserve this, and you know it.[/i]” They added softly, crouching a bit to the crack in the window. “Open the door Maxwell, Please. Save him.[/i]” There was a soft paused as Reese swallowed back tears. “Please.”



[OoC:: @.@ Shorrrrrrrrt. Sorry.]

[Nathanael Lee]

Indeed, as soon as he spotted the gun in the woman's hand, Nate became a lot more nervous and a lot more serious. He wasn't afraid to die, per say. If that were the case, he never would have joined a dangerous organization like MSAD in the first place. But he knew the twins weren't above killing him, and he did have a strong sense of self preservation. Pointing a gun at him was an effect way to get him to shut up and listen.

While this was true, he wasn't fond of the idea of them leaving the boy with him either. Which, as he took it, was precisely what Reese was telling him they were going to do, and the cause of his continued reluctance as well. There was also the fact that stitching Jesse up--assuming he was still alive--would be difficult, but not entirely impossible.

He looked over at Lala as she pleaded too him, his face softening for a split second. "It's Nathanael now. Or Nathan," he corrected her. Not that it mattered, because if he had any kind of luck that day, they would never see each other again.

Then, with an exasperated sigh that held some hint of a scoff, he muttered, "I'm not a hospital...but I'll see what I can do." Although Nate wasn't sure that the twins realized it, he knew that he wasn't able to resist saving the boy. That part of being a doctor stuck with him, even now. After quickly shutting the window, he walked over to the backdoor in the dining room, flicked the lock, and slid it open. "Quickly, before someone sees you."

[Lala & Reese Degreas]

The Twins only met his correction to his name with silence. He’d changed his name? That was…confusing. The thought of cutting ties with their life with Gabriel was simply absurd for the two women to even think about, and by changing his name, they assumed that was exactly what Maxwell --- no, Nathan--- was doing. All the same, they didn’t see much point in committing it to memory. There was work to be done, and Jesse could not be a part of it; it just wasn’t safe.

“You’re a doctor. His doctor.[/i]” The women pointed out, quickly edging inside the house. They didn’t even bother to mention his powers. They’d never needed them themselves, being that they rarely sustained injury and could usually patch themselves up. Gabriel had trusted him, that meant he was good. Additionally, it meant he was quiet. If Gabriel had trusted Nathan, the women didn’t see any point in concealing their soon-to-be whereabouts.

As Lala moved to place Jesse’s limp and now pale form wherever Max indicated, Reese peered out the window to be sure they weren’t followed. “We will be gone soon. Final business. Then a plane to Cuba.” Reese quipped, looking to Nate with what was the most tired expression she’d ever held. “Your new life is safe.” Having set the teen down, Lala stroked his hair across his forehead and sniffed, biting her lip to keep from crying again. Even Reese’s hard eyes were still glinting with tears. They couldn’t leave just yet; they needed to see Nathan set to work.

[Nathanael Lee]

Nathan snorted at the gestalt's response. Although it was true that he had taken care of the injured operatives and acted as their physician, he was never able to complete any of Jesse's paperwork due to the boy's reluctance to come in for a check-up. The file--which he didn't have anyway, because he never thought he'd need any medical records other than his own when he left the compound--only consisted of the information he gathered during a few incidences. Maybe Nate had been his doctor, but that didn't mean he knew anything significant about the kid's health.

"I'm a doctor with limited tools and resources," he reminded them. "This won't be easy, no matter the outcome." He led Lala into the living room, gesturing to the couch as he closed the curtains. "Set him down in here for now. I'll try to patch him up, and then, if he doesn't die, he can be taken up stairs into the guest bedroom." The healer disappeared up the stairs and came back a minute later with some medical supplies in hand.

Kneeling next to the couch, Nathan wasted no time in cutting through Jesse's clothes and examining the wound. The doctor frowned as placed his hands on the boy's abdomen and examined the internal damage using his power. As to be expected, he had suffered extensive blood loss. "The damage," he told the twins, "Doesn't seem to be too severe. I can remove any fragments and heal his organs tonight." Nate glanced at both women before opening his medical box and pulling out some tools. He continued speaking as he began to work. "My major concern is that he'll die from blood loss, because I can't give him a transfusion. Hell, I wouldn't even know his blood type if it weren't for my ability. Don't be surprised if he doesn't make it." With that, he shut up and turned his focus to his patient.

[Lala & Reese Degreas]

Lala and Reese moved easily out of the way, and as Nathan became more preoccupied with the work to be done, they inched closer to the door. The closer Reese’s fingers came to the doorknob, the harder it seemed to leave. She swallowed a tight spot and turned the knob. “He won’t die.” Reese demanded, cracking the door only slightly. “I trust you now.”

Only because there was no other alternative, but trust all the same. With a last look to the blonde teen, the gestalt pair was gone. There was business to attend to. Business that would not only continue to protect Jesse, but would fill Gabriel’s last will and continue his legacy. The Twins had some final orders to follow.