[OPEN] You're lucky if your memory remains.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt wandered back a few minutes later, shaking his head. He let the rope go, watching the dog sniff the truck tires as he unlocked it, urging her inside. "No luck?" He questioned, running his fingers through his hair. "I got nothing."

[deacon reid rudman]

"Marc said that one of the neighbors saw that weird kid dragging him out of his house. I wanna know what this kid's deal is with Nevada." He said, climbing into the seat. He tapped his fingers on the door, chewing on his lip. "You think he'd hide him in any of the abandoned buildings? I mean, isn't that kind of obvious? My guess is, this kid is a hell hound. He's not like the rest of these demons. He's here for something. And I think that something is Nevada."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt nodded slowly. "How about we try that old theater? And if not, there's that unused bowling alley up the road."

He pulled out quietly, driving up the next few blocks and parking outside. Pitch growled as he let her out, not bothering with the rope this time. He glanced around, stepping closer in silence.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon followed quietly, his hands in his pockets. But he was naturally silent. He could walk on bubble wrap and not make a sound. He pulled open one of the doors, making sure it didn't creak. He waited for the boy to walk inside, then followed him in. He listened for a moment, heard rustling in the back. He walked slowly to the door leading to the back hall, grabbing a broomstick on his way down. He peered around the open doors, then stopped and walked back.

"Fucker." Deacon said, shoving the door open. Nixon raised a gun and got off two rounds in Deacon's shoulder, and one through his chest. Deacon just walked over to him and smacked him upside the head, knocking him over. But Nevada wasn't in the room.

"YOU SAID I COULD HAVE HIM!" Nixon screamed, and Deacon shoved him down, sitting on his back. He yanked his arms back, pulling him up to his feet.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you faggot." He said, yanking him to the door.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt winced at the shots, watching Pitch bolt clear across to the stage and out of sight before barking frantically. Deacon seemed to have the other guy under control, so he followed Pitch, climbing the steps to the stage and ducking past the old dusty curtain and backstage to see if Pitch had found him, or something else.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon held onto him until he passed out from it, and left the boy laying there. He kicked the gun away before he followed over to where Tybalt and the dog was. He had seen sick before, but this took the cake. Nevada had his hands bound above his head, his mouth taped shut. He had a deep gash running down his chest, stopping at his unbuttoned and nearly off jeans.

"You have to untie him.. I can't.." Deacon said, calling first for an ambulance, then for Zander, Marc, and Jayson, his hands shaking so bad he could barely use his phone.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt crouched, unbinding his wrists as Pitch nudged Deacon, whining.
He pulled Nevada's jeans back up and lifted him carefully to lie him down in a better position where he wasn't losing so much blood. There was a constant laughter in his head. "Shut the fuck up," He muttered under his breath. "Hilarious, fucking your kid over.." He brushed Nevada's hair back, checking his pulse before pulling his shirt from his own defined chest and pressing it down on the deep gash. He knew it wouldn't stop the bleeding, but it would keep him alive long enough for the ambulence to get there.

The door slammed open and Tybalt glanced up, Jayson limping towards them. Connor was there, trying to get him to take his crutches. But Jayce only collapsed next to Nevada with a shaky breath, hands trembling as he touched his face. Connor was helping Deacon to sit down, since he seemed to be the only one who could touch him without getting dizzy or dying.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked over at Connor, obviously relieved to see him. But he still didn't want him to see him like this. Or Nevada, as the case may be. He saw Marc and Zander at the door, and assumed Thatcher was at home with Bandit.

Nixon stirred, trying to get to his feet. Marc grabbed the broom stick and started beating him as hard as he could. "You. Sorry. Fucking. Son. Of. A. BITCH!" He spat, hitting him until the broomstick finally snapped. He gave him a kick in the stomach, and Deacon only shook his head.

"Temper." He said, and Marc shrugged.

"He's a dumbass. He deserves it." He said. He looked up as the paramedics came in, working their way to Nevada.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt sat back, rubbing Jayson's back gently, the boy crying in grief and gagging in disgust at the same time. He gently pried him away so they could work, called Pitch over.

Connor was working his jaw, eyes pained at the sight of Deacon such a mess. But he knew it wouldn't kill him at least, hugged him close as he watched Marc without a word. "Kill the f-fucker," He muttered, only now realizing this was Zoey's ex.

[deacon reid rudman]

"He's like a fucking roach. He isn't gonna die." Marc muttered. poking him with the sharp end of the stick. Nixon glared at him, but something about him made Deacon uneasy, like he had another trick up his sleeve. If Nevada was alive, he wasn't done with him. And he apparently wasn't done with Marc, either. Deacon wrapped his arms tightly around Connor, running his fingers through his hair.

"You've just fucked over a lot of people. Hope you like knowing everything that goes downhill is your fault." Nixon told Marc.

"Hope you like not being able to feel from the neck down, bastard." Marc retorted.

"I'll get feeling back." Nixon said and smirked, watching them take Nevada away. "Afterall, the police have questions for me, don't they?"

"I have bail money." Marc said, and kicked him again.

"Enough for three people?" He asked, and Marc knew he was talking about Britt and Zoey.