[OPEN] Like father like son.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey swallowed, shaking as she coward in the corner of the couch, felt helpless.

But suddenly wings were bursting from Tony's back and he was pushing Nixon back, grabbing for the knife.

Ziey grunted, hauling Britton's limp body onto the couch with her, shakig him, trying to get him to wake as she worked on the knots, mentally begging that the two upstairs stay quiet.

[nixon dimitri allen]

Nixon stabbed the knife as far into the wall behind him as he could before he grabbed Tony by the neck, shoving him out of the way before he ran up the stairs, hearing Britt groan. He slammed his fist on the walls as he went until he heard a scream, and threw open the door to the room, yanking up the little angel by her arm and probably dislocating it. She screamed and he started down the stairs with her, holding her tightly to him. He didn't care if he hurt her. He was going to do a lot worse to her later.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Zoey stay," Tony snarled as she tried getting up.
He yanked the knife out of the wall, blocking the way out. His blue eyes flashed and he dug the knife into Nixon's shoulder, wings spreading in agitation. "Let her go!"

Zoey shook Britton again, past sobbing now.

[nixon dimitri allen]

Nixon just looked at him like he was crazy. "Really, bitch? What's so special about a screaming brat that you want her?" He asked. Then Jack came toddling sleepily down the hall.

"Why Bannit c'yin?" He asked, rubbing his eye.

"Oh, so there's two." He smirked, He started up the stairs after Jack, shoving him at Tony before he ran into his mom's bedroom, locking himself in the bathroom. Sure, there was no way out now. But he had a knife, and that's all he needed. He shoved Bandit against the wall until she let her wings out, holding her arm in pain. "Come here, you little pest." He growled, his eyes glowing red as he yanked her forward, wiggling the knife out of his shoulder. He figured he had one of two options right about now.

And Tony wasn't gonna let him go. Not now. He brought the knife down between her shoulder blades, then tore her wings out.

"DADDY!" Bandit cried in pain, and Nixon sat there, waiting for Tony, Bandit barely concious.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony caught Jack, told him to go to Zoey and Britton.
Zoey had done the only thing she could think, called Connor and told him or Deacon to get down there.

Tony pounded on the door as Bandit cried out, fished around then disappeared, grabbing a bigger knife. White feathers flew as he moved his wongs carelessly in agitation, went back and unlocked the door, shoving it open. He went straight for Nixon despite Bandit only half conscious on the floor, drove the knife his way.

[nixon dimitri allen]

Nixon coughed, seriously wondering if one of his lungs was punctured. But he didn't care. What would they do? Kill him again? He'd already died once. And he hadn't even gotten what he wanted. He wasn't going to die again. "Kill me, cocksucker. Go ahead. Your little angel's missing her wings. Cause if you don't kill me now, I'm coming back for your wings." He rhasped, glaring up at him.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony sneered. "You can fucking have them if you leave everybody alone." He drove the knife down again as heard as he could. Never, ever, had Tony been a fighter. Never had he used a weapon or hurt somebody on purpose. He was shaking. No way could he kill him. Hoping the knife through the guy was enough to slow him down, he turned, reaching to pick Bandit up and try and get out of there.

[nixon dimitri allen]

Nixon would have grabbed for him had he not started to lose his ability to breathe without blood filling his lungs. But by the time Deacon got there, his heart had already stopped.

Britt coughed, doubled over on the floor of the living room, his hands around his aching neck.

"Who hurt my baby?" Deacon asked as calmly as he could, his eyes bright with rage. "Well, who tried to kill Britt and hurt my baby? Because if you didn't kill them, I will." He held his hands out for her, despite their shaking.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony held on to Bandit tightly as he stumbled down the stairs, her blood on his chest, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Zoey was on the couch, gagging from stress and holding Jack protectively, mainly so he couldn't see.

Tony handed Bandit to Deacon, shaking so bad that he could barely stand. "I tried to stop him.." He whispered brokenly. "He's upstairs.."
He felt dizzy, vision tunneling, seriously felt ready to faint as he grabbed for his phone, dialed and waited. "M-...Marc..." But it slipped from his hand and hit the floor as he did on hands and knees before his cheek met the carpet and his surroundings went dark.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon broke down, holding her little body close to him. "It's okay.. It's okay.. I'm so sorry.." He cried, rocking her slowly. He started to sob and finally slid down to the floor, cradling Bandit close to him. All he could do was thank God Connor wasn't here, and hoped he didn't show up.

Britt reached over, gently rubbing Jack's back. But amidst all the chaos, the baby was asleep. He looked over at Deacon and gagged, doubling over again. He fumbled in his pocket, finding his phone with shaking hands.

"Please don't call Connor.." Deacon pleaded, clinging to Bandit for dear life.

"I'm not.." Britt choked, praying he could get through to Marc. He let out a relieved breath at the voice on the other end. "Marc.. Please.. come to Tony's.. Yeah, it's Tony, and everyone else.." He mumbled brokenly, listening to the dial tone on the other end before he looked over at Zoey. "You okay, baby?"