Nicky was having a hard time pinning down his feelings about how this night was turning out.
While he was relieved when Joe had walked in the door, the look of shock and fear on his face had broken Nicky’s heart.
As the man, he now knew to be named Keane, had fisted his meaty hands back into his hair, he was also harshly reminded of the fear still coursing through his veins.
Then, there was the utter confusion he felt as he listened to this crazy man’s monologue about grays and his idea for the messed up future for this city.
Finally, the emotion that was currently fighting for the number one spot was anger and a feral energy he only felt when his family was being threatened, which thankfully wasn’t that often. But, tonight, listening to Joe’s pleading voice to leave him at home only to be responded to with such callousness and mocking, he could feel a righteous anger begin stewing inside of himself.
Before they left for the office, Keane had hustled him into one of Joe’s hoodies. Slung over his shoulders to hide his bound hands and the hood thrown up to shield any possible people on the street from the tape still trapping his speech.
With Joe in the lead, Nicky had seen Keane grab Joe’s gun from the side table and place it in his pants. Noticing Nicky’s stare, Keane brought a finger up to his mouth as if shushing him while grinning wickedly. Nicky was actually surprised to find himself glare back at this man. But it did throw light on just how helpless he was with no ability to warn his husband about this new threat.
Was that a growl he felt come from his throat as Keane pulled the door shut and slung his arm over Nicky's shoulder, leading him down the stairs? There was really no way of knowing, especially with his right ear still feeling like it had been packed with cotton.
Reaching Joe’s car, Keane opened the back passenger door pushing Nicky in before sliding in himself. Joe in the front, driving them around in some strange vision of him being their chauffeur for the evening. Nicky could literally feel the tension and fear rolling off his husband in waves.
Under the cover of the hoody, Nicky took this time to try and break out of the tape wound around his hands. Working his hands back and forth minutely while trying to use his, unfortunately, short and blunt fingernails to create weaknesses with small rips.
Finally feeling like he had made some progress during this incredibly awkward drive, they pulled up in front of The Old Guard Investigators. It didn’t take long for them to get parked, into the building, and up the stairs to Joe’s office.
Keane, having had a grasp on Nicky for the trip from the car to the office, decided to seat Nicky on the floor of the office in the corner beside some filing cabinets.
Joe sat at his computer while Keane began looking through said cabinets, pulling out file after file and placing them on Joe’s desk.
As they both worked silently, Nicky continued to make progress on loosening his bonds.
Soon, Joe had finished working on his computer and had started to shred the documents that Keane had been placing on his desk. Keane was taking this time to double check Joe’s work on the computer.
“I think this is gonna be all of it,” Joe said with a tired resolve as he continued to work through the last of the paperwork.
It was at this moment everything went to hell.
They all started when they heard the front door opening downstairs. Two voices rang out. Laughing...?
But Keane didn’t waste time mincing words. He pulled out the gun and stalked angrily toward Joe. “Who the fuck did you call?” He practically growled grabbing a fist full of Joe’s hair, wrenching his head back.
Joe’s perfect curls.
Nicky thought he saw the world turn red.
“I didn’t call anybody,” Joe gasped out, bringing his hands up to grasp at Keane’s. “I’ve been in your sight since the apartment.”
Keane dragged him by his hair to the closed door of the office as the identities of the voices could be made out.
Nile and... Booker? Huh? And, from what Nicky could hear they both sounded a little intoxicated.
“Deal with this,” Keane whispered dangerously, finally letting go of Joe’s curls. Placing the gun into the small of Joe’s back as he opened the door.
“Nile...? Booker...? How do you guys know each other?” Joe shouted out. At any other time, the sheer unbelieving tone of Joe’s questions would have been endearingly adorable. Joe would later tell Nicky that his incredulous tone was due to the fact that at the moment he had opened the door and looked downstairs he had seen Nile laying half across her desk with Booker on top of her ‘going to town on her neck’ according to Joe.
“JOE!” Nile shouted back, apparently still laying on the desk, looking at Joe upside down. Both her and Booker had looking up at Joe like two teenagers who had just been caught making out under some bleachers. “I answer your phone! I know everybody!”
God love drunk Nile.
“Yeah, Joe! Nile knows everybody!”
God love drunk Booker.
Seriously, any other time, Nicky would find this situation adorable and silly, but as it turns out this is when he was finally able to truly break the tape’s hold. After hours, he could bring both of his arms to the front of his body.
Wasting no time, he threw off the hoodie and began to stand. Honestly, he hadn’t really formed a plan past, ‘Get untied.’ So, when Keane turned around so that the gun was pointing at him, Nicky just responded by throwing himself forward and thrusting up the arm and tackling Keane to the ground.
While the gun had fired, Keane had also lost hold of it when he fell. Without thinking, Nicky punched Keane as hard as he could in the face before Keane bucked him off and smashed his already wounded head into the side of Joe’s desk.
As Keane had made to stand up and grab for the gun Joe flung himself towards it too. Able to grab it first, he hadn’t paid much attention to the fury that now was Keane. Turning around quickly, but without having a chance to lift the gun, Keane punched him hard, crashing his knuckles across Joe’s left eye and cheek causing him to fall down hard.
Nicky, finally having regained his own legs, again threw himself at Keane as he picked up the gun and aimed it at Joe. But whatever strength he had pulled from during that initial punch had fully fled as Keane easily twisted out of Nickys grip. Turning and grabbing Nicky by the hair, he drove his knee into his stomach. Right as he made to push the gun into Nicky’s gasping mouth, a shot rang out.
As if in slow motion, Nicky felt his face being sprayed with blood before the full weight of Keane’s dead body fell on top of him.
Doing his best to push Keane off with his shaking arms, he moved him to the side, but definitely most of the body still on top of him, Nicky caught sight of a frozen Nile standing at the threshold of Joe’s office arms still up, gun in hand, staring wide eyed at the scene that lay before her.
God love Nile, still a perfect shot even while drunk.
And, with that Nicky felt the rest of his strength flee him, his eyes rolling up into his head.
----- Don't know if you can tell, but this last fight is def based on the movie.
Also, I have almost everything of the ending figured out. But, turns out, I am much better at writing people getting beat up than the aftermath
Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky -- Bad guy targets immortal husbands due to Joe's job (5/?)
Nicky was having a hard time pinning down his feelings about how this night was turning out.
While he was relieved when Joe had walked in the door, the look of shock and fear on his face had broken Nicky’s heart.
As the man, he now knew to be named Keane, had fisted his meaty hands back into his hair, he was also harshly reminded of the fear still coursing through his veins.
Then, there was the utter confusion he felt as he listened to this crazy man’s monologue about grays and his idea for the messed up future for this city.
Finally, the emotion that was currently fighting for the number one spot was anger and a feral energy he only felt when his family was being threatened, which thankfully wasn’t that often. But, tonight, listening to Joe’s pleading voice to leave him at home only to be responded to with such callousness and mocking, he could feel a righteous anger begin stewing inside of himself.
Before they left for the office, Keane had hustled him into one of Joe’s hoodies. Slung over his shoulders to hide his bound hands and the hood thrown up to shield any possible people on the street from the tape still trapping his speech.
With Joe in the lead, Nicky had seen Keane grab Joe’s gun from the side table and place it in his pants. Noticing Nicky’s stare, Keane brought a finger up to his mouth as if shushing him while grinning wickedly. Nicky was actually surprised to find himself glare back at this man. But it did throw light on just how helpless he was with no ability to warn his husband about this new threat.
Was that a growl he felt come from his throat as Keane pulled the door shut and slung his arm over Nicky's shoulder, leading him down the stairs? There was really no way of knowing, especially with his right ear still feeling like it had been packed with cotton.
Reaching Joe’s car, Keane opened the back passenger door pushing Nicky in before sliding in himself. Joe in the front, driving them around in some strange vision of him being their chauffeur for the evening. Nicky could literally feel the tension and fear rolling off his husband in waves.
Under the cover of the hoody, Nicky took this time to try and break out of the tape wound around his hands. Working his hands back and forth minutely while trying to use his, unfortunately, short and blunt fingernails to create weaknesses with small rips.
Finally feeling like he had made some progress during this incredibly awkward drive, they pulled up in front of The Old Guard Investigators. It didn’t take long for them to get parked, into the building, and up the stairs to Joe’s office.
Keane, having had a grasp on Nicky for the trip from the car to the office, decided to seat Nicky on the floor of the office in the corner beside some filing cabinets.
Joe sat at his computer while Keane began looking through said cabinets, pulling out file after file and placing them on Joe’s desk.
As they both worked silently, Nicky continued to make progress on loosening his bonds.
Soon, Joe had finished working on his computer and had started to shred the documents that Keane had been placing on his desk. Keane was taking this time to double check Joe’s work on the computer.
“I think this is gonna be all of it,” Joe said with a tired resolve as he continued to work through the last of the paperwork.
It was at this moment everything went to hell.
They all started when they heard the front door opening downstairs. Two voices rang out. Laughing...?
But Keane didn’t waste time mincing words. He pulled out the gun and stalked angrily toward Joe. “Who the fuck did you call?” He practically growled grabbing a fist full of Joe’s hair, wrenching his head back.
Joe’s perfect curls.
Nicky thought he saw the world turn red.
“I didn’t call anybody,” Joe gasped out, bringing his hands up to grasp at Keane’s. “I’ve been in your sight since the apartment.”
Keane dragged him by his hair to the closed door of the office as the identities of the voices could be made out.
Nile and... Booker? Huh? And, from what Nicky could hear they both sounded a little intoxicated.
“Deal with this,” Keane whispered dangerously, finally letting go of Joe’s curls. Placing the gun into the small of Joe’s back as he opened the door.
“Nile...? Booker...? How do you guys know each other?” Joe shouted out. At any other time, the sheer unbelieving tone of Joe’s questions would have been endearingly adorable. Joe would later tell Nicky that his incredulous tone was due to the fact that at the moment he had opened the door and looked downstairs he had seen Nile laying half across her desk with Booker on top of her ‘going to town on her neck’ according to Joe.
“JOE!” Nile shouted back, apparently still laying on the desk, looking at Joe upside down. Both her and Booker had looking up at Joe like two teenagers who had just been caught making out under some bleachers. “I answer your phone! I know everybody!”
God love drunk Nile.
“Yeah, Joe! Nile knows everybody!”
God love drunk Booker.
Seriously, any other time, Nicky would find this situation adorable and silly, but as it turns out this is when he was finally able to truly break the tape’s hold. After hours, he could bring both of his arms to the front of his body.
Wasting no time, he threw off the hoodie and began to stand. Honestly, he hadn’t really formed a plan past, ‘Get untied.’ So, when Keane turned around so that the gun was pointing at him, Nicky just responded by throwing himself forward and thrusting up the arm and tackling Keane to the ground.
While the gun had fired, Keane had also lost hold of it when he fell. Without thinking, Nicky punched Keane as hard as he could in the face before Keane bucked him off and smashed his already wounded head into the side of Joe’s desk.
As Keane had made to stand up and grab for the gun Joe flung himself towards it too. Able to grab it first, he hadn’t paid much attention to the fury that now was Keane. Turning around quickly, but without having a chance to lift the gun, Keane punched him hard, crashing his knuckles across Joe’s left eye and cheek causing him to fall down hard.
Nicky, finally having regained his own legs, again threw himself at Keane as he picked up the gun and aimed it at Joe. But whatever strength he had pulled from during that initial punch had fully fled as Keane easily twisted out of Nickys grip. Turning and grabbing Nicky by the hair, he drove his knee into his stomach. Right as he made to push the gun into Nicky’s gasping mouth, a shot rang out.
As if in slow motion, Nicky felt his face being sprayed with blood before the full weight of Keane’s dead body fell on top of him.
Doing his best to push Keane off with his shaking arms, he moved him to the side, but definitely most of the body still on top of him, Nicky caught sight of a frozen Nile standing at the threshold of Joe’s office arms still up, gun in hand, staring wide eyed at the scene that lay before her.
God love Nile, still a perfect shot even while drunk.
And, with that Nicky felt the rest of his strength flee him, his eyes rolling up into his head.
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Don't know if you can tell, but this last fight is def based on the movie.
Also, I have almost everything of the ending figured out. But, turns out, I am much better at writing people getting beat up than the aftermath