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Edward Knox
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November 25, 2014
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Things were finally starting to settle down into something that resembled a normal life. Knox hadn't found a permanent job yet but he managed to fill his days with small jobs that paid well enough. As well as you could expect anyway. Considering that he'd spent the last couple of years without getting any money on the inside, what he earned from the shitty jobs he could get was one hell of a raise. Moreover, Poppy finally seemed to get over the Adveni boy she'd found herself liking.

Knox had never planned on settling in. Not really. He'd always figured that he would find a place of his own as soon as he got into the swing of things again. While he'd been able to stay updated on what happened on the outside up until the invasion, a lot of things had changed since then. It had taken a while getting used to and as he'd learned the way things worked these days, he'd found himself getting much too comfortable in Poppy's apartment. Now, he didn't really feel like leaving.

Not that his wishes mattered much to the Adveni.

Although Knox had told Poppy that he'd take an early night and get some extra sleep, he hadn't fallen asleep by the time he spotted movement down on the street. Pressing the cigarette against the window pane, Knox eyes narrowed as he peered into the darkness below. With the flooding having taken place recently he knew better than to overlook it. Rubbing his fingers against his chin, he let his gaze linger for a while longer. Just as he was about to dismiss it as nothing, there was movement again. Three figures moved across the street and he could have sworn they were packing. What worried him even more was that they were towards the apartment complex.

Couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

Knox decided not to take his chances. Even if they were looking for someone else it was better for him to clear out and return once things had settled down. Slipping away from the wall which he'd been leaning against, he grabbed his backpack and started stuffing it with his few belongings. Zipping it up, he hauled it onto his shoulders and moved to open the window so that he could slip through it and out onto the fire escape. Landing with a low thud, he glanced around and waited a couple of seconds to see if his presence had alerted anyone.

When nothing happened, Knox started descending the stairs until he reached the bottom. Where you normally let a ladder down to get down onto the ground, there was no ladder to be found. Slipping the backpack from his shoulders, he was just about to toss it down onto the ground when he caught wiff of the commotion from above. Looking up, he spotted the light from flashlights coming from Poppy's apartment, and for a brief moment he wondered if he should have warned her and Swan about the looming threat.

Before the guilt could gnaw at him, Knox tossed the backpack down and jumped over the fence to follow it down onto the ground. Landing on his feet, one hand on the ground to help keep him steady and not fall on his face, Knox grasped his backpack and looked around before pulling his hood up and making his way down the street. Behind him he could hear loud shouts and screams as what he assumed could only be Adveni searched through the apartment he'd been ready to start call his home.


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Zach had one bottle left. He'd made his usual round in the city, managing to sell all of the moonshine except for this one last bottle. He had to admit that Agnes's cooking was excellent, it was selling like crazy. The only problem was bothering to carry the bottles around with him on selling nights. Tonight, he had one bottle left. Patting the jacket with the bottle inside, he wondered if he should stick around to try and sell the last one or just bring in home with him to share with Seamus. Agnes was pretty good in counting her money though, if there were too many bottles unsold, she would notice.

Letting out his breath in a sigh, he supposed he should make at least one more try to sell it. Money was money, and he and Seamus could both use a little more. Noticing the path his feet were taking him in the dark, he stopped to look around. He'd been stopping by this street for several nights in a row now. It was the street where Swan lived. And Knox.

After revealing the info on Knox to the Adveni, he'd stopped by here just to see if Knox had been picked up yet. A few times he'd even seen Knox, seen the lights on in the apartment and wondered what the hell was taking the Adveni so long. Knox was supposed to be a wanted man, so what was the delay?

Keeping his hands warm in his pockets, he let his feet lead him along the street and towards the house. He always stopped a way off, being careful in not getting too close. He didn't want another run in with Knox, and he certainly didn't want to tip the guy off that doom was coming. Knox would fucking get what he deserved.

When he spotted the house a way off, he stopped and parked himself on a bench at the old bus stop. He could see well enough from here. He'd just sit here and wait for a while, see if anything was happening before he headed for home. With any luck, he might even manage to sell the last bottle while he waited.

He wrapped his coat tighter around him, to protect himself from the cold wind. He'd give it five minutes, no more.

At the sound of approaching footsteps Zach's head shot up. Under the dim streetlights, Zach could only see a figure wearing a hood and with a bag on his back. Zach sat up a little straighter and called out to the stranger.

"Hey mister. Wanna buy something to drink?" His voice carried through the dark.


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Knox didn't take for granted that just because he'd gotten out of the apartment, he was in the clear. It was a rookie mistake and if the Adveni were half as good as he'd heard that they were during his time inside the Compound and the short time he'd been out on the streets, one sidestep would cost him his freedom and possibly his life. He wasn't about to let that happen and so as he strode down the street at an even pace he kept his eyes on his surroundings to try and spot anything abnormal.

Just as Knox was approaching the end of the street he was on, he caught sight of a guy sitting at a bus stop. Didn't seem right that the guy would be waiting for a transport. No, there was something off about him. He reached up to rub his finger under his nose, trying to mask the cold fear that clung to him. It was a basic human reaction and no matter how much you fought again it, it would never really go away. He ran his tongue over his lips when the guy called for his attention.

For a moment he wondered if the guy was a spotter. Seemed like a good tactic to use. Wouldn't be beyond the Adveni. As he continued forward, he let his gaze travel over the guy who was badly lit in the dim light from above. Even so, Knox thought he recognized him from somewhere. Getting closer, he realised where he recognized the scrawny little guy from. It was the same one that Swan had brought home with her not too long ago.

"What's it going for?" he asked, his voice low and dark.

Knox didn't know why but he was getting some bad vibes seeing the scrawny kid here, so close to Poppy's apartment. He threw a careful glance in the direction he'd come from. What he saw had him cursing inwardly. The bus stop that the guy was seated at was fucking first row to watching the arrest, had things gone differently. Slipping down onto the bench, keeping some distance between them, he reached up to rub the cheek that was closest to the guy.

"You know anything about the commotion?"


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Zach couldn't tell the identity of the guy approaching, not in the dark and with that hood on. The voice that asked him for the prize of his booze didn't reveal anything other than wariness and suspicion. He couldn't blame the guy for being careful, but there was something else in that tone that he didn't like.

"Oh, seeing as you're my last customer for the evening, twenty bucks." Which wasn't a bargain prize by any means, but the guy wouldn't know that. Zach kept his own voice businesslike and casual, slowly pulling on the neck of the bottle from inside his coat. He wanted to show it was really there, just in case the guy didn't believe he had something to sell. There were plenty of people around these days just tried to take your money and run, and so Zach liked to build up trust with his clients. Except this wasn't a client he knew.

Chewing on his lip thoughtfully, he sat still as the guy came up to sit on the same bench. Something was screaming at him to run, but he couldn't figure out why. Did the guy want the booze or not?

He stared through the darkness as the guy asked him if he knew anything about the commotion down the road.

"The commotion?" Instinctively, Zach's head turned towards Swan's and Knox's apartment. The lights were now fully on in there and he could hear noises, even all the way to the bus stop. Bangs and angry voices. His eyes narrowed as he stared, trying to will his eyes to see through the walls, but he could see nothing. Was the Adveni finally doing their raid?

"No, I don't..." Zach's voice trailed off as he turned his gaze back to the stranger beside him, putting together build and the appearance piece by piece. He wasn't. Was he? Slowly, Zach started pushing the bottle back inside his coat again, his mind racing. The dark voice that had addressed him matched completely.

His mouth dry, Zach shook his head while trying to think of something to say. His eyes turned towards the apartment again. The Adveni wouldn't find Knox. Not if this guy was who Zach thought he was. He started inching off the bench, all his muscles tense and ready. Should he warn the Adveni? Tell them their prey was getting away?

"I, uh..." he stammered. "Look, I've got someone waiting for me at home, so... maybe we can do business some other time, yeah?"


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Knox had never planned on buying that bottle from the kid but upon learning the price of whatever it was he was selling, he almost let out a snort. Twenty bucks. Seemed all that he was good for was pulling shit on people. He didn't even want to begin and imagine how the guy had gotten hooked up with Swan. Bitches were drawn to bitches, he thought bitterly. Still, that didn't mean the guy had anything to do with the Adveni. It was an unfair assumption. Even so, Knox knew better than to think it was just coincidence that the guy happened to sit at the exact spot where he'd have a good view of Poppy's apartment.

Tapping his foot repeatedly against the ground, the motion soundless as his heel never really touched the ground, Knox was having a hard time staying completely still even though he knew that it would seem suspicious. With any luck, he'd come off as a guy who'd gone too long without a fix. Wasn't hard to believe with the world they lived in today, most of his face covered by the hoodie and the skittish behavior he was displaying. Had it not been for his direct question about the commotion caused by the Adveni, he might have been able to pull it off.

Maybe playing it differently would have been smarter. Not that Knox had any time for it. It would only be a matter of minutes before the Adveni realised that he'd slipped through their fingers and when that happened, he'd do best in being as far away as possible, preferably out of sight. The only problem was, he had no idea where to go. It wasn't like he had many friends in the city anymore. Most were dead, missing or wanted nothing to do with him.

Noticing how the guy tensed up, Knox wondered if he'd been made. Judging by how fast the guy had gone from 'want to buy some booze' to 'we can do business another time', he found himself more and more convinced that the guy had snitched on him. "Twenty is a bit too much to ask for anyway," he answered as he lowered his hand and tilted his head to the side. Gazing at the guy from under the hood, he placed one hand against the bench. Suddenly lashing out, his hand settling on the guy's throat as he twisted his body and pressed him back against the glass wall of the bus stop, Knox gave a good squeeze.

"If you want to see whoever is waiting for you at home again, I suggest you answer honestly." It was too shady. Much too shady. It also didn't make any sense. Had the guy really been so offended by the small slight that he'd decided to hand him over to the Adveni? Talk about overreaction. Or maybe he was just a greedy fuck looking to make some easy money. The thought made Knox squeeze even harder.

"How come I find you sitting at a bus stop with a good view of the apartment where I'm staying just as a unit of Advena are beating down the door?" he asked.


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Zach put one foot on the ground, making sure to keep his eyes on the guy as he slowly got off the bench. It had to be. That had to be Knox, sitting right there next to him. Zach wondered if he could make it to the apartment if he made a run for it right now. If this guy was really Knox, he wouldn't follow, not in that direction - it would take him straight into the arms of the Adveni.

The guy told him his price for the booze was too high and Zach shrugged, playing along. He might make it out of this intact if he just played along with the game, pretending they were two strangers just happening to meet. Maybe that was what Knox was trying to do as well. But if Zach got to the apartment and the Adveni, he could send them straight after Knox.

"Your choice, mister. Can't have everything." Standing up and pulling up the zipper on his coat to keep the bottle secured inside, he took a step away. He still couldn't see the guy, still couldn't make out his face under that damned hood, but he could see the shape turned towards him, watching him. Zach's heart picked up speed under his coat. One close encounter with Knox had been enough, he didn't want another one.

He was about to take a step backwards, away from danger, when the guy lunged off the bench and gripped him by the throat. Zach fell back and was tossed against the glass behind his back. The back of his head hit the glass with a thud, making the entire wall rattle. The hand around his throat squeezed him tightly and held him in place. On instinct, Zach's hands shot up to grab at the hand holding him. What he felt was hard muscle, impossible to move or loosen.

"Wait, wait," he grunted in panic. "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" He tried to push back with his body, but the only thing that moved were his legs. His head was locked against the glass wall. In front on him stood Knox, now in plain sight, even in the dark.

Knox gave his throat another tight squeeze that threatened to cut off his airways. Zach found he couldn't even swallow properly, and his fingers pawed at Knox's wrist, trying to get it loosen the grip. With the squeeze came a threat that said he should answer honestly.

Zach tried to shake his head, but found he couldn't. All he could do was stare back into Knox's eyes and wheeze out a panicked reply.

"I told you, I'm selling booze. Check my coat if you don't believe me, I've still got the last bottle." Threat or no threat, he wasn't about to confess to his sins as easily as that. If he did, he'd be dead before the Adveni ever noticed anything. If the grip on his throat would only loosen, he could call out for help, and the Adveni might hear him.

"I don't know anything about the Adveni, I swear to God. I sell to people, you can ask anyone. I sell booze, that's all I do." He rambled off his explanation hurriedly, his hands still locked around Knox's wrist, trying to get it off. The grip on his throat was uncomfortably tight, hurting his every ragged breath.


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Knox had fought people long enough that he knew rookies when he saw one. Zachary was one of those. The fact that Knowles tried to loosen the grip he had on his throat suggested as much. It was what people who panicked tried to do. The seemingly logical choice. Thing was, it wouldn't work. Not even if Knowles had more muscle to back himself up. In a proper lock, Knowles would stand no chance of throwing him off or prying his fingers loose. What you wanted to do when someone tried to strangle you was go for the weak points. Eyes. Stomach. Crotch.

And what was he doing?

Begging to be let go, clawing at his wrist like he was dying. Knox wasn't even trying to kill him. Admittedly, he could have probably let up a little bit on the pressure he put on Knowles throat but he found himself quite enjoying watching the guy squirm. "You expect me to believe some bullshit story about how you're just here to sell booze?" Didn't matter if he'd had the bottle on him. Knox, having been a criminal himself, had understood the importance of backing up your story. Knowles could have conveniently brought it with him.

Smirking a little as Knowles continued to try and defend his reason for being at the bus stop, Knox shook his head to indicate that he didn't believe any of it. "I think selling booze isn't the only thing you do," he answered. "It's a little too convenient to find you in a first row seat, especially after our last little encounter."

Seemed petty but then, humans had grown even more desperate since the last time Knox had been out. He ran his tongue over his lips as he tried to figure out what to do now, clenching his jaw. "I should kill you right here," he hissed through gritted teeth as his brows furrowed. Staring at Knowles, he tried to decide what to do. The guy wanted him dead. Only seemed right he returned the gesture. But what if the Adveni came looking for him? He'd do better in trying to create as much distance as possible between him and them.

"Did those smokes really mean so much to you, that you had to go turn in one of your own to the Adveni to get your little revenge?" he snarled, giving another squeeze for good measure.


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The tight grip on his throat was going to leave him with nasty bruises, unless it killed him first. Zach tried to shift his weight around, but Knox knew how to pin a guy down. It was no wonder he'd won those fights Zach had seen on tv. At the time Zach had rooted for Knox, howling as Knox had pounded on the other fighters and won him his bets. He had never expected to be at the other end of those fists.

Zach tried to shake his head in denial but the movement was minimal. His eyes were bulging in his head as he tried not to panic in the tight grip. He'd screwed up by coming here to watch the show. The Adveni never got to Knox, they only scared him off, made him come running straight at him. And now Knox was quickly figuring out who had sold him out.

"I've got nothing to do with this," he wheezed, feeling Knox's fingers squeezing harder around his throat. This was going nowhere fast. He tried to swallow but found he couldn't. It wouldn't take much more for Knox to crush his windpipe or simply rip his throat out. Images of the bloody and bruised fighter Knox had won floated across Zach's mind.

"It wasn't like that." His voice was a strangled whisper. "I didn't mean to, they made me do it, I swear. I had no choice." Flat out denial wasn't working, so how about an admission, or even a partial one? I anyone found out what he'd done, he'd be dead very quickly. Knox's threat fueled his lies.

"Please. I had to. I've got wife and kids at home, the Adveni said they'd take them if I didn't tell them what I know." Tiny dots were dancing in front of his eyes and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and get rid of them. It felt like he'd been pinned down for ages already, not getting enough air to breathe properly.

His hands were still wrapped around Knox's arm, clawing and trying to get the grip off. If Knox didn't let go very soon, he'd at the very least pass out. He should have fought harder the moment Knox grabbed him, by now he could only make feeble attempts of resistance, not enough to actually get him free.


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Where most guys found it exciting to have someone’s life in their hands, Knox did not. He’d been excited about the aspect of overpowering the other guy in the ring once but after being discarded as a broken fighter and he’d picked up a more criminal lifestyle, which had faded. It hadn’t been so much about the thrill, deciding who was the strongest, as it had been about doing what needed to be done. It was the same now. He didn’t feel the need to assert his position above Knowles, as far as Knox was concerned it was already clear which one of them were in charge, but more importantly it was just about doing what he had to in order to survive. He didn’t particularly like the guy but his original intention was not to kill. He just wanted to find out as much as possible about what the Adveni knew.

Raising his eyebrows when Knowles finally croaked out that the Adveni had made him do it, Knox loosened his grip on the guy’s throat, for a moment falling for the lie. It wouldn’t have been the first time the Adveni threatened humans to have them cooperate. Few were strong enough to resist. It was easier to just give in. Knox knew that feeling all too well. It was first when the guy mentioned that he had wife and kids that the grip increased again. ”You have wife and kids?” he repeated, the look in his eyes suggesting that he didn’t quite believe it. ”You got to lie better than that, buddy.”

Even as the words slipped from his lips, Knox found himself doubting what he knew. Maybe the guy really had a family that was waiting for him back home. Remembering his own little girl, his grip faltered once more but he didn’t quite let go. Knowles had admitted to giving him up but not willingly. He wanted to believe that but there were a couple of things that spoke against the guy. For one, Knox was disgusted with the idea that he would have cheated on his wife, with whom he had kids, to fuck Swan. Second, why was he here if they’d forced him?

”What did you tell them?” he demanded finally. ”And why are you here, watching, if they forced your cooperation?” It didn’t add up. Knox wasn’t an intelligent man, not by school standards, but he knew how to survive on the street. He was street smart, as they say. And it was obvious that there was something fishy about Knowles. Even so, Knox eased his grip up even more, allowing him to breathe normally as he waited for the answers of the two questions he’d just asked.


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As soon as Zach said he had been forced to sell him out, Knox loosened his grip on his throat. Relieved, Zach drew in a big lungful of air. He blinked his eyes, trying to get rid of the water in them. Being choked to death wasn't really the way he wanted to die. Knox still had a strong grip on him, effectively pinning him back against the glass wall. Zach was worried the glass might break if Knox thought of the idea of slamming his head against it even once. That huge glass could decapitate him easily.

The relief of breathing was cut short when he mentioned having a wife and child waiting for him at home. The grip on his throat grew tighter again and Zach blinked, tensing his body again. Knox's thumb pressed in under his jaw, making Zach grimace in pain. As soon as the grip eased up slightly, Zach hurried to explain. Even choking, he hadn't failed to pick up on Knox responding to his lie about having a family. Maybe the tough fighter had a soft spot? Zach's words came out rapidly, in one big mumble.

"It's not a lie, I swear. I have a wife and a kid. Julia. Her name is Julia. She's only two. I have to take care of her. I have to take care of Julia." The last part was as heartfelt as any lie he'd ever said, because it was true. He really needed to take care of Julia, the only thing was, Knox would never know Zach wasn't talking about his nonexistent daughter.

Zach's eyes widened when Knox demanded to know why he was watching the show from the street. The lie about having a family had come easily, after all, most people responded to someone having a family to take care of. The rest he had to make up along the way.

"I'm not watching, honestly." He tried to shake his head in Knox's grip. "I felt bad, so I wanted to come and warn you. I was just gathering up the courage to come and tell you." Zach tried to keep his eyes on Knox, but his eyes darted to the side a few times, hoping for any intervention. He had no idea what Knox would do to him. He didn't want to die or get beaten up, but he also didn't want to let a thousand bucks just walk away from him.

Knox had loosened his grip by now, and Zach took a few deep and grateful breaths. His left hand was still clamped over Knox's wrist, but his right hand had fallen down, and was now hovering over his coat pocket. He tried to keep Knox's attention on his face and his words as he let his hand slip inside the pocket and wrap around the switchblade.

"I was watching to make sure the coast was clear before I came over. I had to see that the Adveni weren't there or it would be a huge mess. I can't jeopardize my own daughter."

He looked straight into Knox's eyes and grimaced, his mouth suddenly in a sneer.

"A thousand bucks will go a long way of helping her." With one swift motion, he pulled his hand up from his pocket and swung out with the knife, hoping to bury it in Knox's side.


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Knox had come to terms with the fact that he’d die one day. Having been in the line of work he was he knew it was likely that he wouldn’t survive to his 40’s. That didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to fight to keep on breathing. If fighting would give him another day, then he would fight until his very last breathe. If that meant beating down on a guy whose cooperation had been forced to increase his chances of evading the Adveni, so be it. Staring down Zach as he spit out the name of his daughter, Knox felt that determination fade away. He couldn’t help but be reminded of his own daughter and what she thought of his way of life. How she’d hated it. Hated what it did to their family.

Letting out a grunt, Knox let his attention shift from Zach towards the apartment he’d just left. He wasn’t entirely satisfied with the answers he’d been given but he had no time to play a thousand questions. All Knox knew was that he would have done the same thing, had his family been on the line. The only thing he found strange was that Zach was risking his neck and the well-being of his family by coming here with the intention of warning him of the Adveni threat.

Just as Knox was about to let go and tell Zach to go home to his family, the guy’s attitude suddenly shifted from pitiful to determined. He tried to bring his arm up in time to shield himself from what was about to come as Zach named the price he was getting for his capture but by the time he wrapped his hand around Zach’s wrist the knife was already buried deep in his side. Letting out a sudden pained gasp, Knox squeezed the hand as the hand he’d had pressed against Zach’s throat fell away.

Of course it had been a fucking lie.

He should have known.

Trying to pull the knife out, Knox moaned from the pain as the struggle between him and Zach made the knife twist in his newly made wound. It was only his knowledge that any loud sounds would attract the Adveni even faster that kept Knox from screaming. Instead he found his legs giving way beneath him, his knees hitting the ground with the knife still lodged into his side as he clung to it and struggled to stay upright. Looking up with glossy eyes, the pain numbing the rest of his body and taking over his senses, Knox breathed heavily as he tried to take control of it.

”You fucking rat,” he hissed through his teeth.


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Zach swung out with the knife and felt it sink into something. Into Knox. The sneer on his face twisted into a grimace as he pushed as hard as he could, feeling the blade bite into soft flesh. Knox's hand fell away from his throat and Zach nearly lost his balance, now pushing himself closer to Knox instead of trying to get away from him.

Knox's hand was on his wrist, trying to tear it away, but Zach fought back, using all his strength and determination to keep pushing the blade in and holding it there. He felt his wrist twisting and he grunted in response, twisting back harder and feeling the knife turn in the wound.

"Hey!" Zach tried to cry out as loud as he could to get the Adveni's attention, but his voice was too hoarse from having been nearly choked by Knox. He still hung on to the knife in Knox's side, refusing to let it go. If he did, Knox might manage to pull it out and leg it, and Zach wasn't about to give up the fight. Not now, when he was so close to his goal.

He didn't want to kill Knox, it wasn't was he was trying to do, he only wanted to slow him down enough so the Adveni would be able to catch up. Where the hell were they anyway? In the middle of the struggle Zach tried to look up across the street to find the Adveni, but then Knox fell down on his knees and Zach almost fell down with him. He stumbled forward a step, letting go of the knife to stay upright.

"Yeah, well, even rats have to live. Can't say it's not personal," he replied with his voice cracking. He leaned over to cough, trying to get his breath back and his voice functioning again. Knox's hand wasn't choking the life out of him anymore, but he could still feel the pressure on his throat, as if Knox's fingers were still squeezing him.

"Just stay the fuck down," he hacked again, feeling the air burn his throat. He needed noise, something to catch the Adveni's attention. He glanced back at the glass wall behind him. Breaking that glass would make one hell of a crash, and unless the Adveni were completely deaf they would have to notice it.

Standing in front of Knox and breathing in with short breaths, he grabbed Knox's shoulders with both hands. Knox was probably one hell of a heavy dude, but he wouldn't have to lift him completely up, only enough to give him a good push and shove and he would fall straight through the glass.

"Any last words? Apologies to make?"


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Between the nauseous waves of pain, Knox was finding it hard to focus on anything, least of all the bastard’s voice. He’d said something about rats having to make a living. A poor excuse for what he was doing. There had to be better ways to survive in the new world the Adveni had created. Knox squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, his hand closing around the hilt of the knife as he slowly began to pull it out. This time the pain coaxed a choked scream from his lips. It had been some time since he’d felt pain like this but it wasn’t something he’d never experienced before. Silently telling himself to tough it out, he pulled the knife out the rest of the way and automatically dropped it to the ground.

Opening his eyes to stare at Knowles who was telling him to stay down, Knox pressed his hand over the wound in his side and set one foot against the ground with the intention of pushing himself back on his feet. He’d overstayed his welcome and as much as he wanted answers, honest answers, from Knowles he wasn’t going to trade it for his freedom. Just as he was about to try and stumble to his feet, he spotted Knowles approaching him, hands grabbing his shoulders. Forcing his eyes up, he stared at Knowles with determination and a fading smirk that spoke of the conviction he felt.

”You better run and fucking hide,” he warned Knowles. ”Next time I see you, I’ll kill you.”

Slipping his hand from the wound, Knox suddenly grabbed Knowles arms. Using all the strength he could muster, he swung Knowles around and pushed away with his feet as hard as he could, sending them both through the glass. Landing on the other side with a loud thump, Knox groaned, trying to make sense of what was going on through the haze of pain that pounded through his head. His only thought now was to get away but it was first when he remembered the Adveni, hot on his trail, that he found the motivation to try and move. Pressing his already bloody hand against his wound again, Knox dragged himself up on his feet.

Looking towards Knowles, he felt the urge to kick the guy but eventually his instinct to survive outwon his urge to smash the guy’s face in. Not sure where to go now that Poppy’s apartment was gone Knox located the first alleyway that he could spot and started making his way towards it, praying that it wouldn’t lead him straight into the hands of his enemies.


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Zach noticed the knife fall down on the ground, but he didn't bother picking it up. It was covered in blood. The important thing was that Knox was down and he was going to stay that way. Who would have ever thought Zach would be able to take down Knox? The big bad, a bully, a proper fighter. If someone would have taken bets on this fight, he could have made some very good money. Then again, he was making good money even now. A satisfied smirk spread on Zach's face as he continued to clear his throat, trying to get his voice to function again.

His hands were on Knox's shoulders, grabbing him by the jacket. He lowered his point of balance slightly, to prepare for pulling Knox up. At the same moment a fire lit up Knox's eyes and he growled out a warning for Zach to run and hide from him.

Zach had no time to react. In an instant, Knox grabbed his arm, pulled him close and swung him around. Zach let out a hoarse yelp, wanting to resist but unable to stop Knox as he shoved them both towards the glass wall. On instict, Zach's hand shot up to cover his face and he hit the glass with his arms first. Knox was behind him, propelling them both forward and the glass exploded.

It was loud and the entire glass wall shattered, sending a million tiny pieces of glass flying through the air. Zach didn't even know how he landed, all he knew was that suddenly he was sprawled on the ground with glass everywhere, below him, in his hands, in his hair, everywhere.

Dazed and trying to get his bearings, he pulled his hands close and put them on the ground, on top of the glass. Turning his head slightly he saw Knox getting up, but he was too dazed to follow his lead. Had he hit his head? He brought one of his hands up towards his head, to feel around for an injury, but stopped when he saw the blood covering it. Was that his blood? Or Knox's?

Slowly, he started pulling himself up, first on his hands and knees and then up on unsteady feet. He was a bit wobbly, but was alert enough to look around.

"Knox!" His voice was still not carrying very far, and trying to yell out only hurt his throat. "Where the fuck are you?" His hand went up to rub at his throat.

Knox had run already, but the Adveni were still close. Zach threw a quick glance towards the apartment. They had to have heard the glass breaking. And as much as Zach wanted to get Knox and the money, he didn't want to get caught by the Adveni himself. They might think he'd let Knox go on purpose.

He gave his jacket a quick shake, to get rid of the glass, then started limping towards the darkness, away from the apartment, glancing back every now and then.


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