Flynn's point of view:

I ran as fast as I could to my mother's house. It was the night, and the lights of he house were all off. I knew she was probably asleep since it was so late and the baby was on its way. So I went to the doorway and found the door was unlocked. This was odd, because Jack was meticulous about locking the door when his daughter was inside the house with him.

When I walked in, I found that it was completely silent. No one was inside the living room, kitchen or bathroom. I looked in Jack's bedroom and found he wasn't in there asleep. This was when I recognized that something was, indeed, wrong. My heart began to race as my eyes widened and I ran into Elora's given bedroom. I switched the light on and was traumatized to find that she wasn't in there either. However, there was something in there that wasn't in before.

In front of the foot of Elora's bed was a small cradle, white and sheeted. I had recognized it as the one Hilda had given Elora for when the baby was born. It was handed down to her since Hilda definitely didn't need it anymore. I took careful steps from the doorway and into the room, where the bassinet stood solitary and intensely. When my eyes finally looked inside, I was greeted by the best and most terrible surprise I had ever had.

Inside were two, little baby girls and a envelope sitting between their sleeping bodies. I knew instantly that these two were my newborns, newborn daughters. I didn't know that she had twins, maybe she didn't know either until they came out. Elora wasn't there, but they were, which led me to believe that both her and her father were in ever present danger.

I took the envelope and opened it up, I found that it was a letter written by a KKK member, but he had gone unnamed for obvious reasons. I didn't have to read it to realize that they had taken Elora and Jack, leaving the babies alone with me to take care of. I didn't know what this meant, whether or not they were alive or not, but I felt my heart breaking repeatedly as I contemplated it. I took a heavy breath, psyching myself so I could read it, and then I finally went in.

Flynn Nash,

We have your wife. And now we have your father-in-law. You must think we are idiots if you believe we will ensure you where she is. Where's the fun it that?

We've left your two new children with you, as a parting gift from your wife. We are in no need of accidental babies with no prior use. Think of them as a collateral. You take your children, and we will have your wife. An eye for an eye, so to speak. We believe you will not plan on coming after us now that your children are at stake. Believe us, it was getting exhausted having to always think of where you were.

Please know that now that we have her, we no longer wish to chase after your family. We were never after you to begin with, who needs you? It was all a plan to get a hold of Jack Horowitz. He is a prized specimen after all, and your wife truly is a beautiful new addition to our organization. Please note that both of them are alive...for now.

Sincerely,

The Klan.

My eyes left the letter and it dropped to the ground and out of my hands as I felt myself begin to shake. I breathed in and out, exhaled and inhaled, but there was nothing to calm me down. I wanted to scream, but the only reason I didn't was because of the sleeping babies inside the crib. I didn't want to deal with them crying as well, there was too much agony for me in that. It was one thing to have me upset, but to have my new daughters in tears, that wasn't allowed.

I left the letter on the floor and walked closer to the crib. I stared down at them, gorgeous and peaceful. Both of them sound asleep and without a care in the world. They didn't know where they were born into, and what horrible things happened while they made their existence aware in the world. I had to envy them for this, all they depended on was having someone to love and care for them, and I knew that would have to be me until Elora was found and safe again.

Doing my best to drop the trauma that filled my entire form, I motioned for the crib and picked up one of the babies. After she was in my arms, I carefully held the other one in my opposite arm. They were still asleep as I moved to the rocking chair at the corner of the bedroom, sitting down and watching them sleep. They were so amazing, the most miraculous things I had ever seen, and they were mine. Two little girls that I could spoil and love the hell out of until they just couldn't take it anymore. Thinking of raising them on my own was haunting and terrifying, something I never set out to endure, but if I had to do it, then I certainly would. But I sure as hell planned on fighting for it not to happen. Hilda had told me stories of not having a mother for her teen years and how much she suffered because of it, despite the saintly nature of her father who no doubt did all he could to make sure his daughters were happy. I was beginning to think this family had a striking genetic pattern for having daughters, save Jacob.

"You two are perfect," I said to them as they slept soundly in my arms. I thought then about the names of them. The note didn't say what they were named, maybe Elora didn't have time to do so? I needed to give them a name, or they would be lost in this world with anonymity. It was hard thinking about names though, I never had to name anything before. This was big too, this wasn't just naming a new pet. These were my daughters, I had to give them worthy names.

"You look like a Victoria to me, kind of like the queen. And you, you look like a Freyja. My dad used to tell me stories about her, she was a goddess of love and beauty and war. That's pretty much a representation of your entire family. Do you two like that?" I asked them as they slept. Victoria and Freyja, I liked those names. I knew Elora would too, she had a thing for names a little unique. Not to mention I was sure she would love the connotation it carried for powerful, mighty women. I just wish she was here to say that herself, and not have me think it.

•••

Elora's point of view:

Everything was completely dark, I was in and out of consciousness. My mouth and throat were dry and I could barely open my eyes, and when I did it was all complete blur and only lasted for a few seconds. The room was freezing and I felt my body shaking from the cold, my feet bare and the rest of me covered by a simple, white dress that barely went over my thighs and had simple, small straps to hold it up on my shoulders. I could hear my muffled breathing as my head felt like it was spinning. I had no memory of anything after being in the hospital and giving birth. After that it was all blank, all white space that went unidentified.

I wondered where I was, trying to feel the floor and look around to see if it was familiar. The floor felt like it was cold cement, and my eyes could only make out what looked like a warehouse of some kind. The room's air was very soapy, but there was smoke in the room from a fair amount of cigarettes. I still couldn't see much without clouds all filling my entire vision. There was a simple lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and dimly lighting the room, and I felt handcuffs or restraints on my wrists and attached to the arms of the chair.

I couldn't speak as I heard the loud and menacing screech of a door opening and a few footsteps of a couple people walking towards me. I kept my head down low and staring dolefully at my bare thighs, pale from cold and bruised from being dragged along the ground. I caught glimpses of what happened to me when I saw those marks on my legs. I recalled being pulled across a road and hitting various objects along it as I was thrown in a van and taken away as I wavered between consciousness and being knocked out.

Whoever came in splashed ice cold water all over me and my eyes bolted open as I gasped for air. It felt like a million tiny knives stabbing into me and numbing the entirety of my body. My vision was no longer blurry and when the water sunk down to the floor and the cubes of ice stopped smacking at my skin, I looked up to see who it was that had done this to me. There were three men, and one standing in the centre of them, black suited hands behind his back. His face was familiar, I knew him, and after a few seconds I recognized who it was.

"Julius?!" I shouted, confused. That wasn't right, Julius was dead. I was told that he was dead, that he had been killed when the house was being searched. Why was he here? Totally healthy and gazing down at me with a sinister expression.

"Hello, Elora, are you surprised? Maybe even impressed?" He asked, all three of the men wearing the same black suit. I didn't know the other two men behind him, they must have been his henchmen or something.

"You're supposed to be dead," I said to him. He chuckled and backed away, leaving the trident of people and then going to a small table filled with assorted tools that personal scared the hell out of me. I was pretty sure he wanted to use them on me.

"Funny thing about hired doubles, they make it look like you've been brutally murdered. Faking a death is no news, I am sure I'm not the first person to ever do that," he replied as he poured himself a drink of whiskey in a crystal glass with ice. He faked his death, and I had a feeling that I knew why.

"So you fake your death, and for what? To make me think that there was this plan bigger than we thought? Let me guess, you wrote this plans we found as well, didn't you? Classy," I replied. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he walked back to me in my chair. He took a large gulp of his whiskey and he bit his lip at the bitter taste.

"No accounting for taste, I'll give you that much. Why not have a little fun?" He asked me sarcastically and making it annoyingly rhetoric. I stopped talking then, waiting for him to stop being so coy and devious.

"We have your father as well by the way. My guess is you didn't know that you weren't the only one we were after?" He asked me. They took my father too? My heart beat in my chest as I looked up at him, scratching at the restraints to try and tear free, but it was no use. I wasn't strong enough to pull them off and they were bound too tight on my wrists for me to make my escape that way.

"I just thought it was Flynn you wanted and not my father. Why would you want him anyway? What did he do?" I asked. Julius sighed and laughed again as he finished off his drink.

"He didn't do anything but be quite the upstanding hero. How proud would my Grand Dragon be if he found out I had Jack Horowitz in my inventory? Really, Elora, imagine it. How proud your boss would be of you once you had a heroic man like that joining the cause?" Julius asked. I wanted to cry every time Julius mentioned my father, and I didn't even know where he was or what they did to him already. If he was with me, I would have at least known where he was.

"You're a sick fuck, Julius," I said to him. He turned around and looked at me with an angry expression. He then strode over to me and slapped me bard in the face, so roughly that he managed to scratch me and make my cheek bleed down my face.

"You don't know what sick is, Elora. If you would see some of the things your mother did, then you may know. She is the real sick one," he said to me. Now he was talking about my mother? What did she have to do with any of this? The whole reason they were chasing us was because of what I did to their members all those months ago. Now I was starting to think I was being used as a scapegoat so he could get to my parents and just kill me in the process of that as a distraction.

"Why do you care about my mother? I don't understand why she has anything to do with this," I asked. He sighed and took a pair of pliers out from his little arsenal of tools. When I saw them in his hand, softly snapping as he moved the handle together, I felt my stomach turn in ill disturbance.

"Why do I care about your mother? A good question, Elora, so let me explain it to you. Your mother, well, she killed my grandfather. You may know his name, it's Felix Nachner," he replied. I had never heard that name in my life. What in the hell was he talking about? I didn't know anyone named Felix nor did my mother tell me about anyone by that name.

"Who is Felix Nachner?" I asked.

"My real name is Daniel Nachner. My grandfather is Felix, my father's father. My grandfather was tortured by your mother back in the war, and shot so badly that he eventually died from his wounds. Little did he know that he had an illegitimate son with a woman that he knew from school---my grandmother," he explained. I breathed as he leaned down, bringing his face closer to mine, near enough so I could feel his warm, cruel breath on my face.

"That's what this is? Just so you can avenge a grandfather that was never a part of your life in the first place? Is that supposed to convince me that your cheap imitation of villain is going to scare me? To think I thought you were smarter than that, Daniel, if I may call you that," I replied. I knew this was just enabling his anger even more, and thus I was weakening him. My father told me to befriend someone who kidnapped me so I could make them vulnerable and humanize them, but this was different. I knew that the way to get Daniel or Julius or whatever his name was distracted, I had to fight fire with fire.

"Now I know that it's safe to say that you have no idea what's going on. This isn't to avenge my abandoning, dead grandfather. This just starts it all, this just makes everything have a foundation. The main topic here, my dear, beautiful Elora, is that of two things: you killed three of our prized members, meant to do great things, and the fact that your father is a useful asset to us. Well, those, and the fact that I plan on brutally torturing and killing your mother when I'm done with this. So, technically, it's that of three things," he explained. This was all my fault, and no one could tell me that it wasn't in sympathy. This was all on me because I was the one to kill those people, even if I saved three others in the midst of that. Now there was a bloodlust on my parents, and not just me. I didn't even get to name my little daughters, and all I could hope was that Flynn had them in his care.

"Where is my father?" I asked, trying not to cry. Daniel continued to hold the pliers in hand, standing in front of me like a malevolent thundercloud, waiting to rain and strike disaster.

"Your father is being taken care of in a different area with a different person. I was going to go to him, but when I found out they had you, well, I couldn't resist in changing my plans," he said. I was having trouble breathing out of pure fear that I didn't think I had ever felt before. Daniel smirked as he knelt down to the floor, placing the pliers next to my bare foot.

"No, don't please," I begged. He simply ignored me, and as he took my nail in the pliers, he pulled it hard and ripped it straight off. I screamed out loud as pain thrashed through the entirety of my foot and ankle, my trying to twitch it away but ended up being fruitless as he grabbed my ankle and held it tightly.

"My, Elora, you and I are going to have some fun tonight. Just you wait and see," Daniel said to me. Blood gushed out of foot, spilling onto the floor and staining the dark grey concrete. Tears fell down my eyes, and silently I prayed for someone to come and help me.

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