Fandom The Farmhouse Dream { The Last of Us 1x1 with icedthemoon }

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Alexander Brennan and Kaleb Price
Former Seraphite, Former FEDRA officer | 19, 27 | Current location ;; Washington

Kaleb felt the knife slice into his skin a little, the blood trickling down his neck. His eyes went from shock to fear as he looked at Carlos. Kaleb was terrified now, and he had no idea what was going to happen. Alex watched Nate make his way sneakily over to the leader, and Carlos had three of the five in some kind of hold. Either with his gun or his foot. The only wild card was the one with the knife at Kaleb's throat. Alex narrowed his eyes and backed up, moving to the side as he put his knife to the man holding Kaleb, the knife pressing against the side of his neck. "Let him go." Alex said low. The man pressed the knife a little more into Kaleb's neck. And then the knife was gone. Alex had taken one hand, grabbing the hand holding the knife and pulled it away while slicing the wolf's neck. The leader squirmed in Nate's hold, his eyes narrowed. "Stand down." The leader finally bit out, the two remaining men lowered their guns. "Now, let me go." The leader told Nate. Alex looked at Nate and shook his head. They shouldn't show these men mercy and let them live. It will come back to haunt them later.​

 

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Nathaniel Matthews and Carlos Price
Former Firefly, Aspiring Artist | 21, 25 | Current location ;; Washington

Stand down. That was all he wanted. That was what Nate needed. Everyone to stand down, because there was no reason to be killing and suffering like this. There was no reason that this should go down this way. Not because Alex used to be someone with a scarred face. Not because Kaleb used to be someone of authority. None of it. This was ridiculous. They could all just walk away. Alex shook his head. Carlos just stared. Mercy. Nate gave mercy. He always wanted mercy. This was the time for mercy. They could let them go and leave. That was what he wanted. Except it would never happen. Not with a scar and a FEDRA officer. Not when they already killed several. “No.” And he slit the leader’s throat. Carlos didn’t hesitate to shoot the other two and then shoot the guy beneath him. Carlos shoved the two guns in side pockets of his bag as he moved quickly to Kaleb before throwing his arms around him. Nate stood there. Breathing.
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