Griffith waited a moment, making sure Darcy was on nice and secure, before pulling away from the curb and heading down the road, however, after they had ridden a few blocks, Griffith pulled off into an alley and parked there for a moment before wiggling off the full-face helmet.
"Hey, trade me. This one's safer for you anyhow." Griffith said, turning around to offer the helmet up to Darcy. "Plus, I can't see for shit."
Darcy made a slight face but nodded and went to take off the helmet he was wearing and went to trade them out. He pulled on the full face helmet after some careful work with taking off his glasses, opening the face guard, putting them back on and then closing it again. "Geez, no kidding. I'm blinder than I usually am."
"Well, it's a good thing you aren't the one driving." Griffith said, chuckling a bit as he strapped on the other helmet. He usually didn't bother at all with helmets and "safety", but it was up to him to set the precedent wasn't it? Plus, Harper seemed to be getting on him more about being "safe" anyhow.
Once he and Darcy were re-situated, Griffith headed down the alley, exiting out the other side, which, unfortunately would be the beginning of this pleasant evening's demise.
Parked in a vacant lot on the other side of the alley was a large truck with one of Kasper's goons sitting inside. In truth, the goon didn't really know what he was doing, in all actuality, he, as well as several other subordinates, had been told to simply wait and keep an eye out for the younger Fitz brothers.
They'd been instructed to get the youngest one at all costs and to simply work over the other one before calling Kasper for further instruction. Everyone thought this was...well...strange, but Kasper had seemed a lot more on edge, so no one thought twice of asking questions, more than that, everyone just wanted to please him if it would ease his frantic mood. There was nothing worse than working with Kasper when he was frantic.
The goon sat up to attention instantly when he heard the rattling engine infamously associated with Griffith Fitz's piece of shit motorcycle, looking up just in time to see Griffith himself whizzing by with...oh lucky day! The goon grinned widely to himself when he saw a rail-thin boy grabbing onto Griffith. Of course, he was wearing a helmet, so he couldn't see the four-eyes' face and blond mop, but surely, that kid had to be him!
The goon started up the truck he'd been posted in and whipped out of the lot, tailing after the duo on the bike.
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Meanwhile, back at the Fitz house, while Griffith had gone to fetch Darcy for their sleepover weekend, Dixon was milling about the house, trying to do some last minute prep and tidying before his friend could arrive. He was in the process of getting out some snacks from the cabinets when he heard a loud groan from the upstairs hallway, followed by a frantic cry.
"Agh! Dixie! Dixie! Mierda! Dixie!" Flora called.
Dixon instantly stopped what he was doing, dropping several chip bags on the floor as he rushed to the stairs.
"Flora! What's wrong!" He cried out as he stumbled up. As soon as he reached the top, he found Flora waddling down the hall, clearly in pain and wearing a pair of soaked shorts.
Flora stopped when she saw Dixon at the top of the stairs, his eyes wide and pale as he looked at her. She let out a shaky breath and gave a nod.
Darcy held onto Griffith, totally oblivious to what was going on. He was just looking forward to spending time with his best friend and having a relaxing night.
Poor Darcy had no clue that meanwhile Kasper waited for the final piece of the trap to be set.
He didn't have a clue of the pure merciless rage growing and growing and growing in Kasper's heart.
Griffith was vaguely aware of the truck behind he and Darcy, however, thought nothing of it, after all, like Darcy, Griffith was simply hung up on what the weekend had in store for him. All he could think about was getting to spend all his time with that beautiful gal he'd come to love so much.
However, he quickly became hyper-aware when the sound of the truck's engine not only drew closer, but it came so close he could practically feel the heat from the gas being combusted under the hood. He looked over his shoulder with wide eyes and a slacked jaw.
"Fucking shit!" He yelped as he watched the truck draw nearer and nearer still until it rammed the back of the bike.
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"Oh God, oh God!" Dixon practically wailed, frantic, as he helped Flora down the staircase and towards the front door. He couldn't believe this was happening. Moreover, he couldn't believe NEITHER of his brothers were there to help.
"Dixie, I love you, but do you mind? I'm the one having the baby, not you!" Flora hollered, her voice faltering to a whine as she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, grabbing at her belly. "Lord as my witness, I'm going to...I'm going to beat the crap out of Lawson...no...no, I just...ugh...I want him here." She whined as she rode out the pain.
"Fuck!" Griffith cursed as he tried to speed up on the bike, hoping to break the fishtail and get away from the truck. As he attempted to place that distance between he and Darcy and the truck, he looked over his shoulder to try and find out who their attacker was. Unfortunately, he couldn't see into the truck, even more unfortunate though was the truck's once again close proximity to the bike.
Before Griff could so much as utter another curse, the truck rammed at the back of the bike once more, this time sending it off kilter completely. As soon as Griffith felt the bike shifting under he and Darcy, he pulled free of Darcy's grasp and twisted his body around to wrap his arms around him instead as they were launched off the bike.
He could hear his bike being crushed under the truck as he and Darcy were thrown just out of the truck's path. He let out aching gasp as his back struck the pavement and Darcy landed on top of him. His body bounced several times off the pavement, and at one point, he lost his grasp on Darcy and struck his head all at once. He eventually came to a skidded halt near the street's curb and all he could really process in that very moment was...pain.
He tried to let out a groan, but found he couldn't even do that, only let out struggled gasps, his chest heaving and aching something terrible. He was vaguely aware of the blood welling and pooling on not only his back, but also his head. He tried to reach up to check his head with one arm, but found he couldn't even move that arm as it'd been dislodged from the socket.
Fuck.
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Eventually, Dixon and Flora managed to get out of the house and before Dixon could even be bothered with calling Lawson, Flora insisted they call a cab first. Apparently, the baby was just as impatient as Flora herself.
Once Griffith had lost grip on him, Darcy took a few licks off the road himself and stopped once his leg got caught on one of the usually placed fire hydrants. The bone in his leg snapped on contact and his head bounced hard against the pavement but was thankfully more guarded than Griffith's and Darcy groaned in pain, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on and why things hurt and what the hell had just happened.
The truck parked just short of both of the boys and Griffith was vaguely aware of a man emerging from the truck, an amused laugh hinging on his lips. He came over to Griffith first, which, to Griffith, appeared at the blink of an eye.
"Lookit you, Fitz, all fucked up...good." He grinned down at Griffith before kicking Griff's side harshly.
Griff let out another gasp and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened his eyes, the man was gone.
However, just out of his line of sight, the man was in fact NOT gone and was instead, looking over Darcy, grinning even wider.
"Oh man, Kas is gonna be so fuckin' stoked. Barely a scratch on ya' kid." The man said, crouching down and glancing to his leg, noting the odd bend. He let out a whistle. "Must hurt, huh?" He said before jabbing at the busted leg.
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After an agonizingly long drive in the back of a dirty little cab filled with even more agonized groaning and crying from Flora, Dixon and his sister-in-law arrived at the hospital. Dixon practically threw himself from the car, going to collect staff to help him get Flora out of the car, which, thankfully, two nurses came out with a wheelchair in hand to help get Flora situated.
Dixon, while worried about Flora of course, momentarily worried about Darcy getting to the house and them not being there. He hoped Griffith would at least wait with him until someone could call and tell them what was going on.
Darcy gave a strangled cry of pain and tried to get up to get away, the world spinning and swooping out from under him. "G-Griffith!" he shouted in a sputter, though it was muffled from the helmet, giving a groan right after as he still tried to get up.
While Griffith's head was spinning, he could still make out the sound of his name being called off somewhere. He tried to locate the sound and eventually managed to loll his head to the side, his gaze falling on the man and Darcy. He watched as the man grabbed at Darcy, hefting him up under his arm.
"D-D-Darce...Darcy." Griffith managed to sputter, unable to do nothing else but that.
The man picked up Darcy as if he weighed nothing and proceeded to carry him towards the truck, where he forcefully shoved him into the cab.
"You fight me, kid, and I'll make your life ten times worse." The man warned as he climbed into the cab.
"GRIFFITH!" Darcy shouted in a panicked scream now, trying to get the door open to get back out, wincing from the shooting pains going up his leg.
-x-
Harper headed outside of her work building to go wait in the usual spot for Griffith, reaching to pull her hair back out of her face and sitting down on the bench. She was a little surprised he wasn't here already.
"Hey, KID, I told you not to fight the situation!" The man scolded, reaching out to grab at Darcy's broken leg, squeezing the busted up area hard in his hand.
Darcy gave a strangled scream of pain that time, reaching down quickly to try and pry his hand off, seeing stars and white spots in his vision. "Stop stop stop stop PLEASE!"
"Then stop strugglin' and sit tight! If you just fucking hang tight, I'll get you to Kas and whatever this whole thing is will be over before you know it." The man said, releasing Darcy's leg then. He waited a moment, as if to make sure Darcy wasn't going to try anything funny before he reached into his pocket to grab his phone.
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