Ethan looked at knife with a look of satisfaction. Jack and Charlie stared intently at the weapon hoping he wouldn't come any closer to them.
"Such a pity," he sighed, "that I will have to wait to kill you."
Charlie and Jack looked at each other. What was he waiting to kill them for? Why didn't he just kill them and get it over with? There was a large band above them and they looked up. Charlie could see a few men walking in the cracks in the floor boards. Dust was falling down on them as the man walked above. A door flung open and light spilled into the room. Charlie had to squinch his eyes for he was not used to such bright light.
Several men walked down the stairs. They closed the hatch above them. Ethan walked towards them.
"Did you get them", He asked.
"Yes, sir," them man said showing him three figures.
"Very good men, you are dismissed," Ethan said.
The men nodded and left the room. Ethan reached up and turned on a light above. He looked over at the three figures in the corner.
"Tell me Jackie and Charlie, do you recognize any of them," he said pointing to the corner with the figures. He walked over to them and pulled off the blankets they were bundled in. Charlie lost his breath when he saw Jacob, unconscious. Lilah was also there and another, smaller baby.
"You Son of a bitch," Charlie growled.
"What did you do to them you bastard," Jack yelled.
"O they have only been drugged. They are quite fine," He laughed. He jolted all three of them so they would wake up, which they did.
Charlie wanted to blast Ethan's head off, or even better make him suffer a slow painful death. He just smiled.
"It's a shame that they shall have witness the deaths of their fathers. O wait or shall I say one will have to see the death of a person who tries to pose as his father," Ethan said trying to sound sympathetic.
"Ethan why would you do that to a little kid", Charlie screamed.
Ethan went put his face right up to Charlie's face so that he could feel his hot breath on his face. "Why did you have to kill three little children", he growled.
"I...we didn't kill them. It was an honest accident," Charlie pleaded.
"Well, now it can't be fixed...so all there is room for now is revenge", Ethan said. "So whom shall we watch die first", Ethan pondered. "The doctor or the washed up drug addict".
Ethan thought for a moment. "Well, may as well be rid of the one who is the most useless," Ethan said grabbing the knife and Jacob's hand.
He pulled Jacob to sit by Charlie.
"Daddy," he whimpered.
"Its okay Jakie, everything is going to be all right," Charlie said trying to reassure the boy.
"Well, Charlie what are your last words," Ethan said as he grabbed Charlie by the hair.
Charlie turned to face him so that once again they were face to face. He spit in Ethan's face and said,"Fuck you".
Ethan wiped away Charlie's saliva,"Honorable last words", he said. He put the knife to Charlie's chest and let it sink down inside him.