=Normal POV=
[Saturday, 6/15/2019; 4:00 pm]
[Archian City; Haddock Home]

After the shoot-off between Gabriel and Hayden, and Hayden won with hardly any effort at all; the guns got put away, except for Hayden's. He kept it out because he missed seeing it, which everyone thought was a little odd, but they let it go. Hayden's gun was nice-looking with the scale pattern; it was almost like his convertible. The others were learning that Hayden had a thing for dragon-related things, but that was to be expected with his past thousands of years ago being an ancestor of the Vikings who lived with Dragons. The food was delivered around 3:45 pm; it was pizza, wings, rolls, some salad, and baked macaroni and cheese.

Hayden went to the store for soda, chips, and dip. He also picked up a couple styrofoam coolers and ice to keep the soda in. Trayden went with him and picked up plates, napkins, and utensils. And together, the two of them picked up a big marble-style cake; they had Congratulations Graduates put on it, and then returned to Hayden's house to continue the party. It was going nicely; everyone seems to be having a good time. Hayden had Trayden in his lap, locked there in his arms while everyone was sitting around chatting and enjoying the food.

However, something felt very off to Hayden; he couldn't pinpoint what it was though. Hayden felt on edge like he was being watched and something bad was about to happen. The others had noticed but didn't want to ask and risk upsetting him. Trayden, though, was active in wanting to make sure Hayden was okay, so he turned in his boyfriend's lap and smiled.

"You okay, babe?" Trayden inquired gently, looking into Hayden's eyes.

"I'm good, baby. Don't worry," Hayden smiled as he leaned up and kissed his boyfriend lightly. Trayden blushed and snuggled into Hayden's lap more.

"Aw, you two are so cute and I he-," Gabriel teased.

"I swear to the Gods if you say it one more time, Uncle Gabe; I'm gonna kick your ass or shoot you…And we've established that I won't miss," Hayden growled at his Godfather.

"Stop being so violent," Gabriel chuckled.

"Can't help it. That's just a defense to protect myself…You know I won't shoot you. But I will kick your ass, and we both know I'm capable," Hayden huffed.

"Not with a broken wrist and two cracked ribs you can't, laddie," Gabriel said.

"Is that a challenge?" Hayden arched a brow.

"Maybe when you're healed," Gabriel stated.

"Done deal," Hayden grinned. However, he still couldn't shake the on edge feeling he had. Something was about to happen, and it wasn't going to be good. Hayden had learned to sense these types of things after his time in foster care; he when bad things that would affect him would happen, and to be honest; he hated it.

"Babe, take it easy," Trayden said gently, turning and placing his hands on Hayden's shoulders, rubbing them a bit. "Not everything has to be a challenge," Hayden just kissed Trayden on the lips, and then it turned into a small makeout session.

"With Hayden and me, it is," Gabriel said. "When Hayden was younger, Spencer and I would go off shooting on the range, hunting, wrestling, and stuff like that. Hayden always wanted to come, and his mother told him no because he was too young and didn't want him to get hurt. We promised Hayden when he became a teenager; we'd start letting him do stuff with us. However, when he couldn't beat us on the range, or fighting, anything for that matter; he made it his mission to practice long and hard enough to be able to beat us. So now anytime he's told you can't do this; he has this little voice that replies; oh yes I fucking can. And he does it," Gabriel shrugged.

"Really?" Dustin asked, blinking.

"He could be beaten on the ground, barely able to move, but if you tell him he can't do something; he gets this second wind and comes back stronger, faster, and with renewed determination to win, and he doesn't stop until his opponent gives up or knocks out," Gabriel chuckled some. "No idea how; his father always said it was the Haddock temper and pride," he added.

"That's impressive. I'd like to see it one day," Silas smiled.

"I know he can beat me. He was able to beat his father too. He can always take more than one opponent on at a time. He fought his dad and me at the same time and won. He also fought four of my military buds too, beat them," Gabriel informed.

"What's the highest amount of people he's fought at one time?" Bryan wondered.

"Five, I think," Gabriel rubbed his chin, unsure of the number.

"It was six, Uncle Gabe," Hayden broke his kissing with Trayden to answer now. "I also fought you, dad, and your military pals all at once too,"

"That did not count! You were barely hanging to consciousness, and when your father said to back off because your mother would kill us if you knocked out; we learned you're a damn good actor because you rebounded and whooped our asses when our guard was down!" Gabriel scoffed.

"All is fair in love and war, Uncle Gabe," Hayden shrugged. "I still won,"

"But…You didn't win that fight with those guys who jumped you…" Gabriel mentioned, not to be an ass or anything, but making it known.

"There was seven of them, and I wasn't exactly in the best state of mind after being at the cemetery all day, mourning," Hayden rolled his eyes.

"Fair enough," Uncle Gabe agreed. In the momentary silence, clapping was heard and Hayden flashbacked to something the night his parents were killed. After his father had been shot, there was slow clapping and someone saying that he put up a good fight, but not good enough. Hayden snapped out of it as he looked around; it seemed quiet, and maybe he was just losing his mind.

"Who was clapping?" Syrus asked. Hayden knew this wasn't his imagination if others heard it.

"Let me up, babe," Hayden said. Trayden got off Hayden and moved out of the way as Hayden got up and looked around again. He saw a shadow by the back door of the house, someone watching him.

"I give you one chance to come out of hiding," Hayden stated loudly.

"Uh…B-Babe? Are you okay?" Trayden asked now. Hayden didn't take his eyes off the back of the house; he knew someone was there.

"I will not ask again; I know you're there," Hayden remarked. Suddenly, someone walked out calmly, clapping his hands the same way Hayden remembered from that horrid night.

Hayden went to get his gun. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, lad," the man said as Hayden looked over and saw the male snap his fingers and more people rushed out, lifting their weapons and holding Hayden's friends and family in one place.

"Now what is the meaning of this!" Dustin demanded.

"I'm finishing something from two years ago…And I know the only way to beat this kid is to use people he cares about against him," the man said.

"This isn't how you beat me…" Hayden glared. "It's how you piss me off and get yourself hurt," he added.

"You won't do shit to me when I have their lives in my gunman's hands…Go ahead and try to be a hero, Hayden…" the man grinned. Hayden hesitated to get his gun; it would only take one shot to put this guy down, but what happened if his men were on his orders to kill his family and friends if anything happened to him. There was too much uncertainty in the situation, and Hayden couldn't risk it. No, he had to play this smart until he had an opening.

Finally, Hayden sighed and lowered his hand. "Fine…You win. What do you want? Who the hell are you anyway?"

"Your father never mentioned me? The former friend he betrayed and cost me everything?" the man remarked.

"Nope, not ringing any bells. My father wouldn't do that; he was a loyal, brave, selfless, great man and I will not let you run his name through the mud," Hayden glared.

"Perhaps you didn't know your father as well as you thought," the man glared. "I'm Dimitri Bludvist,"

"Dimitri?" Vincent spoke up now.

"You know him?" Hayden asked.

"As do I," Silas stated.

"Me too," Dustin sighed. "He was your father's old partner, Hayden, ever since he moved your family into the city when he and his brother had a falling out. About five years ago, Dimitri's family got killed; his wife and son. Dimitri accused your father of betraying him, which caused his family to be murdered,"

"We never got to the bottom of what happened. Dimitri quit the force and disappeared when we wouldn't arrest your father for the murder. We know your old man didn't do it, but Dimitri insisted it was his fault, and your father betrayed him. We wouldn't agree with it, so Dimitri left," Vincent continued.

"You never even launched an investigation!" Dimitri yelled.

"Spencer Haddock would never have betrayed anyone, Dimitri! He was a model cop and upheld the laws as if he wrote them himself; he had the skills and drive to run the entire force as Director!" Silas remarked.

"I don't care! You can all keep believing he's a saint but it's his fault my wife and son are dead!" Dimitri growled.

"Yeah…I've grown bored over here. I know what this is, so let's get it over with," Hayden walked up to one of the guys with a gun on Trayden. Hayden grabbed the guy's arm and moved the weapon, so the barrel was at his forehead.

"Hayden, no!" Trayden said.

"Here you go, Dimitri. You came to finish the job from two years ago, right? That's what you said, So just do it. Let the rest go and kill me…Put me out of my misery," Hayden stated. "Because if you don't…I'm going to show you what happens when you mess with me…"

Dimitri seemed to tense a bit at Hayden's tone. "Well, if you're gonna make it this easy…Fine. Shoot him," Dimitri ordered. The guy looked at Hayden, moving his finger to the trigger slowly. Hayden smirked now as the guy gasped in surprise.

"You shouldn't have hesitated…" Hayden said as he the guy panicked. Hayden shifted to the side, so the gun wasn't at his head anymore; he grabbed the man's wrist and twisted his wrist to make him drop the gun. Hayden brought back his left fist and punched the guy in the face. The guy stood there a second, shaking his head, but then he dropped and went unconscious.

"Oh, so you got some fight in you after all. I was beginning to think you weren't Spencer Haddock's son at all…" Dimitri grinned.

"Wipe that smile off your face before I come over there and smack it off. You're a coward without your weapons to hide behind. We both know you couldn't take me without them…You're a pussy," Hayden smirked. Dimitri's brow twitched in irritation.

"I can beat you without guns, but let's see if you can beat us by yourself," Dimitri countered.

"Bring it," Hayden challenged. "And if I win, you let them go and spend the rest of your life in prison, sound good?"

"And if you lose; you die," Dimitri stated.

"Seems fair. So let's go. Do I get the pleasure of fighting you, or all your goons first? I already got one down," Hayden asked.

"What the hell is he doing?" Dustin looked at Gabriel, who didn't answer. Gabriel saw Hayden's play now, but wouldn't say it out loud of Dimitri would catch on.

"Just like a video game, get to the boss," one of the men chuckled.

"All but four of you, weapons down…" Dimitri ordered. Only four with automatic weapons up and on Hayden's friends and family remained in place. Twelve surrounded Hayden, and Gabriel got nervous. "Have fun, boys," There was a still moment before one rushed in from behind.

Hayden narrowed his eyes as stepped to the right, leaving his left leg out and causing the guy to trip. Hayden lifted his knee when the male was falling, Hayden kicked him in the back of the head and stomped him down on the ground. Someone else charged in, fist out, but Hayden grabbed the guy's fist, twisting his wrist and cracking it, causing the male to howl in pain. Hayden bent a bit and elbowed the male in the gut, forcing him back before Hayden landed a right hook.

"Atta boy, kiddo!" Gabriel cheered.

"How is this exciting for you?!" Felicia scolded quickly. Two males ran at Hayden, he bent backward as they ended up hitting each other and falling back, but not unconscious, just rolling there for a second to recover.

"Because I know he won't lose," Gabriel looked at her.

"I don't understand. He's wicked outnumbered…And he's already hurt!" Rachel shot Gabriel an unamused look.

"You just said that he couldn't handle more than six…" Trayden reminded, worried for his boyfriend.

"Trust him…" Gabriel said.

So far, three of the twelve going against Hayden were unconscious. Hayden got grabbed from behind; his arms were pinned at his sides. Another person came in and socked Hayden in the stomach, making him bend over a bit and cough. Gabriel got nervous, being held in one place something Hayden didn't like.

"Shit…Hayden was never good with being restrained in training…" Gabriel remembered.

Hayden whipped his head back into the face of the person holding him, loosening the grip on his arms. Hayden used the man in front of him to run up the front of his body and kick him in the face, then break out of the person holding him and flip around to be behind. Hayden grabbed the back of his neck, and applied pressure, making him pass out.

"Haha, that was a combination of something Spencer and I both used," Gabriel grinned.

Someone tried to run at Hayden from behind, but all Hayden did was throw out his right arm to clothesline the guy and make him drop, holding his face. It just went on and for almost twenty minutes, and Hayden still had five people to go. But Hayden's fatigue was showing, and he was getting tired. One person was not meant to fight this many people at once.

"Gabriel, he can't keep this up!" Silas glared.

"But he can't stop, Dad…" Syrus mentioned. "If Hayden loses…They'll kill him…" Hayden threw his fist out to someone charging in from the left. Contact was made before Hayden twisted his body to throw a second punch and his the guy in the gut. Hayden brought his leg around and side-kicked the man in the head, causing him to go unconscious.

"And we're fucking useless to help him…" Trayden growled. Hayden got tacked down; he grunted as the person brought out a knife to stab Hayden in the throat. Hayden brought up his hands, ignoring the searing pain in his broken wrist as he held off the dagger. Hayden's arms fell a bit as the dagger stuck the left side of the ground next to Hayden's head. Hayden pushed it back again, but the guy nearly stabbed on the right. Thankfully, Hayden shifted his head, and the dagger pierced the ground.

It was downright scary to watch; if Hayden slipped up at any time, he'd be killed. Hayden forced the guy's hands back again, twisting the wrist to make the dagger slip and fall off to the side. Hayden dragged the guy forward and slammed his forehead into the enemies. Hayden shoved the guy back and kicked him in the balls. Hayden got his legs up brought up and kicked the man off of him. Hayden felt his broken wrist get stepped on hard; then his right side kicked, forcing him to roll over, holding where his ribs would be.

"Give it up, kid," Dimitri called. Hayden breathed hard, trying to deal with the pain.

"Oh…Say it…Say it, asshole…" Gabriel almost smirked.

"What? Say what?" Vincent asked.

"Come on…Trigger him…" Gabriel urged, watching closely as Hayden got himself standing up, but his head down.

"You're good, but not good enough. You just can't win," Dimitri grinned. Hayden flinched, lifting his head.

"Oh…Here we go," Gabriel got all giddy and excited. The others didn't understand, why was Gabriel acting this way?

"What did you say?" Hayden asked.

"You're good, but not good enough…Just like your father. He tried so hard too, got himself killed trying to save you and your mother. Give it up. You can't do it," Dimitri smirked. "Finish him!" he ordered. Within seconds, the remaining five circled Hayden to attack at the same time. Hayden's head was still down, but his fists clenched tightly.

"Now you're all in big trouble," Gabriel warned with a grin. One of the guys tried to land a direct hit on Hayden, but he stopped it with his left hand.

"Huh?" the guy said. Hayden lifted his head with a smirk now, a fire in his eyes. Hayden didn't notice the other person sneaking up behind him, but he didn't have to see it to act. Hayden was going in to punch the first man, but turned and punched the guy behind him; then whip back to the first male and punch him.

"Get him!" Dimitri demanded. Three charged at the same time while the other two were still recovering. Hayden bent down as one guy toppled over him. Hayden grabbed his shirt and pants, throwing him into the other guy coming his way. With them busy for a few seconds, Hayden faced the one in front of him. Hayden tried to punch with his right, but the guy dodged. This happened again when Hayden went in with his left. However, Hayden tried with his left again as the guy when to dodge, Hayden grinned.

"Psych!" Hayden stopped his left fist and homed in with his right, clocking the attacker in the face hard. Someone else rushed in as Hayden started blocking strikes with his arms. The guy got a quick grab at Hayden's throat, choking him.

"Hayden!" Trayden said with concern.

Hayden brought his arms down on the other guy's arm, stopping the choking process. Hayden span on his left leg, and kicked the guy back into one of the porch beams, knocking him out. Hayden heard another attack coming up from behind as he bent down a bit, driving his elbow into the guy's stomach, then snapping that same arm up to hit the guy in the face with the backside top part of his hand. The others couldn't believe; Hayden was kicking ass.

"I told you…If you tell Hayden that he can't do it…His pride says; Oh, yes I fucking can," Gabriel told them, knowing they were curious. Now it made sense why Gabriel hoped that Dimitri would set Hayden off by saying you can't do it. Hayden caught his second wind, and he wasn't going to stop.

Hayden backed up from another hit, blocking the punch before he kicked the guy in the balls. Hayden grabbed the front of his jacket and threw him into another person coming. There were only two left now. Hayden faced both glaring. Both stared at Hayden now, then peered around at their unconscious teammates.

"What's the matter? Scared?" Hayden asked.

"You're fucking crazy, kid," one said, backing up.

"Yes, yes I am…" Hayden crouched low and kicked one of the guy's legs out from under him, as he was falling; Hayden kicked him back into a tree; he passed out. The last guy shook his head, scared, and tried to run off. Hayden sighed as he stuck his leg out, tripping the guy; he hit the ground face first, knocking out. "Well…That was anti-climatic…" Hayden shrugged.

"Enough of this!" Dimitri grabbed the gun off the man on his left, stalking forward and pointing the gun at Hayden's head. The others bit back, freezing.