Everything had happened so damned fast. Nathaniel had been sitting on the couch, silently berating himself for his inability to successfully fight off the Masked, and keeping a weather eye on Anders. Not that he expected the man to do anything rash, but he had developed a strong feeling of protectiveness towards Anders as of late.

The span of time that passed between the Masked breaking in through the door and Anders being knocked unconscious was all of thirty seconds, at most. Thirty seconds of complete chaos.

He watched in horror as Anders started to glow blue, his eyes becoming empty sockets of pure light. The voice that eminated from him chilled Nathaniel to the bone. For the first time, he saw the chilling results of Anders' and Justice's merging. This was not his lover, nor was it his friend Justice.

A loud shout of rage emanates from him as he watches several of the Masked attack Anders ruthlessly, but he doesn't even have a chance to go on the defense. While Anders is being knocked out by a few of the Masked, four or five go after Nathaniel; they catch him easily and pin him to the ground. There is a flash of agonizing pain in his back before everything goes dark.