Chapter 21: Daemon And Samuel, Beginning Recovery

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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN KHR ALL CREDIT GOES TO AMANO AKIRA-SENSEI.  ALL I OWN IS THE PLOT OF THIS STORY.

I'm so sorry I took so long in updating, almost two months.  Finally I update, took me long enough.  I don't know whether you're all going to be kind of disappointed in this chapter or not, but I hope you all like it.  The other day July 7th I think I was walking home from walking (exercise walk) with my mom when we saw a dead person on a stretcher being wheeled over to a hearse.  I didn't feel like typing after that.  Also I want to let you guys know that soon, well not actually sure when, but soon I'll be writing a new story.  So I really hope to be updating soon, hopefully I don't take too long this time.  Sorry for any bad spelling or grammar.  Also thanks for reading.

Enjoy

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While Knuckles continued treating Tsuna and Lambo the rest of the first generation left and went to where the rest of the tenth generation were. They didn't want to leave, but they knew that eventually the tenth generation would find their way there and start to ask questions. They had a right to know after all two people they cared for were fighting for their life, on the brink of death, but the first generation wanted to explain things to them as best they could, and as calmly as possible. But considering the situation calm was out of the question.

But for now the best option was to be there for the kids while they rested and try to at least be some sort of support to them, and figure out a way on how exactly to tell them all the current situation that Tsuna and Lambo were in.

They also had one more important thing they all needed to know. What was the thing that was injected in them all. And if their was any possibility that it was still in them, and causing any harm. The only way to know for sure is to hear the answer from the one person who knows, Jonathon holds all the answers to what they want.

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Instead of handing Jonathon to the authorities Alaude decided to interrogate him. His accomplices had been given over to the authorities, but not Jonathon. Alaude wanted to in a way show him hell for what he had done to the kids. And even though he hated the idea to agree, Alaude allowed Daemon to help in the interrogation or rather torture in Daemon's case. After all he wanted to know what Daemon knew about this person since Daemon seemed to know this man.

Alaude along with Daemon were currently standing in front of one of the officers who had immediately tried to take Jonathon into their custody, but considering how scary Alaude and Daemon were, and how in a foul mood they were at the moment no one wanted to get in their way. Or give their own suggestions without having to fear what might happen to them.

Currently Alaude, Daemon and Jonathon were in one of the rooms that was the most secured interrogation room in the station(I'll use station referring to police station) that was so generously provided by the yard. Alaude had asked, more like demanded for the most secure room with no possibility of escape to interrogate Jonathon, and what person in their right senses would and could refuse Alaude when he was glaring at them.

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(Daemon's POV)

I could think of so many way to torture him, to make him feel the same or maybe even worse than he did to the kids. I still couldn't believe that he would do such a thing, that Jonathon would dare hurt children for his own ambitions. That the man I once knew would become into....this monster.

Leaning against the wall I watched as Alaude questioned Jonathon, 'Well I guess I'll just how far Jonathon can hold out before breaking under his interrogations.' I thought with a sigh.

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