Guns and Lockets |Newtmas and mafia|

Newt:
He's actually really cute, Newt thought. Newt couldn't believe that was what he was thinking about. He was just almost killed and he was thinking about how cute he thought Tommy was.
"Are you okay?" Thomas asked.
"Yeah," Newt said. "I'm fine."
Newt looked away from Tommy's face and looked at the roof where the gargoyle was. There was a silhouette of a person looking down at him. He couldn't tell who it was. Tommy turned his head to try and see what Newt was looking at, but the silhouette moved out of the way.
The front door opened and Newt's father walked out. He saw the gargoyle and looked at Newt and Tommy. He paled.
"Oh, my..." Lance said.
Tommy got up and helped Newt to his feet. Lance headed over to Newt. He put his hands on Newt's shoulders and looked intently into Newt's eyes.
"Are you alright?" Lance asked.
"Yeah," Newt said. "Tommy pushed me out of the way."
Lance didn't think it was safe for Newt to stay outside and had Newt go inside the estate. Newt and Tommy went to his room. Tommy was putting the clothes he packed in a dresser and Newt was looking at the portrait of his mother. Newt's mother died less than a year ago. Newt's mother taught Newt how to gamble, and a few things with a knife. She died before she could teach Newt anything more, like using a gun or martial arts.

"If someone was to attack me," Newt's mother said when he was fourteen. She was demonstrating a self defense mechanism with a knife. "Most likely they would sneak up from behind and try to cut my throat, strangle me, or try to nock me out with Chloroform."
Newt's mother turned to her partner. He honestly looked terrified.
"Attack me," Newt's mother said. "Try to strangle me."
Newt's mother turned around again and her partner tried to attack her. He snuck behind her and put his hands around her throat, but didn't squeeze.
"After the start of the attack," Newt's mother said. She got a knife out of a sheath she wore that was disguised as a purse. "Waste no time and stab them in the eye."
Newt's mother quickly raised the knife and jammed it toward her partner's eye. Her partner shut his eyes in fear, and Newt's mother stopped moving the knife seconds away from it making impact. The tip of the knife was touching her partner's eyelid.
"Now," Newt's mother said. "Normally when you stab them in the eye, they stop what they're doing because, well, they were just fucking stabbed in the eye."
Newt's mother never censored herself in front of Newt.
"When they stop, you rip the knife out and you run," Newt's mother said. Her partner was shaking after the demonstration. Newt's mother smiled at Newt. "Do you understand?"
"I think so," Newt said. "But what do you do if they don't stop the attack?"
Newt's mother turned back to her partner. Her pretended to attack her again.
"After you stab their eye and they don't stop," Newt's mother said. "You rip it out and stab them in the thigh. You want to do what you can do to stop them without killing them. You only kill them if it is necessary, and you stab them in the neck if you need to kill them."
Newt's mother then demonstrated everywhere she could possibly stab an attacker without being able to see them. Not being able to see them because they were behind her. After she was done demonstrating, her partner looked like he was about to faint.
"Now," Newt's mother said. "Did you get all that?"
"Yeah," Newt said.
"Great," Newt's mother said. She pointed to her partner. "Now try it on him."
The partner fainted.
"Oh, well," Newts mother said. "I guess you could try it on me."

Newt loved his mother very much and didn't want to think of her death. It was so sudden. So...no. He wouldn't think about it. Newt touched a locket that he was wearing. It was the very locket his mother had worn, and she had given it to Newt before she died. The locket was silver and it was in the shape of a heart. And if someone looked close enough, they would see—
"Are you alright?" Tommy asked.
Newt tucked the locket into his shirt and turned to face Tommy.
"Yeah," Newt said. "You done unpacking?"
    "Yes," Tommy said.
There was a knock on Newt's door and Marcy entered.
"Dinner is ready," Marcy said.
Newt and Tommy walked down the stairs. Tommy had to follow Newt because they had dinner in Newt's bedroom the night before and Thomas didn't know where the dining room was. And because he couldn't leave Newt.
On the way to the dining room, Newt and Tommy walked by the room Lance was normally in. The room had double doors and one of them was open a crack. There was a dim light coming from the room. Newt stopped and looked in. Newt saw his father sitting at the desk. He was pouring whiskey into a glass from a bottle that was less than half full. A bottle that Newt saw completely full earlier that day.
Newt's father had started drinking after his mother died. Lance also didn't spend much time with Newt after the death of his mother. Either Lance was busy with work, or he was drinking. Newt felt someone touch his shoulder. It was Tommy.
"Newt?" Tommy asked.
Newt closed the door to the room and continued walking to the dining room.
The dining room consisted of a long mahogany table with six chairs on either side and one chair on each end. The table was on a rug, and there was a fireplace. To Newt's dismay, there was a large portrait of himself above the fireplace. Newt despised the portrait. It was painted when he turned seventeen and he had to pose for hours. In the portrait, Newt was wearing a pinstripe suit. His hair, which was normally messy, was combed back.
"You have a massive portrait of yourself in your dining room?" Tommy asked.
"Unfortunately," Newt said. "I hate the portrait."
"I think you look good in it," Tommy said.
For some reason the comment made Newt blush, and Newt turned away to hide it. The food was already on the table. One plate was at the end of the table Newt always sat at. The end closest to the fireplace. There was another plate of food set on the side of the table. It was at the chair closest to Newt's seat. If Newt were to sit down in his seat, Tommy's seat would be to the left of his.
Newt sat down at the end of the table closest to the fireplace, and Tommy sat in his seat. After Tommy sat down, he looked to his left.
"Why do you have a dart board in the dining room?" Tommy asked.
The dart board was across from Newt's seat on the other side of the room.
"My mother liked to throw darts," Newt said. "And knives."
"Knives?" Tommy asked.
Newt picked up a steak knife by his plate and threw it at the board. It hit directly in the middle of the board. Tommy gawked at the board.
"Did your mother teach you that?" Tommy asked.
"Yes," Newt said.
"What else did she teach you?" Tommy asked.
"A few other things with a knife, and how to gamble," Newt said.
Newt's mother had planned to teach Newt more before she was...Newt refused to think about that night. He had nightmares about that night frequently, and whenever he did he woke up in a cold sweat.
The night he dreamed about so frequently was the night Newt's mother died. And she didn't die from cancer. Newt's mother was murdered.