Brice grunted slightly from his impact into the side of the building. He zipped out of the person shaped impact hole and approached his thirteen year old sister and their cousins, who were each hovering a short distance away from the monster. Bailey glanced over at Brice as he rejoined the other five teenagers.

"Now, I understand what mom went through when she did this sort of thing at my age," he said.

"Weren't our dads also doing this when they were our age, Brice?" Bailey asked.

"I think so," he replied before his gaze flicked towards where Bree hovered and noticed the look of alarm on her face.

He zipped over to her and turned her so that she was facing him.

"Bree, what is it?" he questioned.

"Something's wrong. We need to get home now, Brice," Bree replied.

"Bryan, take Bree home. The rest of us will finish up here," Brice added.

"Got it, Brice. Come on, sis," Bryan replied as he took off towards the suburbs, followed by Bree.

Brianna and Bailey watched as their two blonde cousins headed in the direction of the suburbs.

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Once they'd reached the suburbs, Bree was overcome by an even stronger feeling of dread, one that made her waver slightly. Bryan glanced over at his sister, only to see her plummet towards the concrete below.

"Bree!" he cried and dove straight at her in order to catch her.

Now holding his sister in his arms, Bryan looked down at her and noticed how pale her skin was.

"Come on, Bree. Wake up," he pleaded.

But Bree's eyes remained shut, which made Bryan put on a burst of speed. Moments later, he came in sight of his house and he landed on the front lawn before entering the house. He was so focused on Bree that he failed to notice the state of the living room. After placing a still unconscious Bree on the couch, Bryan moved back from the couch a little bit. Movement from behind a nearby potted plant drew his gaze away from Bree, only to see his mom emerge from her current hiding spot and approached the sixteen year old.

"Bryan?" Bubbles questioned.

Bryan rose from his crouched position in front of the couch and took notice of the various scrapes and cuts that were evident on her face.

"What happened to you, mom?" Bryan asked.

"Your father did this to me, in front of your twin brother and sister," Bubbles replied before she started weeping in front of her oldest son.

Just then, Bree came to and groaned as she slowly sat up, only to see her mom softly sobbing into her hands.

"Mom?" she questioned in a soft voice, which made both Bryan and Bubbles look over at her.

Bryan rejoined his younger sister.

"You okay now, Bree?" he asked.

"Yeah. Um, what happened to the living room?" Bree asked.

The moment she'd asked that question, Bree was overcome by the same feeling of dread that had caused her to pass out when she and Bryan were heading home.

"Mom, where are the twins?" she demanded.

"Your father took them after he attacked me," Bubbles said sadly.

"Wait. Dad attacked you? How?"

"Does it matter how dad attacked mom, Bree?" Bryan snapped.

Bree shot her older brother a withering look before she joined her mom.

"I thought your father loved me enough to turn his back on his inherent evil nature for good, kids, but the pull of his inherent evil nature proved stronger than his love for me. I have no other option but to kill your father and rescue your twin brother and sister," Bubbles said firmly.

Bryan and Bree exchanged a look.

"Let us go instead, mom. Maybe we can reason with dad," Bree put in.

Bubbles looked at her two oldest children and saw the determination in their faces.

"No. The two of you aren't ready to take on the difficult choice of having to kill your own dad. I've already experienced your dad's demise once before when I was five, so I know what to do."

Bryan slipped behind his mom while she was facing Bree and Bree took a step towards her mom.

"Forgive us for what's about to happen to you, mom," she said.

"What are you talking about, hon-?" Bubbles started to ask, only to feel Bryan firmly press down on an area near the side of her neck and her eyelids slid closed before she went limp in her oldest son's arms.

Bryan gently placed his mom on the couch.

"I'm sorry for doing that to you, mom," he murmured before he joined Bree and the two siblings left the house together in order to both confront their dad and rescue their twin brother and sister.

They each knew that they'd only be returning with Ben and Bianca. Halfway out of the suburbs, Bryan realized that what he and Bree were about to do meant that their mom was unprotected in their absence. He glanced over at Bree, only to find her looking back at him.

"You want me to go back and keep mom safe if dad shows up, don't you, big brother?" she asked Bryan.

He nodded.

"Mom needs you there, little sister."

"Just be careful, Bryan," Bree begged.

"I will be. Don't you worry, Bree," Bryan replied.