Supernatural: Empaths and Viruses

A/N: Hello, folks, I'm back with a new chapter and I'm so looking forward to the weekend since things have been a bit hectic at my movie job. _

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.


CHAPTER THREE: AN EXCHANGE OF INFORMATION

"Behold, he hath heard my cry by day, and he hath given me knowledge by visions in the nighttime."

2 Nephi 4:23

Once the cops were gone, they drove their cars to the motel, and the Winchesters let the Idris twins into their motel room, where Liz quickly filled two glasses with water and gave Sam painkillers, which Hannah politely refused.

"They don't help, trust me I've tried."

Sam exchanged a look with Dean and Liz before looking back at her. "You're shielding your emotions and I can't even sense them."

"I've got a lot…" Hannah paused for a moment, took a breath and began again. "I've got a lot of practice in controlling my emotions, and that was even before I became empathic last year."

Sam nodded. "Your autism."

"How do you know that?" Ricky asked, standing behind the chair his twin was sitting on; he still wasn't sure if they should trust the Winchesters or not.

"A friend of ours works at the FBI and she gave us a lot of info on you both," Liz explained, placing two folders on the table with their pictures on the front. "So we know that you both were born five weeks early on October 15, 1982, you both turned twenty-two back in 2004, and you both developed your abilities some time after that, probably before you turned twenty-three last year."

"I'm surprised an FBI agent can get all of that on a single person," Hannah remarked. "I guess it's true that Big Brother is always watching."

"Our friend isn't an agent exactly, but she does work with the BAU team," Dean corrected, "and we know that there are others who also have abilities."

"Others? How many?"

"We're not entirely sure," Sam said honestly, "but we do know that they develop abilities like mind control, visions, telekinesis, etc. it varies from child to child."

Ricky frowned and glanced at Hannah, who nodded. "Okay, assuming that you're all telling the truth, what does it have to do with what's happening at the theater?"

Liz sighed and placed the bag she'd found on the table, carefully opening it. "At first we thought we were dealing with a vengeful spirit," she explained, "but because of this, it looks like we're dealing with black magic instead."

"What…like some Voldemort wannabe?"

Dean shook his head. "No, this isn't something like you'd find in Harry Potter; that's a hex bag," he said, pointing to the objects lying on the inside of the cloth bag. "Those are bird bones, rabbit's teeth, and I'll bet that the cloth was cut from the fabric of one of the theater walls and then covered up so that no one would notice."

"So…what you're saying is that a witch is summoning some dark spirit to pass judgment on anyone who does something wrong that could harm the theater, the employees, or even the customers?" Ricky asked, finally sitting down.

Liz shrugged. "Pretty much."

"You can't block out any emotions can you?" Hannah asked Sam, suddenly changing the subject, and her twin sighed.

"Hannah…"

"Humor me, Ricky."

"Not really," Sam admitted, actually glad that he couldn't sense her emotions, it was already hard enough with extra people in the room. "And it's been several months at least since I first developed it."

"I'm guessing that it isn't your first ability," Ricky said, privately relieved to get off the topic of witches for the moment. "Am I right?"

Sam nodded. "I've been having visions, which started last year," he answered. "They started out as nightmares, which started out with the death of my girlfriend…" he swallowed and then continued, doing his best to ignore the emotions coming from both the twins and his siblings. "We all develop different abilities; there's a guy in Oklahoma who can do mind control with just his voice…well, I'm different."

"We've noticed," said Hannah and Ricky together with twin-speak that made the Winchesters grin in response. "Can you control the visions?"

Sam shook his head. "No, I never know when they'll pop up, only I get a really bad headache right before they hit, and I usually end up curling into a ball as a result. Beyond that and the empathy…" he shrugged.

"Well, it's obvious that your emotions are like an open book, Sam," Hannah remarked, and then she then looked at both Dean and Liz. "You two, on the other hand, your emotions are just beneath the surface," she added, surprising them. "If someone knows where to look, they can be found, and I'm sure it's easy for Sam since you're siblings."

Both Dean and Liz flushed while Sam was impressed.

"You both don't let your emotions out very often," Hannah told Dean and Liz, bemused. "Unlike your sister, you feel like you have to be strong all the time and concentrate more on helping others than yourself." She then frowned. "You've all lost someone you cared about recently…a death in the family maybe."

"It was our dad," Liz answered when it was apparent that neither Dean nor Sam wanted to say anything. "About four months ago."

"We're sorry," Ricky said honestly. "So, did you come here for us or for what's happening at the theater?"

"Mainly the theater," Dean answered, "but you both as well. Do either of you know anyone at the theater who might keep to themselves or dress in a manner that you normally wouldn't see at work?"

Both Hannah and Ricky shrugged. "Not that we know of."

"Sam," Hannah said, looking at the youngest Winchesters, "if you'd like…I…" she took a breath "…I can teach you how to block the emotions of others, and even how to filter if you like," she offered.

"Yes please," Sam agreed, gratefully, and it was obvious that both Dean and Liz felt the same way. "I can't go into public without almost collapsing every time."

Hannah chuckled. "Yeah, it can be overwhelming…" she then frowned. "It's affecting your sleeping and eating habits, too."

This surprised the Winchesters; well it surprised Sam while both Dean and Liz had suspected it being behind why both his appetite and his sleep were suffering lately. "It is?"

"Believe me, it happen to me too in the beginning and freaked our parents out big time," Hannah confirmed, smiling slightly.

"So, your parents know about your abilities?" Dean asked, now wondering if this was going to be a good thing or a bad thing.

Both Hannah and Ricky flushed, but they also nodded.

"It isn't something that we could just keep secret from our entire family," Ricky explained. "I even told my wife Melinda, who sees my ability to move objects as a blessing since it means I can get something from the top self for her when she needs it and I happen to be home at the t-"

The Winchesters were surprised and then worried when Ricky cut himself off and both he and Hannah rose as one with a peculiar distant expression etched across their faces, and it almost seemed like they were staring at something that only they could see.

"Hannah? Ricky?"

Several seconds passed and then the twins recovered, both shaking their head slightly, and flushed at the concern expressions of the Winchesters.

"Sorry," Hannah apologized, "we just had a vision."

"A vision?"

"Since when do you have visions without headaches?" Sam asked, surprised.

Before either of them could answer, there was a hammering on the motel door, and Dean, Liz, and Sam all immediately went for their handguns when Ricky went to the door.

"What're you doing? You don't know who's on the other side," Liz protested.

Ricky chuckled in a guilty manner. "Actually, I do," he admitted as he unlocked the door and opened it enough to let a tall man with chestnut brown hair streaked with silver, gray eyes, and was wearing a old, brown leather jacket that bore a faded tiger on the back with the name Da Nang written on the back along with the years 1965-1973 over a red flannel shirt, faded blue jeans, and brown work boots. "This is our grandpa, Lloyd Idris."

"Johnny told me that you had a vision, Hannah," Lloyd told them while eying the Winchesters. "Who are they?"

"Grandpa, these are the Winchesters," Hannah said quickly. "Dean, Liz, and Sam."

Lloyd stared at the siblings, almost as if he recognized the name. "Winchester? You John Winchester's kids?" he asked.

Dean, Liz, and Sam exchanged a confused look. "Yes, sir."

A look of understanding crossed the older man's face. "I thought I recognized that '67 Impala out there," he muttered to himself. "Ricky, you and Hannah go out and wait by your car, and you three pack your stuff up, I'm gettin' you all out of this motel right now."


Ten minutes later, the Winchesters had everything loaded up into the Impala and they were now following the Idris twins in Ricky's car and their grandfather in his pale green '04 Ford Ranger from the East Bay area, and into the countryside.

"How does this guy know about our dad?" Sam wondered, checking a map of the city with his flashlight; they still weren't sure of how Lloyd had figured out which motel room was theirs, how it was possible for Hannah and Ricky to have visions on top of the empathy and the telekinesis, or even how Lloyd could possibly know their dad.

"I've no idea," Dean admitted, spooked by it all. "Unless he served in the same Marine unit like dad did, you saw what was on the back of his jacket?"

Liz nodded as she leaned in between them. "I did, it said Da Nang on the back along with the years 1965 to 1973. The same years that dad spent over in Vietnam."

Both Sam and Dean exchanged a look with her. "I guess we'll find out more whenever we get to wherever he's leading us."

"Guess so."


It was almost an hour later, after taking several back roads and avoiding both Geneva Road and Center Street, to reach the house; they followed the two vehicles up the circular driveway, noticed all of the Halloween decorations that were already set up, and over to the garage, where Lloyd directed them into the only empty stall.

"You can bring your gear inside later," he told the Winchesters when they got out of their car, "right now let's get you all inside." And he lead them through a side door and into a nearby hallway, where they were promptly greeted by Hannah's dog, Adric, who didn't bark but did give his owner a concern look, almost as if he could sense that something was wrong.

"Hi, Adric," Hannah said, kneeling down and hugging his neck for a moment. "These are the Winchesters and they're friends," she added and he cocked his head in a manner that seemed to say that he understood completely. "Good boy."

"Everyone should be in the living room," Lloyd said. "Well, Chika should be asleep by now along with Hinto," he amended and gave his granddaughter an inquiring look and she nodded, proving him right. "This way."

He led them down the hallway and into the main area, where Dorothea, Elvis, Gero, Avalon, Doli, and Melinda were sitting on the couches and chairs, and had clearly been waiting for them to arrive. "I found them and they're all right."

"Thank the Lord," Dorothea gasped, standing and moving over to the twins, hugging them both tightly, much to their embarrassment. "When Johnny told us about the vision and you both going off like that…we were so worry! Lloyd insisted on looking for you both alone and used the GPS system on your phones to find you."

'That answers the question of how Lloyd knew which motel room to go to,' Dean thought while Dorothea finished lecturing Hannah and Ricky before finally noticing him, Sam, and Liz. "Hi."

"Who are they?" Dorothea asked.

"These are the Winchesters, Dorothea," Lloyd said promptly. "Dean, Liz, and Sam, their father is John Winchester, who I served with back in Vietnam," he added.

Dorothea was still looking uncertain while Elvis stood, strode over, and shook their hands. "Welcome to Provo, folks; Dorothea, honey, why don't you fix up some hot chocolate for everyone?" he suggested; his wife nodded and quickly left for the kitchen. "Have a seat."

"Thanks."

While Dean, Sam, and Liz seated themselves on a couple of empty chairs, both Elvis and Lloyd seated themselves on one of the couches with Hannah and Adric, while Ricky sat next to his wife, taking her hand.

"Uh, we're wondering how it is you know our dad, sir?" Sam asked, feeling slightly awkward due to the mixture of emotions that he was sensing from everyone in the room.

Lloyd sighed as Dorothea came back with a tray of mugs holding fresh hot chocolate with whip cream and chocolate sprinkles, and passed them around.

"I meet your dad in Vietnam, in the Da Nang region when his unit was stationed in the same base as me in the year 1970; I was 27 years old at the time and serving as a chaplain, covering all of the religious bases, your father was just 16 years old and had clearly lied about his age in order to enlist into the marines. He was a good man and a decent sniper, especially after his first time out in the field, and it wasn't easy for anyone over there as you all most likely know."

The Winchesters nodded, they knew that the Vietnam War had more protests against it than even the current terrorist war going on the Middle East, and that most Vietnam vets had ended up coming back damaged physically, emotionally, and even mentally with what was now called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or PTSD.

"John was one of the lucky few that managed to stay…stable," Lloyd continued, blowing on his hot chocolate before taking a sip. "Most of the men in his and other units weren't as lucky, and I had to pray over more than one dead body during those three years. He and I became good friends during that time, I was sort of a father figure to him, since his own father disappeared when he was a kid, and in '73 when we both shipped back to the States we stayed in contact, him in Lawrence, Kansas and me here in Provo with my family; he wrote to me about meeting your mom, Mary, the fate of her parents, and even invited me to the wedding a few months later, where I got to be his best man.

"The only time I didn't hear from your father was after your mom died in that fire, and I was surprised when he suddenly showed up on my doorstep last year without any of you. He told me that he knew that a demon had killed your mom and gave me full details of what he'd been doing for the past twenty-two years, raising you kids to be hunters, tracking down any leads that he could on Mary's killer, and how he was certain that he was close to finding a way to kill the demon itself; mind you, being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I was more than a little skeptical about what he was telling me, but I did listen, and he had me promised that if any of you were to show up here in town that I would look after you all, and I fully intend to keep that promise, especially now that you're here."

There were several seconds of silence while everyone gathered processed all of this, and then Dean found his voice.

"That's a generous offer, sir, but we were pretty settled in the motel."

Lloyd chuckled. "Dean, you're even worse at lying than your dad was," he stated, making the oldest Winchester flushed. "Now, I know that you may have mixed feelings for church members, guys, but when we make promises we keep them and I'm not about to break the promise I made to your dad. Where is he anyways? Did he kill that demon?"

"Uh, no," Liz answered, swallowing to keep the tears back as she told them all what had happen roughly four months ago, including what the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel, had done to both her and Sam in order to force their father to make a deal that'd caused his soul to be taken down to Hell, and about the special children they were looking for. "…and that's also part of the reason of why we're in town, that, and the trouble at the movie theater."

The Idris family was floored by all of this, including the fact that Azazel was the reason behind Hannah's empathy and Ricky's telekinesis.

"Wait, you mean that this demon entered my home in order to feed Hannah and Ricky some of his blood when they were both six months old?" Elvis asked, filled with disbelief. "Now I know that things like demons do exist, but they need permission in order to do that, or some weakness to exploit."

"Azazel did find a weakness, sir," Dean said seriously. "For our mom, it was killing her parents and our dad back in 1973; he went after couples, the women mainly, that he figured would be perfect breeders for his own personal army, and made deals with them in order to save a family member or even a loved one who was dying of either an illness or even an accident; we don't know how many exactly only he did from the year 1972 to the year 1983, and maybe even beyond that, but that's only a rough guess."

Dorothea suddenly gasped and placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. "That wasn't a doctor that I talked to back then, was it?"

"What're you talking about, honey?" Elvis asked, confused.

Dorothea swallowed. "It was before I joined the church, even before I meet the missionaries," she explained. "I was nineteen and had just started at BYU shortly after graduating from Provo High with honors and a full-ride scholarship for interior design; my – my mom, Andrea, suddenly collapsed one day and ended up in the hospital, where the doctors discovered that she had advanced non-small-cell lung carcinoma, which hadn't been detected during her last physical, which had been two months ago, and just the fact alone that she had cancer at all was a shock to both me and my grandmother Martha since my mom never smoked a day in her life.

"The doctors estimated that she had at most a month, maybe two, to live since this was at a time that particular medical practices didn't exist yet and no one knew just how bad smoking was for the human body; I visited with her as often as I could, prayed as hard as I could, and I was getting myself some water one day when this doctor I'd never seen before approached me about my mom's condition. He – he told me that he could help my mom get better and I was so desperate by that point that I said yes; he took me into a empty room and told me that he could do it, but only if I agreed to let him come back in ten years in order to ask for something.

"I didn't know what he meant by that, but I agreed repeatedly in order to save my mom when his eyes did something strange…they flickered yellow for a moment, but I figured it was just a trick of the light, and then he kissed me directly on the lips before leaving and I never saw him again after that. My mom got better and I made myself forget about the encounter; I meet with missionaries after that and joined the church two years later."

"He did come back," Sam told them seriously. "Exactly six months after both Hannah and Ricky were born five weeks early, he came back to collect on the Deal in the middle of the night."

Dorothea's face paled. "He was here? In our house? But I didn't hear anything."

"And I was on the road doing a overnight delivery," Elvis added, stunned.

"Most mothers don't wake up," Liz explained. "There's only been two other mothers, beside our own, who did wake up and ended up getting killed by Azazel."

"What would've happen had I woken up that night?" Dorothea asked and the Winchesters exchanged uncomfortable looks. "I need to know since I let a monster into my house and had it do something to my children."

Dean sighed; he didn't want to tell them, but it was obvious from Dorothea's expression that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"It isn't pleasant," he warned them, giving Hannah, Ricky, and their siblings an apologetic look. "Had you entered the nursery that night, Azazel would've pinned you to the wall first, keeping you from screaming for help and then move you up onto the ceiling directly above your children's cribs; after that, he would've slashed your stomach, waited until your husband would come running into the room in a panic. At first he wouldn't see anything wrong until your blood would start dripping into the cribs, he would then look up, see you there, and scream your name seconds before you would burst into flames right in front of them. You would've died and your children would have to live without a mother for the rest of their lives."

Silence fell over the room as Dorothea gasped and put a hand to her chest while Elvis pulled Gero, Avalon, and Doli close to him, Lloyd put an arm around Hannah's shoulders, and Ricky pulled Melinda close to him, placing a protective hand on her belly where their unborn child was growing and developing.

"No wonder that your dad became obsessed," Lloyd finally said after about a minute and looked over at Sam, who was getting a headache from all of the emotions in the room. "I'm guessing you have an ability, Sam?"

Sam nodded. "Several actually; but the first one I developed shortly after my twenty-second birthday was visions, which first started out as nightmares that I had when I was asleep…and I was reluctant to believe that they real until they actually came true."

"How did they come true?" Gero asked, speaking up for the first time that night.

"My girlfriend died in the same manner as our mom," Sam answered, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "At first I thought it was Azazel, but I now know that he ordered her death and the demon responsible is out there somewhere."

Gero winced. "Sorry I asked."

"What other abilities do you have, son?" Elvis asked.

"Telekinesis, mind control, which we've nicknamed the Jedi Mind trick," Sam responded, counting off on his fingers. "Super strength, which we call Hulk strength, and I'm also empathic like Hannah. We do know that there's a girl somewhere in California who can stop people's hearts with a touch, and there was a guy who could electrocute people to death if he wanted to, but he was killed by a rogue hunter that we're trying to id."

Both Dean and Liz realized that Sam had neglected to mention that he could also electrocute someone, but figured that it didn't matter since he pretty much had that one under control and most people who accidentally did get a mild shock from him blamed it on static electricity…thankfully.

"I can also sense demons, too," Sam added. "If I'm within hundred feet of someone who's possessed, then I can usually pick up on the demon hiding inside their form."

"That must really annoy the demons," Avalon remarked.

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, it tends to."

"But why is this Azazel guy doing all of this?" Doli asked, frowning. "What does he have planned?"

"We don't really know," Liz admitted. "I was able to pick up on some bits and pieces while he was possessing me, and we're guessing that he wants Sam, Hannah, Ricky, and the other special children to play some kind of role in his future army; but that's if you accept the role he wants you to play."

Ricky scowled. "Well, I'm sure as hell-"

"Ricky! Language!" Dorothea snapped, making her oldest son flushed.

'Stuck in the middle of Mormonville,' Dean thought, repressing an eye-roll.

"Sorry, mom," Ricky apologized. "But I'm not playing any role that jerk has planned for me."

"Me either," Hannah agreed and then noticed how Sam was rubbing his forehead. "Um, mom, dad, Grandpa Lloyd; Sam doesn't quite have the same control over his empathy like I do, so maybe we should take this up again in the morning," she suggested, recalling all too well her own experience with too many emotions in the same place.

"It is getting late," Elvis agreed, checking his watch. "Hannah, how about you help your mom set up the guestrooms for Sam, Dean, and Liz while the rest of us clean up the kitchen."

"And I best be getting back to the ranch," Lloyd agreed, standing up. "Or else Adsila will have my hide."

"You better call ahead, dad, or else she might beam you with a rolling pin the moment you enter the front door," Elvis suggested.

Lloyd chuckled. "Yeah, she probably would." And pulled out his cell phone to do just that.


A few minutes later, the Winchesters collected their bags from their car and each had their own room; the room Liz was set up in was on the east side of the house and the walls were painted a light green and covered with tulip sponge prints, the ceiling was painted sky blue with white clouds sponged on and a golden sun painted around the ceiling lamp, the floor was covered with a grass-green carpet, and the drapes surrounding the large window were made out of sunflower print fabric, giving the whole room a rather cheerful air.

There was a queen-sized bed covered with a golden-brown comforter, a multi-flower print quilt folded at the foot, and two pillows covered with forest green pillow cases; above the bed on either side was a picture of the Provo Temple and a picture of Joseph Smith's First Vision with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Next to the bed was a light brown nightstand with a green lamp with a rose print shade; there was also a light brown Chester drawers covered with golden sun prints, a small light blue vanity with a gold-gilded mirror above it and a light brown chair in front of it, and a closest with light brown sliding doors.

Liz set her bags on the bed and went to another light brown door that lead into the connecting bathroom. 'I already feel like I'm standing in the middle of a meadow, and I'll either scream or collapse with hysterical laughter if there's more flowers designs beyond this door.'

Bracing herself, she turned the golden doorknob and pushed the door open slowly, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight inside; unlike the bedroom, the floor was covered with white, diamond-shaped, marble tiles and smaller dark blue, diamond-shaped glass tiles mixed in, the walls were also painted dark blue with silver star sponge prints, and there was a dark blue rug in front of the dark green shower/tub combo, which looked like a Jacuzzi.

The toilet was dark green with a dark brown wooden seat cover, on the wall was a silver towel bar with two large dark green towels, plus a wash cloth, and on a second silver bar was a dark green hand towel; the sink was a dark green with silver handles and a silver spout, above it was a silver gilded mirror cabinet, and on the ceiling was a silver ceiling lamp.

Liz returned to the bedroom and began unpacking her bags, storing her clothes and various items away since she and her brothers weren't sure of how long it would take them to find out who was summoning the spirit or how long it would take Hannah to train Sam in controlling his empathic ability; she was hanging up her skirts in the closest when there was a knock on the light brown door.

"Come in."

Hannah opened the door and stepped inside with several green fleece blankets covering one arm. "Getting settled in, Liz?"

"Just finishing up," Liz answered; placing the last of her skirts on a hanger in the closet before sliding the door shut, and then went over to the bed to remove her bags. "Blankets?"

"In case you get cold during the night," Hannah responded and nodded to the room design. "So, I'm guessing you're a bit overwhelmed by the flower room?"

Liz rolled her eyes. "And I thought it was annoying when Sam did that," she grumbled while Hannah just grinned. "Yeah, I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a meadow or something."

Hannah chuckled. "Not surprising. When my parents got married and came back from their honeymoon in Disneyland, my grandparents moved into the ranch house down the road and they got the house," she explained. "Pretty much, my mom went interior design crazy and did over pretty much every room with different fabrics, paint, furniture, and prints. Once Ricky and I were old enough for our own rooms, she let us choose what we wanted them to look like, and if you were to go to the website for her business, you'll find photos of every single room with the design names."

"Aren't you worried that someone might realize it's your room they're looking at?" Liz asked, concerned.

Hannah smiled. "Not likely, my dad designed the website to ensure that no one is able to do that; anyone looking at the pictures will pretty much assume they've been taken at any possible house in the United States or even overseas."

"Smart thinking."

"Yep," Hannah agreed and set the blankets on the bed. "Here you go, Liz, I'll see you in the morning. Don't be surprised if you're woken up for conference at 10 AM."

Liz groaned at the thought, prompting another chuckle out of the younger woman, who then left. 'Downside of staying in a house of Mormons, you have to cope with their traditions.'


The same thought was running through Dean's head as he looked around what Ricky had called the "seashore room", which indeed had a seashore theme going on with the pastel colors, seashell prints on the walls, pictures of the Salt Lake Temple and Brigham Young, on the wall above the bed, and seashore themed covers and drapes. Luckily for his sanity, the Jacuzzi bathroom had a more retro feel with its' dark brown and dark red coloring.

'I'm probably gonna sleep in the bathroom after tonight,' Dean decided, dreading the sort of dreams that he might have.


Meanwhile, Sam didn't seem too upset about the "Japanese room", which was a mixture of pale blue, white, and various items from Japan itself; on the wall above the low-level bed were two pictures, one of the Ogden Temple, which he noted was practically a twin of the Provo Temple, and the other picture was of Jesus Christ. 'Not creepy in the slightest.'

He was bemused when he checked on the Jacuzzi bathroom and saw that it had a black/white color scheme. 'I have to give Mrs. Idris credit; she sure knows how to design creative rooms.'


Meanwhile at the local jail; the two teenage boys were the only ones in the overnight lockup, and neither of them were happy campers.

"I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it!" the nervous boy complained, pacing back and forth across the floor while the other boy just lounged on the single bunk, clearly bored and disappointed that they'd failed and had been caught by the police.

"Oh, shut up," the bored boy grumbled. "We'll just try again some other time and then we'll be in the gang and can do whatever we want, wherever we want, whenever we want."

"Are you nuts?!" his friend hissed, doing his best not to draw the attention of the cop on duty. "My mom and dad are going to kill me already, and I'm not about to give them another reason by trying again."

The bored guy scowled and sat up. "Listen, unless you want to be pushed around for the rest of your life, you better join the gang and get the respect that you and I both deserve."

The nervous guy opened his mouth to protest when the lights began flickering suddenly and it got so cold that they both could see their breath.

"What in the-"

The two guys stood back-to-back, trying to keep every part of the room in their sights; both had seen enough horror movies to know that they were in trouble and that something really bad was going to happen to them if they weren't careful.


Mike, the cop stuck with the graveyard shift, was lounging in his chair at the night desk and was flipping through a fishing magazine. 'Good thing its' conference weekend or I'd been really screwed.'

He yawned and turned a page when the screams began; startled, he dropped his magazine and ran to the doorway that led to the area containing the overnight cells. Although his mind was telling him that it was probably all part of a joke to get on his nerves, but his gut was telling him that something bad was happening to the two boys that'd been brought in earlier and processed.

Punching in the code, he shoved the door open and ran to the only occupied cell; what he found when he got there nearly made him throw up. "Oh Lord on high," he moaned, sinking to his knees at what was left of the two boys, and at the message written in blood on the wall directly above them: BREAKING AND ENTERING IS A CRIME.


A/N: Yikes! (hides under the desk) I just scared myself. R&R everyone!