Sorry it took so long to update but it was a long one and I've been having tests so yeah...Now I'm writing chapter 4.

Ian disappeared in front of their eyes.

" Where the hell is he?" Caleb yelled.

Chase laughed. " Let's just say he's visiting one of my relatives."

The boys looked at each other. What did he mean by that?

" Now, enough about him. Let's talk about you!" He flung a wave of energy at Caleb, who didn't have enough time to block it.

He went flying back and smashed into a headstone. He didn't get up.

" Caleb!" Pogue started towards him, but didn't get the chance. Chase flung an energy orb at the biker's head. Pogue fell on the spot, blood trickling from a wound on his forehead.

Tyler's eyes widened. He knew what Chase was doing. He was getting his friends out of the way to make it easier to get to him. Reid!

Tyler ran to Reid's side, ready to help him out. Chase laughed. " Aww, how precious. Side by side. Too bad it won't help!"

" Two against one? I think it will!" Reid snapped back. His eyes went black, followed by Tyler. They created two energy spheres, combined them and threw them at Chase. Only Chase wasn't there so they only blew up the mausoleum. The boys looked at the wreck, then Reid screamed.

Tyler jumped and saw that Chase had his hand on Reid's head, power flowing from his hand. Reid went limp and fell to the ground. Tyler gasped. He was alone with Chase. Shit.

-

It was dark and cold. Ian opened his eyes, but couldn't see. He found it hard to breathe, but just concentrated on taking slow, calm breaths. Where was he? He remembered confronting Chase, then Chase getting pissed. He had blacked out, then woken up here…wherever here was.

Wherever he was it sure was cramped. He tried to stretch his legs, but his feet hit solid wood. What the…Next he moved his arms outward, but again his left arm hit solid wood. His right hit something…nor solid nor wood. It felt like some sort of material, and soft. He noticed the smell and nearly gagged. It was awful!

Coughing and beginning to panic, he reached up with his hands and pushed upward. His hands met solid wood. Breathing fast, he fumbled for something in his pocket. Grasping his lighter, he lit it and darted his eyes around. Oh hell no… He was closed in on all sides by wooden walls, lying on his back. The ceiling was mere inches from his face.

He turned to his right and screamed. A decaying body of an almost freshly dead man lay beside him, mouth partly open, flesh and eye sockets crawling with maggots. Meeting one of Chase's relatives. Six feet under, in a coffin. Ian let out a blood-curdling scream, dropping the lighter. Everything went dark, but he was aware of things crawling on his face, hands, body.

He screamed more.

-

Chase looked around the cemetery, a pleased smiled on his face. All the tombstones around the now demolished mausoleum were cracked or just plainly knocked over. Remnants of the battle between himself and Tyler. He had put up a good fight, that Chase could admit. But he wasn't nearly as powerful as himself, and had lost. Not dead. Chase didn't want him dead…yet.

The warlock patted the youngest' back, who flinched, cradling his broken arm. " Until next time Tyler." He laughed and disappeared.

Tyler sat on the cold earth, holding his injured arm, tears of pain flowing down his cheeks. He tried to stand, but whimpered as he put weight on his ankle. He sat back down, thankful that it was only sprained, unlike his left arm. There was a puddle beside him and he looked in it, getting a good look at himself.

The cut on his cheek had re-opened, blood mixing with tears. His shirt was ripped in several places and his jeans were covered in dirt. There were no other injuries that were visible on the outside, but his whole body twitched in pain. He got a sharp pain in his chest when he breathe and was sure that at least one rib was broken.

But his arm hurt the most. After Tyler had fallen down, beaten, Chase had walked over and stomped relentlessly on his left shoulder, grinning as Tyler cried out and tried to Use on him. Chase had blocked his Power and kept smashing his foot down until he heard the satisfying crunch and Tyler's weak, pain filled whimper.

Just remembering the moment increased the pain. He had felt sick when his shoulder snapped.

Tyler heard approaching footsteps and braced himself, too tired to fight back.

" Tyler?"

He looked up and saw Caleb, concern in his eyes. He looked terrible, with cuts on his face and blood on his arm. He bent down beside the boy. " Tyler, I'm so sorry."

Tyler smiled despite the pain. " Don't be. I was being an ass. I over reacted." He breathed in sharply, another spasm of pain running through his arm.

Caleb reacted. " Come on. You've got to get to a hospital." He put his arms around Tyler's waist, pulling him up. Tyler didn't help; he kept his good arm around his broken one. He stood, and would've fallen if Caleb hadn't been holding him. His ankle felt better, but was still throbbing slightly.

Caleb was limping slightly, having a bit of trouble keeping Tyler up. Just as he was going to have to rest, another pair of hands grabbed the youngest, keeping him up.

Tyler looked over and smiled at Reid. The blonde had no visible injuries, but he could tell that this head was throbbing.

" Hey Baby Boy. Looks like you get to visit the hospital again," he said, smiling.

Tyler groaned. He hated the hospital.

Caleb stared at Reid. " Where's Pogue?" he asked, concern in his voice.

" Right here." Pogue put a hand on Caleb's shoulder, his head still bleeding, though it didn't look too bad.

A sudden thought struck Tyler. " Where's Ian?"

The smiles faded from their faces. They glanced around, trying to spot the punk.

Reid groaned. " We're not going to find him like this!" His eyes fell black, Using to enhance his hearing, trying to hear anything from the boy.

-

Sobs escaped Ian's mouth, tears flowing like rivers down his face. He couldn't see but knew that the ceiling was covered in deep gouges and blood, and possibly a fingernail. But his pain was numbed by his ever-growing terror. In desperation and fright he let out one last scream, knowing that no one would ever hear him.

-

" Shut up!" Reid snapped, eyes still black. " You hear that?"

All their eyes blackened, listening. It was faint, but was unmistakably a scream. It was faint, muffled, underground.

Pogue figured it out first. " Damnit! He's in a grave!" He concentrated more, then said, " This way!" He ran at top speed towards wherever Ian was.

Before following, Caleb looked at Tyler. " Stay here Baby Boy."

But Tyler refused. " No! I'm coming too. You'll need my help to dig him out." He grinned, trying to hide the fact that he was scared to shitless at the thought of being left there alone.

Caleb and Reid shrugged and helped Tyler across the grass as fast as they could.

When they reached Pogue, they found him on his hands and knees, ear pressed against the ground. " He's definitely here." He looked around, searching for something. " Are there any shovels here?"

Tyler glanced around and spotted two beside a shed. He nodded in the direction. " There."

Caleb and Reid let go of Tyler, who was able to remain standing, and went to get the shovels. They came back and Pogue took Reid's shovel, planting it in the soil. Caleb did the same, and soon both boys were flinging dirt in two directions while Reid and Tyler watched.

-

Erin paced her dorm, a worried look on her face and holding her cell phone. Her roommate, Emily Maloney, watched from her bed, an irritated look on her face. " Erin, why don't you calm down, hmm?"

She shook her head. " No something's wrong."

" How do you know?"

" He always calls at eleven. You know, just because. It's one-thirty now!"

" Maybe he forgot."

" Not Ian." She hesitated, then grabbed her coat.

" Where are you going?"

" To the cemetery." She opened and closed the door. She got into Ian's van; he had walked there but she wanted to get there as soon as possible. She put it into drive and drove off.

-

Pogue and Caleb took a moment, breathing hard. Sweat glistened on their forehead, and their jackets lay on the ground, abandoned due to the heat. They had dug about five feet now; they only had one more foot to go.

-

Erin parked the van on the side of the road and got out. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. I should've worn my other jacket, she thought as she walked through the graveyard, looking for her boyfriend.

As she walked on, she began to notice a difference in the graveyard. Many of the tombstones were broken, and one of the mausoleums was destroyed. She walked faster. " Ian?" she called out. No reply. " Ian!" She heard something in the distance. It sounded like shovels. Erin walked towards it, curious.

-

The shovels struck something solid. Caleb turned his head upward. " We've got it!"

Tyler and Reid walked to the edge of the hole, bracing themselves. Who knows what they'd find.

Pogue got beside the coffin, and, with the help of Caleb, lifted the lid. The stench reached them before they saw the contents of it.

Reid and Tyler took a step back. " Uhh!" they complained.

Doing their best to ignore the smell, Caleb and Pogue lifted the lid off and the sight filled their eyes with pain and anger. Ian lay on his back, bloody hands frozen in a pushing motion, his pale face frozen in terror. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were shinny with tears. They noticed that the coffin lid had thousands of scratch marks and was streaked with blood.

Tyler swallowed, tears for the boy beginning to form in his own eyes. " He tried to scratch his way out."

Reid just started, his face unreadable. He had treated Ian like a shadow…and now…He shut his eyes.

Caleb knelt down beside Ian and rested a hand on his shoulder. All of a sudden Ian's eyes blinked and he twitched. Caleb cried out in surprise, then went back to him. He gently shook him; it took Ian out of his state of shock immediately. He began to flay his arms around, almost smacking Caleb, and kicking his feet. His screams were more like hoarse couching sounds, his actual voice lost from all the screaming he did in the coffin.

" Hey hey!" Caleb tried to soothe the boy, grabbing his wrists. Pogue knelt down too and took his face in his hands so he wouldn't hit his head.

Ian finally stopped, going limp, breathing fast, but still awake. Caleb and Pogue picked him up and, with the help from Reid, pulled him out of the hole.

She kept walking towards the sound, and stopped when she found the source. There were two boys standing by a grave, and two more in the grave. Confused and a bit alarmed, she continued forward. Erin stopped again when she saw the boys life something- no, someone- out and onto the grass. " What the…" Her eyes widened when she saw who it was. " Ian!" she screamed, running towards the group. One of the boys turned his head. It was Tyler Simms. What were they doing? She pushed past him, ignoring his cry of pain. Erin dropped to the ground, pulling Ian into a hug. He clung to her, crying.

She started to cry, then looked up at the Sons, glaring. " What the hell did you do to him?" she yelled. Ian clung to her more, grabbing her sweater with his bloody hands, unafraid to cry.

The boys fought for an answer. " It wasn't us!" Reid defended them.

" Then what? He put himself in there?" she shot back sarcastically.

" We can't explain it," Caleb said.

She bore into his eyes, not excepting "no" for an answer.

He sighed. " Okay." He ignored the outraged looks on his friends' faces. " But first we need to get Ian and Tyler to the hospital."

Erin stared, then nodded. " Come on Zip. It'll be okay." She helped Ian to his feet. " I'll drive him over," she said coolly as she walked away.

Pogue gawked at Caleb. " Dude, what were you thinking? You're not really going to tell her are you?"

He ran his hands through his hair. " What choice do I have?"

" Simple. Don't tell," Reid said. Tyler nodded.

But Caleb shook his head. " We have to! How else do we explain what just happened?"

No one answered. " Okay. Now let's go. We'll walk."

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