Huey Freeman did not fear death. He knew that death was evitable. Fear takes over a person who does not accept this fact. But he did. So why was he frightened? He witnessed so much in his day. Only ten years of age and he had seen countless horrible things. More than once a person was killed in front of him, but now it was hitting too close to home. This was the reason why he didn't want bonds. This was why he closed up after his parent's died.

It was one thing if he planned it. And it was another thing if he knew why. But he couldn't explain it, any of it. He was willing to die for a cause, a person, a reason. But Huey Freeman would not die in vain. He would not allow himself to face a pointless death, such as his parents did. With all the knowledge he possessed and all the advanced abilities he owned…

How could he fail?

Jazmine shook behind him. She needed him.

Huey watched as the man twirled the bat around then rushed forward. His eyes narrowed as he swallowed his fear. The bat came at him now. He moved out of the way then continued to dodge the attacks, feeling like his old self again. The killer grew impatient. He swung the bat hard as Huey blocked with his arm. He winced only to be taken off guard by the man dropping the bat and punching Huey in the chest. He was pushed back fiercely from the blow. But, by using his hand he slowed down, quick enough to block a sudden and deadly swift kick.

Huey cocked back clenching his fists. He was tired of playing games. He lunged at the man, slamming his hands on the ground and twisting his body kicking up twice. The man blocked each kick but stumbled back. Now, fully regaining his ego, Huey smirked. He flipped up and over the man. The man turned around to kick him but Huey had already landed. He grabbed the bat on the floor standing up straight. He spun it around and aimed it with a smirk.

The man raised his arm. Through his sleeve, a hand emerged out covered in a black glove. It pointed behind Huey and at the television. Huey knew not to turn around, though his curiosity wanted nothing more than to force him to look. He gripped down on the bat, glaring at the man.

The audacity he had thinking someone like Huey Freeman would fall for such a childish trick.

"R-riley?"

Huey's eyes shot to the side from the sound of Jazmine's voice. He dropped the bat unconsciously and turned around. A feeling hit the young freedom fighter, something he never really felt before. His brother was standing over a boy on the floor with his hand out. An axe quickly made its way down then right before it struck…the T.V went off. Huey's eyes widened as Jazmine covered her mouth letting out a terrified gasp. Her head whip lashed as she screamed out.

Huey spun around then moved to the side just missing a sharp blade. He leapt backwards as the man suddenly had an axe. He swung it around and at the young revolutionist. Huey dodged the blade with his impeccable reflexes but his mind was no longer on battle but on the fate of his younger brother. He didn't question where the axe suddenly came from. Or how the television went on and off on its own. Or even how Riley was being broadcasted to begin with.

Huey was sick of playing games he did not know the rules of or how to beat.

"Jazmine turn off the light."

Jazmine hesitated at first. She knew all too well to listen to her best friend but the thought of being in the dark with this man frightened her too much. Huey dropped to the floor ducking as the axe hit the wall behind him.

"Jazmine!"

She winced from the sound of his voice and shut off the light quickly.

Shuffling sounds could be heard in the distance along with a few thuds and grunts. Jazmine hugged Mrs. Wellington close to her chest as she stared off into the darkness. She couldn't see the scary man or Huey. She could, however, make out the sounds of their voices and bodies moving about. Jazmine fought with herself whether or not to turn the light back on.

As soon as she heard Huey yell out in pain her reflexes kicked in. Dropping Mrs. Wellington, she quickly grabbed the flash light and turned it back on. The man was nowhere to be found. Huey, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall breathing heavy. He was covered in blood and staring downward. Jazmine's eyes widened as she slowly dropped the flashlight. The horrid glimpse of her best friend rolled away with the light, showing only an empty corner of the living room. Jazmine's eyes watered as she forced her body to jolt over to him. She bent down to the young boy with shaking arms.

"H-h-huey…?" She could barely see him but knew he was there.

"It's alright Jazmine…" He caught his breath and continued, "It's not my blood."

Jazmine pressed her hand against her chest. The relief she felt soothed her as a few tears slipped out. She flung her body against his hugging him tightly. Huey winced keeping one eye open. He let her cry on him. Not only for almost losing him but for losing her mother as well. It was all starting to sick in. His eyelids lowered as the images of his brother and the axe projected in his mind. He closed his eyes telling himself that it was a trick. And even if it were real the T.V cut out before the blade landed. Anything could have happened. His brother was stupid but not stupid enough to stay in the way of an oncoming axe.

He opened his eyes back up glancing around the room for the man. He remembered struggling with him in the dark. He somehow got a hold of the axe's handle. He ripped the blade out of the wall and swung quick and hard catching the man somewhere on his body. He felt the blood splash him all over then a sudden push on his body that slammed him against the wall. He hit his head almost hard enough to knock him. Huey put his arm on Jazmine as he used her body to help himself up. She stood up with him not leaving his side now. Her crying softened and soon surpassed.

"W-what should we do?"

Huey clenched his fist then slammed it against the wall. Jazmine flinched then gasped as the lights suddenly went back on. A small hole was birthed from under Huey's fist as he showed some shock. He knew his action didn't cause the lights to turn back on but the coincidence was almost movie-like. He pulled his hand away from the wall. Jazmine picked Mrs. Wellington and the flashlight back up. She turned the flashlight off not needing its guidance for the moment.

The two kids paused. Both their eyes traveled to the television that was now on. It showed the room Riley was in moments before. It was empty. Huey growled staring at the screen. He clenched both his fists unable to contain his rage. He wanted to break the screen, punch the walls, and destroy the living room…his grip tightened. Jazmine's arm reached over to him. She touched his back gently. Huey's eyes met hers for a second then looked back at the T.V screen. He closed his glaring eyes and took a deep breath. Raging wouldn't solve anything nor make him feel better either way. His fists loosened until his hands were flat.

Huey opened his eyes, "Alright…"

Jazmine pulled her hand away looking at him.

He studied the room on the television screen, "There's no blood. Riley could still be alive."

Jazmine nodded looking at the screen as well.

"We can find this room. Looks like a basement of some sort."

Jazmine blinked.

Huey stared at the screen harder. He studied every inch of the room; looking for something, anything, that could reveal the location of the house. A knock on the Freeman door caused Jazmine to jump and Huey's eyes to shoot away. He looked back at the television when he heard music. BET was now on not the room. He tried changing the channel but to no avail.

Jazmine clung to Mrs. Wellington as the knocking increased. Huey sighed turning the T.V off. He looked at Jazmine then glanced to the kitchen table. Jazmine saddened but didn't disobey. She ran into the kitchen and crawled under the kitchen table. Huey cracked his neck and walked over to the front door. The knocking got louder. Huey was too short to check the peephole. He pushed his body up against the door taking a hold of the door knob.

"Who is it?" He hissed.

"Open da door man. Open da door…"

"State your name first."

"Uhh…Leonard."

Huey raised an eyebrow, opening the door slowly at first. Then, half way open, flung it opened and punched forward. Leonard yelled out but at the last second Huey stopped his fist. He pulled back dropping his arms to his sides.

"It is you…the moron who thought Buffalo wings weren't made of chicken."

Huey crossed his arms, "It's alright Jazmine."

He called out to her, "The only threat here is on our brain cells not our lives…" he mumbled looking over at the dim-witted man.

"Is Riley home? I think somethin' happened to Thug."

Huey eyed him.

"He called mah cell phone…I was workin' da, da um, drive through. So ya know…I couldn't pick up."

Huey kept his eyes on him but his expression stayed blank.

"Here listen." He pulled out his cell phone, "What was my password again?"

"1234." Huey stated half sarcastic, half annoyed.

"Oh yeah." He punched the numbers in as Huey mentally face palmed himself.

Leonard handed Huey the small cellar device. He eyed it then took it, putting it by his ear.

"You have one saved message.

First message:

Leonard! Dis nigga crazy! He got no eyes man. I dunno man! He's chasin' me around wit all kinds of crazy ass weapons and shit! You gotta help me. Do somethin' man!...I went to da wrong fuckin' house I swear I'm quitin' after dis…wait…he's here. What…da…fuc-!?

End of messages. To replay this message press one."

Huey hung up the phone. He looked up at Leonard, "I need to borrow this." And shut the door.

Leonard put his hand out, "O…kay. But I need it back little man."

His arm lowered when the door didn't open again. Rubbing the back of his head, Leonard walked away from the Freeman household.

Jazmine walked over tilting her head to the side, "What was that about?"

Huey pointed upstairs. Jazmine opened her mouth to question him but a short glare caused her to shut up right away. She nodded and walked up the staircase, with him close behind her. They both went into his bedroom. Huey shut and locked the door behind them then sat down on the computer chair. Jazmine sat on the bed placing Mrs. Wellington on her lap and the flashlight by her side. She watched as Huey typed quickly.

As soon as the screen he wanted popped up he reached into a draw by the computer and pulled out a strange wire. He put the wire into the cell phone then connected it to the computer. Another screen popped up. Huey's eyes narrowed as he started typing again. Jazmine didn't know what was going on but she knew Huey knew what he was doing. He pressed the print button then pushed the chair towards the printer as it printed. As soon as the paper was out fully, he hopped off the chair and yanked the page out.

Jazmine blinked as Huey turned to her.

He knew where ever he was headed was going to be dangerous. However, he didn't trust leaving her alone.

"Huey?"

He closed his eyes thinking.

She slipped off the bed, "Huey what is it? You're scaring me…"

Huey opened his eyes, "I might know where Riley is. It's a hunch but it's the best I got." He glanced to the side continuing, "Bringing you with me will only endanger you. But…leaving you alone is just unreasonable." He looked back over at her, "The number one thing you're not supposed to do in a horror movie is split up."

Jazmine cringed at the thought of her being in a horror movie but essentially that's what it was. The major difference was that this was real and people were really dying. She looked down fearfully as Huey sighed. As long as she was with him he could protect her.

He shook his head dreading his discussion already, "Come on."

Jazmine poked her head up nodding weakly.

Huey unlocked the door for her then went over to his closest. She opened the door but waited for him in the door way as he prepared himself. He didn't bother cleaning the blood or changing his clothes. By now the blood was already drying. He took out his vest and put it on. He placed as many guns as it could hold in as well as ammo. The guns and ammo weren't real but they could at least do some damage. He took out two daggers. He spun them around getting the feel of using them back. Then, he shoved them into two side straps on the vest. His eyes glanced to the side at his most meaningful and deadly weapon he owned, his katana.

Jazmine feared for the worst now as Huey finished and walked out of the room. She followed behind him then the two stopped when the front door opened. Huey threw his arm out blocking and stopping Jazmine. He used his free hand to whip his katana out of its sheath. He aimed it ahead with narrow eyes.

Tom Dubois shrieked nearly falling down at the sight of the blade. Huey and Jazmine both blinked as Jazmine ran passed her friend to hug her father. Tom caught himself and his daughter as he hugged her back and placed her back onto her feet. He pulled away patting her head. Huey put his katana away as Tom looked over at him.

"Huey what the hell is going on? Sarah's missing…and there are bullet holes all over my house! Jazmine's been with you this entire time?"

Huey nodded.

"Is that blood?"

"It's fake…I got it last Halloween."

Tom eyed him.

"It's for dramatic effect…we're playing a horror game."

Jazmine clung to her father. Tom looked down at her, "Sweetie?"

"Mommy's dead!" she buried her face in his arm.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Huey opened his mouth then paused and closed his eyes. In all the movies he watched the adults never believe the kids. It wouldn't be until they saw the proof for themselves that they'd feel stupid and believe. He opened his eyes knowing all too well what this was like. Telling Tom the truth wouldn't help them at all.

Huey glanced over at Jazmine, "Jazmine…you shouldn't tell such vile lies to your father."

"B-but…" Jazmine stuttered hurt by his words.

"Our game isn't finish. The horror game. We have to continue if we want to save everyone and win the game."

Jazmine's eyelids lowered. She had to protect her daddy as Huey protected his Granddad. She pulled away from her father with a weak smile on her face. She wiped her tears away laughing nervously.

"S-sorry daddy. We're just playing a game. Mommy said she was mad at you and was going to spend the week with grandma."

Tom's eyes widened, "W-what? But it wasn't that serious!"

Jazmine didn't know her mother and father had another fight the night before. They fought all the time so she just assumed and she assumed correctly. Tom looked over at Huey who nodded.

"It sounds serious Tom. She seemed fed up. I'm predicting a divorce…you better go there with flowers and win her back."

Tom was on the verge of tears.

He sniffed, "Alright. Come on sweetie."

It seemed Huey didn't need to worry about Jazmine now. She would be safe with her father.

Jazmine shook her head, "Mr. Freeman said I could stay here. I want to finish playing with Huey."

Huey shot her a glare, "Jazmine…"

Jazmine smiled weakly at him.

Tom looked at Huey who didn't express any emotion as he looked back at him. He looked over at his daughter and took her hands.

"I'm going to win your mom back sweetie. Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright!"

Jazmine tried her very hardest not to break.

She nodded weakly, "Okay daddy." No it's not daddy…

Tom smiled at his daughter, patting her head, "That's my girl."

He turned to Huey, "You shouldn't carry that thing around." He shook his head leaving the house.

As soon as the door shut Huey turned to Jazmine, "What the hell is wrong with you!?" he snapped.

Jazmine looked at him with emotionless eyes.

"You should've gone with him. You're going to be in my way now."

Making Jazmine cry was the only way to get her to leave so he didn't hold back, "Do you know how much of a nescience you are?"

Huey's eyes widened as both Mrs. Wellington and the flashlight dropped and Jazmine's body was pressed roughly against his. Jazmine wrapped her arms around his neck squeezing tightly. Huey felt his eyes soften then forced them into a glare, "Jazmine. I'm serious."

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared…"

Huey paused as she continued.

"But I'm not going to let you face something like this alone, Huey!"

His hand twitched wanting to touch her but he didn't. He just stood there engulfed by her embrace and sincere words. He always faced things alone and though he didn't want to admit it…he was glad she wanted to face it with him.

"We should get going then…"

Jazmine pulled away quickly looking back at him.

The smirk that appeared on Huey Freeman's face at that moment was hard to read.

"But we're going to do this right."