Alexandria rushed away from the church and back into the cemetery. She had to find where Greg and everybody was. She was almost over the fence when she noticed something.

That grave wasn't dug before, was it?

"Oh, God," she mumbled as she picked up pace. "Oh God!" She fell before the grave stone and traced her fingers over the anagram that was scorched into the stone.

ILLUMINATI

Alex pounded on the coffin. (The grave hadn't been all dug, it looked like someone had stopped.) "Greg?" she pulled on the lock, kicked it with her boot, and twisted it every which way. Finally, she had found a solid rock and brought it down on the lock with force.

It spilt open. Alexandria threw the coffin open and gasped. Greg was inside.

And he wasn't breathing.


Back in their cells, the TV in the room was showing older video feed from inside the coffin. "Help! Please!" Robert and Sophie heard Greg plead. "NO! NO!" they heard raspy breathing, and all of the sudden, his chest wasn't moving anymore. Ben Hanson's creepy smile spread across his face. "Death by Earth…done."

Sophie cried out. "Oh…God! Please tell me that the boy didn't…"

Hanson shrugged. "Of course he died. This is all part of my plan to destroy the Bloodline. I know it's killing both of you to see others die for you—but frankly, that's just going to happen before YOU die. So, we know that no one else would be able to save you in YOUR time of distress."


"Greg! Greg! No, please!" Alexandria dragged his body out onto the grass. His eyes had closed, and his hands felt cold. She wondered how long he had been like this.

For what seemed like ages, she gave him CPR. "C'mon, C'mon!" she whispered as her hands pressed on his chest. She tried to keep from panicking.

A raspy cough came from Greg's mouth. His eyes sprang open.

"Alex?" he spoke, sitting up. He coughed roughly and shook his head. "What happened?"

To his surprise, she gave a sigh of relief and slumped on the grass. "Nothing," she murmured. "Absolument rien,"


Bryan shook his head. Where was he? In the back of a van? All of the past events came flooding back. "VITTORIA?" he called. His shoulders felt sore, and his hands and legs were tied together.

"Shut up," a cold voice murmured. "Or you'll wake her." Bryan looked around. A bulky, strong man was driving the car, and muscular and angry-looking woman was riding shotgun. Vittoria, bound and gagged, had a nasty-looking bump on her forehead and was unconscious.

"What did you do to her?" he roared. The woman, quick as a flash, brought out a pistol and aimed it at Vittoria. "Don't make her death any sooner," she sneered, cocking the gun.

"Aw, it doesn't matter," the man said. "She's going to die soon anyway. SO will you, mister. Fortunately for her, she's going by water. You, on the other hand, are going by air…very painful."

What? Bryan thought. Then he thought of Greg. "Greg! What did you do to my son?" But the woman merely chuckled.

"Oh he's long gone."

Bryan felt crushed. Greg…gone? His world felt like it was crashing around him. Greg WAS his world. What a mistake he had made to bring Greg along with him! He gritted his teeth. They would pay…


While Alexandria lay relieved in the grass, Greg looked at her curiously. Then, all of a sudden, the memories came rushing back.

"Oh my God! My dad and Vittoria! We have to get them!"

"I know, but we don't know where they are!"

"I don't care! We have to find them…now!" Greg almost snarled.

Alexandria threw her hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. But we need to find out where they are. And soon…"


Sophie carefully watched as Ben paced fifty feet away from them, and closed her eyes and began to murmur softly. Robert looked on, confused. "Sophie…" he whispered. "What are you doing?"

She shushed him and focused. Alexandria please. She thought of where Ben told them that Vittoria and Bryan were to be hurt.

"Alexandria," she whispered.


Alexandria's eyes went wide, and her knees began to shake. Her skin paled three shades. To Greg, she looked like she was about to pass out.

He grabbed her arm and shook it. "Alexandria? ALEX?"

It took a couple minutes, but Alex's scared expression faded and her complexion went back to its normal color. "What?" she asked, distracted.

"You looked really pale. What is with you? You keep zoning out."

Alexandria sighed. "You're not going to believe me…but I keep seeing these visions. And that's where we have to go each time! It's weird….I know where we have to go now!"

Greg was about a nod, when something odd caught his eye. The barrel of a gun was slightly visible in Alex's pocket! He jumped away, disgusted.

"What?" she asked, tilting her head and frowning.

"How could you?" his voice rang out loud, causing Alexandria to jump. He pointed to the gun. "It was you, wasn't it? You were the one behind this all."

It was a statement, not a question.

Alex's eyes got big, and she shook her head violently. "Greg no, I can explain-" her hand reached out to his arm, but he shoved her away, sending her tumbling back a few feet. "I-I…"she stuttered.

"Get away from me!" Greg snarled. "You were the one who got revenge on your parents, weren't you?" he drew his own conclusions. "Robert and Sophie called my parents, and you must be collaborating with these people who claim to be the Illuminati! You tried to kill me! And who knows what you've done to your parents and mine!" he walked away slowly, his angry expression surprising Alex.

"I'm going to find my parents. And yours. And I swear to God, I will make sure you pay!" Bitterness seemed to explode out of Greg as he turned and ran.

"Greg! No wait!" Alex shrieked. But he had already left, long gone. If he had only known…

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