Chapter 11:

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All four of the Son's of Ipswich stopped moving at once, their faces growing pale in fear as they watched the approaching police cars pull up to the house. They couldn't just up and leave Tyler behind. Not when he was like this.

"Ahh!" Tyler yelled in pain, grasping his head in the intense pain. His eyes were black as night, with spouts of fire blazing through them. He was Using, and he was Using big time.

"I can't hold it in!" he shouted. There wasn't time to get out, so in quick and desperate thinking, Pogue dove behind a sofa, Caleb ducked into the kitchen, and Reid, who wasn't close to any cover, simply tackled Elle, using himself as a human shield for her…

And that's when Tyler exploded.

The house was quite literally torn in two. A crater formed in the living room floor, and pieces of the ceiling fell like rain. Smoke and debris flew every which way, smashing all the windows and blowing open the front door.

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All three of the police cars slammed on their brakes, screeching to a halt, watching as the house split completely in half with a large boom, a bluish blast of energy bursting from it like a busted balloon.

"What in hellfire was that?" Officer Reeve wondered aloud, then nodded to his partner, who in turn took out his gun and stepped out of the car. Officer McKinley grabbed his CB speaker and began yelling.

"I said, we have another ghost bombing! How do I know? Because I just saw it, you moron! Alert the chief!"

"Oh, God," a yellow-haired girl said, collapsing gratefully into his partner's arms. "The boy! The boy exploded and he's still alive!"

Officer Reeve peered at the girl's eyes, wondering if she was drunk or even high. She appeared to be neither, just crying hysterically with chilling terror.

"They're freaks! The bombs came from them!"

Officer Reeve looked down to his CB, and picked it up once more.

"Uh, Carl? We're going to need backup," he said to it shakily.

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As the dust settled, Caleb emerged from the kitchen, and Pogue dug his way out of the debris behind the sofa, picking pieces of glass from the overhead window out of his arm. They both went to Tyler, who sat on his knees in the middle of the trench, holding his shoulders and shaking violently.

"Tyler?" Pogue said, going to him with concern. "Calm down, buddy."

"So… much… Power…" he said, his teeth chattering like he was freezing cold.

"Tyler's never Used like that before," Caleb guessed. "I think it may have been more than he could handle. Where's Reid?"

A groan was heard from behind them, as a few drywall boards lifted to reveal Reid's location.

"Someone get this the hell offa me!" he demanded from underneath. Pogue rushed to his aid, though it would take several moments before he could even see his friend's body.

Reid looked down at his rescued damsel under him, wiping the white dust off her so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed.

"Elle?" Reid asked with worry. "Are you breathing?"

Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed upon Reid with a faraway look her eyes. She looked at how they were positioned, and smiled broadly.

"Oh," she said, leaning her head back blissfully. "I'm having that dream again…!"

This made Reid smile broadly as well.

"Alright, Loverboy," Pogue said, finally getting the last of the large pieces of rubble off of Reid. "That's about enough excitement for one night."

"FREEZE!"

"Then again, I may have spoken too soon…" Pogue said, putting his hands in the air, and the other's followed his example and did the same.

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Pogue felt irritated to be put back in a holding cell for the second time that week. At least this one was a little nicer, but the thought brought him little comfort. He calmly leaned against the corner of the chamber, while Caleb sat upon the cot, his face in his hands. He could only imagine the utter frustration Caleb must have been feeling, probably blaming himself like he did with everything else.

Reid was over by the door, pacing in front of the bars like a caged tiger. His fists were clenched in rage, and every once in a while he would kick the bars to vent his anger and demand a phone call. Tyler, who had soon advanced into full-on seizures, had been taken away to God knows where, and it wasn't sitting well with any of those left behind.

The entire place was in a tizzy, everyone bustling around making phone calls, gathering papers, and herding away media. The only time they would bother to stop would be to look at the boys like they were zoo animals on display, in which case Reid would shout obscenities at them and they would quickly go back to what they were doing. It had been this way all night long and into the first hours of the morning, showed no signs of changing.

"I guess we all can kiss Harvard goodbye," Reid commented scornfully, kicking the barred door for the hundredth time.

"Shut up, Reid," Pogue snapped.

Reid had a way of making situations that were already bad, even worse. Caleb, who hadn't even thought of that particular drawback, now progressed from frustration to full on aggravation, and began to make a dire attempt at pulling out his hair.

"We'll get out, Caleb," Pogue promised him. "We'll find Tyler, and we'll get out of this mess."

"With what?" Reid argued. "Some magic beans?"

"I said, shut UP, Reid!" Pogue commanded even louder than before, threatening against him speaking up again.

Caleb sighed loudly.

"Guys…" he said seriously. "We were born into a Covenant of silence. Under any circumstances, we will be silent. We're the only ones who know the real truth and they can't know anything more unless we tell them-- Which we are not going to do. Agreed?"

Reid and Pogue nodded.

"Alright," said an officer with a clipboard, as if right on cue. "Which one of you ladies would like to go to the interrogation rooms first?"

Reid seized the bars, letting the officer know it was the only thing holding him back from ripping him to shreds.

"Hey there, Coppah," Reid teased through his rage.

"Reid," Caleb protested, but Reid was too hot now.

"I want my phone call, asshole!" he yelled.

"Who are you so eager to call, hotshot?" the cocky officer said with a smug grin.

"Your mama. I wanted to know if she got the flowers I sent her— hey, it's none of your business who I call, moron! I have a Constitutional right to a phone call and I want to exercise it."

The officer chuckled as if he found this all very amusing.

"You're in the FBI headquarters of Massachusetts, kiddo. You can shove your 'Constitutional rights' where the sun don't shine. Hey, Hank!" he called to a fellow officer. "I have your first volunteer!"

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Reid slouched in his chair before the aluminum table, staring at the interrogator with disdain. Across the hall, Caleb also sat before a detective, and one door down, so was Pogue.

Reid's interrogator was a bald, firmly built detective, who looked like he hated his job and looked forward to whenever it was over so that he could go back home to his wife and kids. The least kind of people he seemed to enjoy questioning was teenagers, especially ones who acted as punkass as this one did.

"Are you going to tell me what really happened at the Snider Lake House last night?" the large man, who went by the name of Hank, started.

Reid looked up to him with mocking eyes, and stayed quiet.

"None of your friends seem to be obliging," Hank explained. "But mark my words, you will stay here until we get some answers."

Still Reid said nothing, though a taunting smile began to twitch at the edges of his mouth.

"Alright," Hank demanded, slamming his hand down on the table. "Elle Bishop. The same girl was at the scene of the same kind of explosion where she was in a similar compromising situation as tonight. Witnesses say you and Mr. Sims were both interested in this girl, seen flirting with her on many occasions, but she denied you, isn't that right?"

"What are you getting at?" Reid said, enraged by the mention of Elle and where he was going with this.

"Did you or did you not attack Elle Bishop with sexual purposes on either of those nights?"

"No," Reid said firmly, disgust evident in his voice.

"Don't lie to me, son. Officers saw you on top of her just after the explosion happened. Come back for seconds, did you?"

"I was protecting her from the blast!" Reid insisted.

Hank looked pleased at this revelation.

"So you knew the explosion was coming!" he observed. "Knew because… you were there the last time it happened?"

Reid shut his mouth, knowing he had said too much.

"All it takes is one DNA test and we'll know anyway, son. It's better to 'fess up while you still have the option open."

"Why are you asking me this?" Reid said worriedly, suddenly very suspicious. "Did something happen to Elle?"

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--RedRogue

PS. To 'Ash': You guessed it! I wanted Elle Bishop to have the same last name as someone from the Witch Trails, so I chose Bishop. I was wondering if someone would figure out that piece of trivia—good job::Toots a kazoo: