Maxwell Wallace was filled with fear. August's parents were here. The police were surrounding him. What should I do? What should I do? If I surrender, then August will have his happily-ever-after. What does that make me? Rotten up in jail. Well, that ain't gonna happen.

Wizard took out a knife from his pocket and pointed it at Evan's throat. "Stay back! Stay back! Or I swear I'll hurt him."

"NO! Please, don't!" Lyla screamed.

"Sir! Put the weapon down!" the police officer pointed his gun towards Wizard. All the police there were pointing gun at him.

"No! Don't shoot!" Louis yelled. "Don't shoot!" he looked at Wizard worriedly. "Maxwell Wallace, right? Please, you don't have to do this. Just…just tell me what you want," Louis said in a calming voice. But, his blue eyes were anything but calm. "You want money? I'll write you a check, okay. Just name it."

"No!" Wizard yelled back at Louis. "Maybe if you ask me before, I'll say I want your money. But," Wizard shook his head. "You're too late! I don't want your damn money!"

"Then what is it that you want?" Lyla asked with red eyes that filled with tears.

"August! All I want is August!"

"Wizard…" Evan said, crying.

"Shut up!" Wizard shouted at August. He walked backward with August, knife still pointing at the boy's neck. He turned to face Louis and Lyla again and said, "You maybe his parents, but I'm the one who took care of him. I'm the one who gave him his first guitar, I'm the one who always be there for him!"

"And now you're killing him!" Lyla yelled.

"You don't want to do this," Louis said again. "Please, just let him go. If you care for him, let him go."

"Let him go?" Wizard asked. "And what's gonna happen to me, huh? I don't want to live in jail!"

"Well, maybe you should've thought about it before you kidnapped him, man!" Marshall yelled, loosing his patience.

Great! My world just turns upside down. I'm involve in this sticky situation, Louis had found his Lyla and they have a kid who is being kidnap, right now with a knife pointed at my nephew's throat, right in front of me, and a posse of policemen who is ready to shoot the bullets out of their bloody guns. Perfect! What a great experience for me and my twelve-year-old nephew. And did I mention I have a nephew?

"Sir, this is a last warning. Put the weapon down and let go of the boy!"

Wizard yelled, "No!"

Evan looked at Wizard, pleading. "Wizard…you've been very kind to me. But you can't do this. Just let me go, alright. I'll never forget you, I promise."

"No, August. If I let you go, you will forget me, and I know it."

"You're wrong. How could I forget the person who named me? I know you're scared. But, my dad told me that it's okay to be scared sometime," his gazed turned to Louis Connelly.

"Cause it means that you still have things to live for," Louis and Marshall finished the word. Louis smiled proudly at his son.

"You can still hear it, Wizard." Evan whispered. "All you have to do, is listen."

With that word, Wizard let out a single tear. "Will you help me?"

"Yes," Evan nodded his head. "I will." He continued staring at Wizard, wondering what he would do next. Please…let me go.

Wizard kept on staring at the boy whose life he threatened. He never wanted to hurt him. He had to pretend that he wanted to hurt him so that they would leave them alone. August was his! His! He belonged with him. No one else but him. And now, he wanted to help him?

He watched the face of August's mother. She was looking at her son with such devotion and loving. Tears falling down her face, worried for her son. Eyes blazing with fire that were ready to burn the person who threatened her son's life.

He then turned to watched August's father. His voice might sound so calm, but what he heard deceived him. His expression was anything but calm. He was panting; trying to calm himself down for he might regret what would happen if he didn't.

With a knife pointed at August's throat, even a blind man could see that the young father's stare were much sharper then Wizard's knife. But not sharp enough to kill. Wizard gave Louis a smirk. You think just because you've found each other, you're just gonna live happily-ever-after? Not gonna happen!

"No," Wizard answered coldly. He looked at Evan's pleading blue eyes. "You won't." He shook his head. "You won't. Because you know you can't help me. No one can. Not even you. Not even me."

He suddenly felt a sudden rush of emotion. The feeling he felt at the moment were envy, sad, and angry. Envy because he never knew what it was like to be with his family. Sad because he never saw the look in his parents' eyes the way August's parents did. Angry because he couldn't hear his parents the way August could.

He didn't believe it the way August did. He didn't find them the way August did. He didn't even search for them like August did. If he didn't find his happily-ever-after, then August should receive the same fate as he.

Louis' and Lyla's fear grew even worse when Wizard suddenly laughed like he owned some sort of mental illness. Knife still pointing at Evan's neck, ready to cut his flesh. "If I can't have him," Wizard said hauntingly. "Neither can you!" he pointed at Louis and Lyla.

Evan knew something bad was going to happen. So he took his chance and bit Wizard's arm that was holding him. Wizard let out a scream of pain and Evan started running towards his parents. Only this time, he couldn't. Because, Wizard's attempt to catch him was successful.

Wizard's sudden pulled on Evan's right hand forced his body to turn around and headed to a knife Wizard was holding. Evan closed his eyes, unwilling to find out what was going to happen next. The last thing he heard before closing his eyes was the voice of his father screaming for him.

Lyla watched everything that was about to happen, not blinking. Like a movie running in slow motion, she saw her precious son slowly pulled towards the knife that stabbed him at his abdomen.

She saw as Wizard slowly pulled out his knife out of Evan's abdomen, laughing while one of the police pulled a trigger. She watched as the bullet slowly hit Wizard's right hand, causing the weapon he used to stab her son to fall down the ground.

She watched as the police stormed around Wizard who was crying, now. Lyla Novacek then turned her gaze towards Louis who was running towards Evan who was already on the ground. Both of them were crying. One of them was crying in pain, the other was crying for the pain he didn't bear.

Just like Louis's brother, Lyla just stood in front of Louis and Evan. Unable to cry. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to think. Unable to breathe.

The only thing Lyla Novacek was able to do was watch. She watched as blood profuse from Evan's abdomen. She watched as Louis cried for help while pressing his palms onto Evan's wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

She watched everything and prayed she had seen nothing.

Nothing at all.