Shrugging, William motioned for his brothers to get out of the room. The substance had continued to smolder while the bizarre act had played out, and it was beginning to send lazy flames out, beginning to eat through the wooden floor.

"Come on, there's going to be a big fire soon." William muttered, pushing them towards the exit.

"Will, what's an armory?" Owen whimpered, clutching his arm as they raced down the corridor.

"It's where you keep arms. Guns."

"Oh."

The hallway quickly filled with smoke, telling them that the substance had grown hungrier since they'd left it. When they burst through the exit, and made it outside their chests heaved as they eagerly breathed in clean air.

The sounds of running feet made William push the boys behind him, but the men ran past him, seemingly determined to reach a particular spot on the grounds. Most of then men ran there of their own free will, but a few were being punched and kicked as they were dragged there.

To their surprise, they found that they were utterly ignored in the chaos. In fact, they were the only ones that noticed when Owen swayed on his feet and passed out. Luckily, William caught him before hit the ground.

" What's wrong with him?" Benji asked in a panic as William struggled to pick Owen up.

"His arm is broken, I think the pain made him faint." William watched the men for a moment, and looked away the second that the first gunshot rang out. It was too late, though, and his eyes managed to catch a gout of blood as it sprayed in the air. Benji jumped at the sound, but fortunately managed to miss the man shooting himself.

Not wanting to Benji to see, or to see any more himself, he pointed towards the parking lot. "Let's head towards that car." He picked a small car he hoped had automatic transmission. "Ha. Guess bad guys don't think people do about things to them in return." Looking inside the car revealed that the keys were in the ignition.

" Yeah. I guess not." Benji agreed." What are we going to do with a car?"

" Open the back door would you? Owen is kind of heavy, you know."

As soon as Benji open the back door, William laid the unconscious boy on the back seat. He tried to buckle him in but wasn't terribly successful. " Get in the front seat, Benji." When Benji started to walk around to the passenger side door, William stopped him. "No. The driver seat."

Benji made no move to comply and just gave him a frightened look. " I don't understand."

"I need you to take Owen away from here and look for somebody to help him. He's going to need to see a doctor, and pretty much any grown-up that isn't here is bound to help you."

"But I can't drive. Why don't you do it, you're older." Benji's voice was dangerously close to a whine.

"Dad. And my mom. I know where there being held, any need to let them out before the fire gets any worst."

How do you know?"

"I just know."

Benji seemed to accept that. "But I really don't know how to drive."

"Sure you do. Don't you remember when dad took us to go-cart last month? You were great at it. Driving a car is the same sort of thing. One pedal is the gas, and the other one, nearer the driver door, is to brake. Just go real slow. If you're lucky, a cop will see you."

"How would that be lucky?!"

" It'd be lucky because a cop would definitely help you and Owen."

"Ok, what do I tell the grown-up who asks what's going on?" Benji wanted to know. "You know grownups ask all sort of questions."

William shrugged. "You tell them the truth. Crazy people who believe in aliens kidnapped you and your family. Your older brother is trying to help your parents, and they will meet you at the hospital."

"Okay... "

"It really will be okay, you know."

Benji gave him a doubtful look, but climbed into the car and started it.

"If you stay straight on this road you are bound to run into another one eventually. Drive slow!"