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Here is the next chapter! This one is rather long, so hang tight!

Race stared at his phone in disbelief. An amber alert was issued. For Albert. Normally amber alerts are only issued within a few days of a child's dissappearence. But Albert had been missing for six months.

Race's mind went numb. Why would they send out a new amber alert? He reread the alert, '2013 Green Toyota Camry,' and then it struck him.

Albert was kidnapped.

Recently.

And he was able to get in contact with the emergency services.

Race's heart pounded inside his chest. Albert was alive, for now. He had to find him. He had to get his brother.

The only problem was that Jack wouldn't ever let him go out into New York at night. He sighed and plopped down onto his bed.

Race looked over to Albert's side of the room. The peeling posters, the gray bed, the scattered Legos, it made Race sick. His brother had been kidnapped. There was a possibility that Albert was dying or already dead.

Race knew he had to find his brother.

"Bill, are they here yet?" Albert asked, again.

"No. I promise that they are so close." Albert sighed. He was cold and cramped in the trunk. He took a deep breath.

"Bill?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"I think I'm gonna die." Albert put it out there. He told the truth. He knew what his fate was going to be.

Bill gasped on the other end of the line, "Buddy, no. Don't say that. We are going to get you back to your fam-"

"Bill, I need you to send a message for me."

"Wha-what?"

Albert sniffed, "I need you to tell my family something if I die."

"Al, bud-"

"I need you to tell them that I love them, and that I wish I was able to spend more time with them. I need you to tell Buttons and Romeo to stay happy, Specs to stay nerdy, and Crutchie to never get rid of his optimism. Jack needs to know to protect my brothers. Jojo needs to know that I love him and I'm glad his safe. And Race," Albert sniffed, "Race needs to know that he's always been my best friend, and I'm sorry that I'm not there for him, even though we promised to have each other's backs." Tears were pouring down his face.

"Albert-"

"Can you do that for me?"

"Absolutely."

Race waited until his brothers were all asleep. Specifically, Jack and Specs. And Crutchie. Crutchie was a nosy little prick.

Race slowly crawled out of his bed, and tied his shoes. He grabbed a small bag and filled it with a warm jacket, hoodie, a scarf, mittens, and a hat, just in case Albert didn't have any Winter clothes.

He bundled himself up, pocketed his phone, and slung the bag over his shoulders. He crept downstairs and left a note on the kitchen counter.

Race walked outside to where the bikes were kept. He took a deep breath. A bike incident was what caused Albert to be sent away. It had been months since Race had even touched a bike. His own bike was still bent out of shape, and couldn't be used.

Race undid the lock that kept Albert's bike in place. Albert's bike was the bike that would work the best. He lowered the seat just a little, since Albert was taller than him, and got on.

Race breathed in. He was scared. Scared to get back on the bike. A bike is what led to this mess. A bike is what led to the constant aching in his left leg. A bike is what took away his brothers. A bike caused Jojo to go mute. A bike caused him to miss Albert's birthday. A bike is what led to Albert being kidnapped.

But a bike might help get Albert back.

Race pushed off on the pedals. He biked about three feet.

And he fell over.

He got back up and brushed himself off. He picked up the bike and got back on.

He was scared, that was a fact.

But the two had made a promise to each other when they were little, they were going to watch each other's backs.

And Race planned to do just that.

Jojo was trapped. Snyder had locked him up in the closet, and Jojo was scared. He could hear Albert's screams. The spider was killing his brother. Albert was dying.

Snyder thrust the closet door open and pulled Jojo out by his hair.

"You get to watch him die, you little punk."

Jojo's breathing quickened, and his heart was pounding so hard that he was sure it was going to pop out of his chest.

"Jojo, run." Albert moaned from the ground. But Jojo was frozen.

Snyder brought out a knife. He grinned as he ran a finger over his blade.

"Jojo, run." Albert said, louder this time.

"Shut it, punk." Snyder said, before thrusting the knife into Albert's side, and then pulling it back out. Albert screamed.

Jojo tried to scream, but he couldn't make any sound. Blood was pouring out of his brother's side, as Albert screamed in pain. He was writhing on the floor, clutching his side.

Jojo could only look on with horror. The screams filled the room as Albert bled out. Snyder was still holding the bloody knife.

Finally, the spider had enough of Albert's screams. He pulled out a hand pistol, and aimed at the boys face.

BANG.

The screams stopped.

Jojo wanted to scream. He felt hot tears pour down his cheeks. No, no, no! Albert wasn't dead. Albert couldn't be dead.

"Your turn." Snyder said, pointing the gun at Jojo's head.

BANG.

Jojo awoke with a start. He was sweating buckets. Albert's screamed echoed in his head. The tears came next.

Jojo ran out of his room and across the hall. He opened Jack's door and jumped into his brother's bed.

Needless to say, Jack was startled when Jojo jumped on top of him.

Rubbing his eyes, Jack said, "Jojo, what's wrong?" Jojo continued crying. "Did you have a nightmare?" The boy nodded. Jack hugged his baby brother close to his chest, and rocked him back and forth. "It's just a dream."

Jojo sniffed and dug his head into Jack's shirt.

"Are you gonna stay with me tonight?" Jojo nodded.

"How long do ya think it's gonna take Race to join us?"

Jojo shrugged, and rested his head against Jack's chest.

Jack kissed his baby brother's head, "Goodnight, Jojo. I love you."

Albert felt the car stop. "Bill, they've stopped."

"Oka-" Albert heard the cat doors slam.

"Bill, they've gotten out!"

"Okay, calm down. Stay on the line. Do not hang up. Okay?"

"They're coming, Bill, I'm scared." He could hear the footsteps coming closer.

"Albert, do not hang up the phone. Understand?"

Albert gasped as the trunk door was opened. His eyes widened when he saw what Oscar had at his feet.

"BILL THEY HAVE A COFFIN!" He screamed into the phone before it was yanked put of his hands. Morris threw it onto the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"You didn't think we would let you live, did you?" Oscar sneered.

Morris pulled the boy out of the car and started beating him. Oscar was on the side of the road, digging a hole.

"STOP! PLEASE!" Albert screamed. He tried getting to his feet, only to be thrown down again. Morris was relentless, hitting harder and harder each time.

Did Race have a plan?

No.

Well, he kinda did.

He was going to bike around looking for his brother, but that really wasn't that good of plan. So, he started yelling Albert's name in the hopes that Albert would respond.

It was no use.

Biking around Central Park, Race stopped yelling for a moment. His throat was hurting. He should have brought a water bottle.

"Stop!" Someone yelled. "Please!" Whoever it was sounded like they were in pain. Race biked over to the source of the sound.

He hopped off of the bike, and threw his helmet onto the ground. He ran over and froze at what he saw.

Two men, taller then Jack and even buffer than Spot, were beating up some kid. Nearby was a hole with a coffin next to it. Race's heart pounded, they were planning on killing this kid.

Then Race realized it.

That was no random kid.

That was Albert.

Race let out a strangled cry, "ALBERT!" He ran and jumped on one of the men. The man let out a a small gasp, but flung Race onto the ground, knocking the air out of the teen.

"Race?" Albert let out, weakly.

Race replied, "Hey, Albert."

"What do we do with him?" One of the men sneered.

"Bury both of them. There's room in that coffin." Race gasped as he and Albert were thrown into the coffin, and the lid was locked.

They were being buried alive.

Jack woke up with Jojo laying on his chest, awake.

"So, I guess Race didn't join us." Jack yawned and sat up, rolling Jojo off of the bed. The boy rolled his eyes, and then pulled the blanket off of Crutchie's bed.

"Hey Crutchie, time to wake up." Jack said. He was met with a moan. "I need you two to go wake up the others while I prep breakfast."

"Fine," Crutchie sighed, getting out of bed. Jojo followed his brother out the door. Jack smiled, and headed downstairs.

"JACK! RACE ISN'T HERE!" Jack ran to Race's room, where Crutchie was standing frozen in the door frame. Race's bed was empty.

"RACER!" He yelled, running downstairs to see if his brother was in the living room.

No luck.

He opened the front door and stepped out. "RACER!" Still, no response. Jack was panicking. He ran to the place where they kept the bikes. "One, two, three, four, five," he counted, "One more broken one."

Albert's bike was missing.

The bike that would fit Race the best.

"Jack! This was on the table!" Specs shouted, carrying a note. Jack snatched it from his hands, unfolded it and began reading.

Jack-

I have taken Albert's bike to go find Albert.

You're probably really scared, but don't be, I'm perfectly fine.

I'll come back as soon as I find out brother.

Love,

Race

Jack finished reading the note and let out a small cry. Two of his boys were gone.

"Specs, go get my phone." Specs ran back into the house. Jack sat down on the stoop and looked at the note. Two of his boys were out there, alone, and it was freezing.

When Specs returned, Jack took the phone, and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My baby brother ran away."

hee hee

That's it.

The end.

No more writing.

No, I'm kidding...or am I?

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Pegz:-P