It's finally here! Chapter 9 of "A Horror Trip"! :D

Sorry for the wait, again... But on the positive side, it shows that I don't spend my entire life on the internet ;)

Anywho, ENJOY! XD

Chapter 9:

"LEO!"

The scream ripped through Bree's throat as she stared at the terrifying scene before her. Her mind couldn't quite grasp the horrors it presented. Chase was going to kill Leo. Though just as the knife went down Adam sprung to action, and before he even knew it himself he has fired his heat vision. At his own brother...

The knife missed its target and sliced the skin of Leo's arm instead as the laser bore into Chase's shoulder. The teen stumbled backwards with a painted grunt and for a moment Adam could swore he saw a flicker of hazel in his eyes. Though he barely had a second to think the thought before Bree had grabbed both him and Leo and fled the scene.

A moment later the three siblings stood on the cornfield. Bree immediately turned to her little brother, a quiet gasp leaving her lips as she saw the blood trailing down his left arm. She quickly tore off a bit of his sleeve and wrapped it around the wound.

"Are you okay?" she asked, trying to ignore how weak her own voice sounded.

"Yeah, i-it's just a flesh wound." Leo mumbled quietly and Bree carefully looked him over. He looked a bit pale and shaken -nothing weird there- but otherwise he seemed fine. Deciding they actually had far worse problems at hand, Bree tied the cloth tightly and gave Leo a pat on the shoulder before she turned towards her other brother. Adam was staring dead ahead; his eyes empty, his jaw tight. Bree could almost see the thoughts that swirled around in his head.

Slowly she reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly in the process. That snapped him out of his daze and he looked down at her. The tears in his eyes caused her own to water. She didn't say anything -what could she even say? Instead she squeezed his hand again. He tried to smile at her reassuringly, but in honesty it looked more like a grimace. But it was enough for the moment; soft squeezes and half-smiles.

It's okay, she wanted to tell him. It's going to be okay. But she wasn't sure about that anymore...

"This is great!" James suddenly exclaimed, snapping all three sibling from their thoughts. The ghost seemed completely unbothered by the glares they sent his way as a big grin spread across his face. "This is so, so great!" he continued in a cheerful voice and pointed at the mansion behind them. "That was really great! That-"

"What's wrong with you?!" Adam cut James's ranting off. The ghost's smile dropped and he stared at the three siblings as if he couldn't understand why they weren't as excited.

"That was great news." he explained and pointed once more.

"Great news?" Bree echoed with an incredulous huff. "How could that be great news?! He tried to kill us!"

"I told you he would..." James muttered, more to himself, but quickly shook his head before they could become even more angry at him. "That's not important right now."

Bree exchanged a glance with her brothers, and saw the same doubt in their eyes. Maybe James has finally lost it? Being a ghost trapped with your murderer, watching him kill innocent? Maybe it had all become too much for him?

"That means I was right." James continued, unaware of the girl's thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"My theory. About how Michael's hold could be weakened. I was just proven right." the man explained. "It's even more efficient than I thought it would be."

A tense silence fell over the group. What James was saying was indeed great news, but Leo couldn't have been less relieved. Nothing that had just happened could mean that the ghost's solution would be good... His previous words rang clearly through Leo's minds.

"But we're not going to like it..?" he slowly asked and James shook his head sadly.

"I'm afraid not."

XxXxX

[Meanwhile at the Davenport household...]

Douglas looked up from the cooking program he was watching as the front door opened. Expecting it to be the kids, the man frowned as he saw his brother and sister-in-law enter.

"Tonight was great, Donald." Tasha said as she took off her coat. "Especially considering Eddie wasn't there to pester us."

Douglas could see his brother was about to protest, but one firm look from his wife changed his mind.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the evening." Donald replied instead and gave the woman a kiss.

"I'm going to bed, don't stay up too long." she said before disappearing up the stairs.

"Well, someone's finally learned when to shut up." Douglas commented and his brother spun around, suddenly realizing he had an audience.

"Douglas? I didn't think you would-... Eh, never mind." Donald said as he walked closer to the couch, with a frown. "What's up with the frown?"

The younger brother blinked at him surprised as his brother took the words right out of his mouth. Then he realized he was still frowning.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought you were the kids."

"The kids?" Donald asked confused.

"Yeah, you know the ones you stole from me, and your wife's son? Ring a bell?"

"That's not- Ugh!" Douglas couldn't help but smirk at the frustration that crossed his brother's face. It didn't matter how old they become, annoying his brother would always be a sweet pleasure.

"Why would it be the kids?" Donald questioned as he glared at his brother.

"They're not home. I thought they would try and be home before you came back." Douglas explained as he turned off the TV.

"They're not home?" Donald echoed.

"Am I speaking Greek? No, they're not home, Donnie. I just told you that." Douglas muttered. "The lab's empty."

"Did you check the fridge?" Donald continued, already walking towards the kitchen. Now it was Douglas's turn to be confused.

"The fridge?" he echoed. "Why would I check the fridge? I don't think they're in it."

"Of course they're not in it." Donald muttered and rolled his eyes as his brother chuckled at his own joke. "I meant did you check for a note."

"If they're sneaking out, you know, going somewhere they're not supposed to, why would they leave a note?" Douglas questioned, though nonetheless followed his brother to the fridge.

"Because not all teens are breaking the rules all the time." Donald pointed out. "Plus, everybody isn't always all in on the idea... Aha! See?"

Donald took of a small piece of paper from the door, holding up it triumphantly before reading it.

"Chase left a note. Apparently the others were insisting on going to the... Horror House of Mission Creek'?" Donald explained, frowning at the name. "Okay, mystery solved." he then added and shrugged lightly, not putting much more thought to the matter. His brother, however, had another state of mind.

"WHAT?!" Douglas shouted, actually startling his brother. "The Horror House of Mission Creek, are they insane?!"

"Wow, calm down, crazy!" Donald exclaimed, trying to hush his brother.

"Calm down? This is the Horror House of Mission Creek we're talking about!"

"So? What's the problem with that?" Donald asked, causing Douglas to stare at him oddly; as if he considered him insane as well.

"The Horror House of Mission Creek, Donnie." Douglas repeated slowly, as if that would clear any and every confusion. But it had the opposite effect.

"I still don't see the problem here. What's this 'Horror House' anyway?" Donald asked and almost worried his brother's eyes would actually pop out of his skull because of how big they became.

"How can you not know what the Horror House of Mission Creek is?" Douglas questioned incredulously.

"I think you're abusing that name a little bit."

"This is serious, Donnie!" Douglas whisper-shouted, suddenly not wanting to make Tasha come back down.

"Okay..." Donald agreed, still very confused. He was starting to wonder if his brother had banged his head under the night, because he seemed to be losing his mind at the moment. Even more than usually. "Why would I even now what this thing is?"

"How can you not know?! It's a freaking local legend here! How long have you lived here?" Douglas asked dumbfounded over his brother's obliviousness. But he shook his head before Donald had the chance to answer. "You seriously need to get out more..."

"Well, please enlighten me, Douglas. What is this Horror House of Mission Creek?" Donald prompted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Gladly!" Douglas said and gave a quick, yet very detailed, explanation of the so-called "local legend".

"I don't believe in fairy tales." Donald stated once his brother was finished.

"Well, neither do I." Douglas countered, though his brother looked at him skeptically. "Okay, fine, maybe I do. But that's not the point here! What's important is whether or not you're willing to risk the kids' lives on that there's nothing weird going on in that house."

XxXxX

[Back on the cornfield...]

"Okay, like it or not, just spit it out!" Leo urged James, the growing panic he felt coloring his voice. They didn't have time for this! Leo could sense the helplessness from his siblings. He could also sense the huge fight that would come if things kept going like this. That thought alone sent shivers down his spine.

The huge fight..? They couldn't have that! They couldn't fight Michael! Not like this. Not as long as he was in Chase...

James hesitated once more, adding fuel to their already growing dread. Though the urgent, begging and frightened looks they gave him made him realize that there was no going around this... It was the best solution. He was sure of that. Though he doubted they would agree right away. Looking each of the teens in the eyes before casting a quick glance back at the mansion James sighed. They didn't have time for this... Michael could come out any second.

"It's simple really." James began, his voice clear in the chilly night air. "The only way to weaken Michael's hold, to defeat him, is by... hurting your brother."

For a moment a deafening silence fell over the field, not even the wind could be heard, as the siblings took in his words. Then their faces turned to ones of horror and disgust and the scene exploded with their shouts.

"WHAT?!" "Are you insane?!" "NO, no way!"

"It's the only way!" James exclaimed himself, frustrated that they refused to see that he was right. "We need to do this. Michael can't feel any pain, he's a ghost after all. But as long as he's inside your brother's body he's limited to his abilities and weaknesses. If you hurt your brother, you hurt Michael. If Michael gets hurt, if he feels pain, his hold will weaken. He might even loose the grip altogether. And if he does, if he loses his possession of your brother, I can do something. If we're lucky I might even get rid of him for good."

"I'm hearing a whole lot of 'if's here." Leo pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. He could see the same -hesitant- defiance he felt himself in his siblings.

"It really is the only way here." James reasoned and Leo could feel his stubbornness falter further.

He's right, he thought as he exchanged glances with his brother and sister. Though before anyone of them could say anything the sound of a speeding and approaching car reached their ears.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hope you like it, reviews are always appreciated, and all that! ;D

By the way, I might start posting some the Flash fanfictions sometime in the future. I've finally found the time to watch the show and boy, did I get hooked! It's so amazing! If you haven't watched it, I highly recommend it :D

Either way, that's all for today folks! Until next time! :) /Libra