Can we just pretend that it hasn't been over a half year since I updated this story...? No? Okay... I'm so incredibly sorry about that, honestly, but some stuff happened...

Anywho, the long overdue chapter 11 is finally here! I originally planned on making it a bit longer, but decided to throw you a bone (plus, I'm not quite sure how to write the next part).

ENJOY! :D

Chapter 11:

Slowly, almost painfully so, Michael entered the cornfield, his whole body radiating of Chase's usual confidence. Something that any other day would be comforting at best or annoying at worst. But now all it did was add to the dread they were all feeling as Michael came to a halt about 30 feet in front of them. His mouth twisted into a smug grin and his grip tightened around the two knives he'd brought with him as his black eyes slowly traveled over the group.

Adam and Bree stood in front. Their hands were curled into fists and their postures tense, they were ready to defend their family if needed to. Though hesitation and pain were clearly written across their faces. It took no genius to see that they wouldn't do anything unless they absolutely had to. A few steps behind them stood the other three. Douglas's fingers were tightly curled around the handle of the gun, the shot merely a decision from being a fired. He was determined, his hands steady, but just like Adam and Bree there was an awful realization that kept him from pressing the trigger. He wouldn't just be shooting the killer ghost, he would be shooting Chase too. Leo watched the scene unfold itself with wide frightened eyes. With a hand pressed against his wounded arm, he followed the possessed teen's every movement. Donald was standing right beside his brother, a hand squeezing the younger man's shoulder. If it was to stop him from taking action or comfort him in his decision, Donald couldn't even tell himself. All he knew was the panic spreading throughout his body like a disease as his brain failed to find a way out of this mess that didn't involve any undesired actions.

"So...?" Michael said, breaking the tense silence. "What's the big plan?" he continued, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

Bree had to look down at the ground, fighting the urge to run away. She couldn't bear to see the blackness of her brother's usually soft eyes anymore. She couldn't bear to hear the sinister laugh coming from Chase's mouth, or the ominous words being said in that familiar teasing tone. She couldn't bear this. She couldn't bear Michael. Yet still, there was nothing she could do about it... Or where there? Well, she could always- NO! How could she even consider hurting her baby brother?

"What do you want from us?" Donald's voice shook as he took a step forward, letting his hand fall from Douglas's shoulder. Michael tilted his head when he met his gaze, disappointment turning his smirk into a frown.

"I thought that was pretty obvious." He muttered and shook his head. "You do know what I want, don't you?"

Donald's gaze fell to the ground, the lump in his throat keeping him from answering. Michael was right…

"Yes, you do!" Michael chimed and his face once more lit up with excitement. "So, what are you going to do? Huh? James?"

His gaze turned towards the ghost, the awful smirk back on his face.

"What are you going to do, hmm?" Michael questioned. "I mean there aren't really much you can do. You're weak, always has been. A disgrace to all the ghosts in this gloomy world."

"I, we, are going to stop you. Once and for all." James said, his voice full of the certainty the others had yet to find.

Michael's smirk widened once more, clearly not taking James's statement as the threat it was. Though Donald did, causing him to spin towards the ghost, his face horrorstruck.

"No! No, we're not gonna go through with that!" he blurted out, shaking his head frantically. He refused to believe the ghost's plan was their only solution.

Douglas turned around too, his position mirroring his brother's previous one with a hand on the other man's shoulder. Donald looked full ready to jump the ghost, and although that would be quite an amusing scene, now was not the time for that.

Though as the billionaire engaged in a heated argument with James, and Douglas tried to both support Donald's opinion and calm the situation down, Michael changed. His smirk dropped and his hands tightened around the knives as his eyes narrowed and darkened -however that now was possible. Even Bree barely had time to react as he suddenly shortened the distance between them and launched himself at the group.

As Leo jumped backwards with a yelp, Bree slammed herself into Douglas, knocking down both him and Donald. While the others moved, Michael collided with Adam with a loud thud, causing both brothers to crash to the ground.

"No!" Bree screamed as she scrambled to her feet, watching her brothers wrestle on the ground. So many times before had she rolled her eyes or laughed, maybe even called them childish, at that very sight. Now though... Now, the sight made her sick. Chase wasn't just fighting with Adam, he was trying to kill him.

Eventually Adam got the upper hand, or maybe he went from simply defending to actually attacking? Whatever the cause, his foot suddenly found its home in his brother's chest and the smaller boy was sent flying through the air. As Michael came to a rolling stop, Bree rushed to Adam's side. Helping him up, the two siblings started at their baby brother. Michael was laughing, as he too got up on his feet. It was the same laugh as when he had just possessed Chase, and it once more sent shivers down Bree's spine.

"Now that," Michael said, his eyes as black as ever. "That was fun!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hope you liked the chapter! Reviews are always appreciated! :D

I will try to get the next one up soon, but school's quite hectic right now, so no promises...

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Only 2 (maybe 3) more chapters to go! Soon until next time! :) /Libra