A/N: I know, I suck. I'm very bad at procrastinating. I actually have this story almost finished, so there will be a bunch of updates today and tomorrow. I'm hoping to finish this up! Thanks soo much to everyone who reviewed this story so far! You guys are awesome!

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Chapter Sixteen: Can You See Me Now?

Previously on A Killer's Funeral:

Alaric smiled as Kasey dumped Spencer's body on a dingy couch near the entrance to the hallway.

Kasey motioned to Spencer's limp form with the bat, and smirked.

"Homerun."

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"What the hell are you doing?"

Lauren sighed, shaking her head.

"Trying to fix things."

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"Oh, god…"

Spencer's hand flew up to her mouth as she began to sob quietly.

"I never meant for any of this…"

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"So, how the hell do we get out of here?"

"This way. We can hide behind here, and wait for them to come back down, because that door," Lauren pointed to the door at the top of the basement stairs, "is locked right now. They'll unlock it before they come down."

"Then we can run up the steps, and lock them down here."

"Exactly."

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Aiden turned off the engine as they stopped in front of the building they believed belonged to Alaric. Ashley began to unbuckle and hop out of the car, but Aiden reached over and grabbed her arm before her foot went out the door.

"Wait, we need to figure out how to get inside."

Ashley looked at him as if he were insane.

"The front door, duh."

Aiden cocked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Do you hear yourself right now? The front door? Don't you think they'll be guarding that?"

"Maybe…"

"They will. It's too dangerous to just bust through their front door. We might get noticed."

Ashley was silent for a beat.

"Sorry…I just really want to get Spencer out of there. So what do we do then?"

"No problem."

Aiden pulled something out of his jacket pocket and unfolded it.

"What's that?"

"Blueprints of the building."

A huge question mark showed above Ashley's head.

"How'd you get them?"

"Printed them out before we left your house."

"Huh."

"What?"

"I didn't think our printer had any ink…"

"Ashley! Stay focused here!"

"I know! Geez…"

"Anyways, according to this, the building has two upper floors and a basement."

"Basement."

"What makes you think that they have her down there."

This time, Ashley cocked an eyebrow at the boy.

"Haven't you seen any scary movies? Come on!"

Ashley jumped out of the vehicle and shut her door as quietly as she could, Aiden repeating her actions. The rounded the building. They had parked a few blocks away, hoping that they weren't noticed. They snuck to the back of the old fashioned building, and noticed that the basement had only one single window.

"Shit."

Aiden ran a hand through his hair and looked at their surroundings. He pointed to a door that was near them.

"What?"

He jabbed his finger at the door.

"Oh!"

They walked over to the door. Aiden jiggled the handle, to see if it was unlocked. It wasn't. Ashley pushed Aiden out of the way and took a nail file, and a paperclip out of her pocket, shoving both into the lock mechanism. As the tumblers aligned, the door clicked open, and Aiden stared at her incredulously.

"What now?"

Aiden pointed at the door.

"How'd you do that, Ash?"

"Magic. Now let's find Spencer!"

He nodded and pulled the door open carefully, trying not to make any sound as they snuck into what seemed to be the dining room. Dilapidated chairs and other pieces of furniture sat in corners, covered in off-white sheets. Ashley began to inspect, trying to find an entrance into the basement.

"Shit!"

Ashley whispered as she accidentally sent an old porcelain vase to the ground. In an attempt to catch it before it shattered on the floor, she dove after it. She grunted as her body hit the floor, her fingertips just barely grazing the vase as it crashed to the ground.

They listened as footsteps got closer to them.

"Oh, god…"

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Spencer and Lauren waited patiently for the door to open. After an hour of sitting on the dirty floor, they heard the door creak open. Spencer nudged Lauren's sleeping form, urging her to wake up. When Lauren's eyes finally opened, Spencer put a finger to her lips, telling the girl to stay quiet. Then she pointed up the stairs.

Both girls watched as Alaric descended the steps into the basement, holding a small handgun. Spencer's eyes went wide. That gun was meant for her.

"Oh, Blondie!" Alaric taunted as he walked over to the area where Spencer was tied up only moments before.

"I have a supr……"

Alaric's voice trailed off as he noticed the untied ropes on the piping and no unconscious body laying on the moth-eaten sofa. Alaric snatched the rope from the pipe, holding it in his hand. He threw the rope against the wall and growled in anger.

"BLONDIE! WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'RE DONE!"

Lauren tugged Spencer out of their hiding spot and up the stairs. Lauren opened the now unlocked door, and reached down for Spencer, who was a little behind her. As she clasped onto Spencer's hand, the girl was suddenly jerked backward.

Looking behind her, Spencer noticed a large, dirty hand grasping her ankle. It was Alaric.

"BLONDIE!"

Spencer kicked, but her foot missed his face by mere inches. He reached up to grab her other ankle, but was suddenly on the floor, clutching his nose. Lauren looked at the pathetic man from her position on the stairs.

"Don't touch." Lauren said, shaking her finger.

Spencer clambered up the steps. Lauren had her hand on the doorknob.

THUD

CRASH

Spencer looked at the other girl.

"What the fuck was that?"