A/N: If you really wanted to see the extent of Reid's torture -- you can ask for it in a review. But i figured that reactions are more moving that actual horror. I hope it isn't a disappointment. This chapter is ultra short. I'm sorry, I know how frustrating that is. But you know (or I hope you do anyway...) that I'm good for a semi speedy update. So just review and...yeah...

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No, I hear a knock at the front door
Don't come in
I try to look at you but I can't stop shaking
Leave me alone just go away
Mother I'm so scared
I'm so scared

- Black Orchid; Blue October

"Reid?" Caleb asked lowly, as he rounded another corner. It was as if the boy had just upped and disappeared. Caleb frozed, his thoughts returning to Chase. And then he saw it just outside Pogue's room, on the ground. The drops of blood. Caleb, supposed leader, was once again too late. He angrily turned around, more lost than he had ever been in his life. He tried quickly to think of a way out of this as he returned to Tyler's side. What was he going to do? Half the covenant was currently hospitalized. Not just half -- but one of the softest guys he has ever met and then the supposed peace keeper. His mother kept calling him about stupid shit that he had promised to do but never gotten around to it because his life was crumbling beneath his feet and he was free falling and all he wanted to do was cry. And now Reid Garwin had disappeared. Caleb was surprised with how pissed that made him. Reid was impulsive, careless, thoughtless and sometimes downright rude. But this was his brother. Blood. And it was the last straw. Only when you have nothing left are you free to do what is necessary.

When he returned to Tyler's room he was surprised to see the dull blue eyes watching him. "What?" Caleb asked, crossing the hospital room to stop beside Tyler's bed. The boy looked apprehensive; even beneath the bruises Caleb could read him like a book. Because Tyler was different. He didn't put on a face or hide his thoughts. He didn't lie and he didn't care about how soft that made him look.

"Where's Reid?" Tyler asked. His voice was surprisingly steady because he felt anything but steady. He felt terrified; suddenly grateful for all the times he'd waken up to Reid's reassuring words - to Reid's surprisingly soft hands stroking his sweaty face, or carressing his hair in a way that was so un-reid-like.

"What's wrong?" Caleb countered. His expression was firm, but Tyler saw the fear hidden in his dark gaze. Caleb was worried -- and that worried Tyler.

"I had a dream," Tyler said quietly. "I've been having a lot of dreams. It's probably nothing."

"What is it?" Caleb pressed. He felt like he should sit. Maybe backing away from Tyler and showing him that he was willing to listen, just as Reid had listened to all his previous dreams, would help the boy open up. But Caleb remained standing. Reid didn't do comfort but he knew how. Caleb didn't know how -- and he didn't do comfort.

"I dreamt of Chase," Tyler admitted quietly. Caleb nodded encouragingly. "He was nailing Reid to a cross." Caleb nodded again. "And I felt it, Caleb. I felt him scream. His voice was lost in the wind. But I felt him scream; it was so strong. It hurt."

"Do you think --" Caleb paused, clearing his throat before trying again. He wasn't good at asking others what they proposed. "Do you think that this is Covenant related? You think that Chase --"

"It sounds stupid," Tyler agreed, his eyes dropping away from Caleb's heavy gaze.

"Do you think that Chase is doing this?" Caleb asked. There was something in his voice, something that pulled Tyler's eyes back to his. There was no laughter or mockery in his voice, but there was something else. Trust. Tyler nodded curtly and Caleb returned his grim nod. "Then okay. Do you have...anything else. Anything that could --"

"Yes," Tyler answered quickly. "He's in front of that building -- in the middle of Death Row. Me and Reid used to go there when we were younger -- to get away from the pressures of life and smoke p--" Tyler's voice died out as he realized just who he was talking to.

Caleb didn't seem to notice. "Death Row?" He repeated. "How come I've never heard of --"

"Because we named it," Tyler interrupted a second time. He shoved the blankets back and stumbled to his feet. He paused, steadying himself, and waving Caleb away when Caleb rushed to his aid. Tyler stumbled over to Reid's overnight bag, and rummaged slowly through it. He quickly changed into a pair of Reid's blue jeans and a black hoody. He tried to ignore the essence of Reid that still resided in them. "I'm coming with you," he added and started for the door.

It was the most movement Tyler had done in four days, and he realized just how trying it all was; especially when Caleb came up behind him and pressured him into leaning on him. Caleb smelled nice, like after shave. Reid smelt different. He smelt like Power, a sort of pine tree smell, mixed with a suave shampoo that Tyler bought and this other smell -- something that was just Reid. Tyler breathed in deeply, sinking gingerly into the passanger seat of Caleb's car.

Death Row wasn't as far from the hospital as Tyler thought, and the second Caleb parked the car at the edge of the woodland Tyler was out of it, stumbling and limping forward, his breath coming in quick, short gasps. "Reid?" Tyler called out, the name coming out as a loud gasp. Caleb must have gone searching in a different direction because all Tyler could see were trees. All he could hear was himself. It was like the crickets and the birds and the wind itself had just died. "Reid!" He shouted, his voice raw with the effort of breathing. And then his foot caught onto a root and he fell forward. He yelped loudly right before his chin hit something hard. Hissing and jerking back in pain, Tyler realized that his chin had hit a bare foot. Tyler's head jerked up and he gasped, stumbling back to his feet. "Reid," he breath.