Chapter 8

The old Whitaker Mansion was a large Batman-like house with a gloomy feeling to it. And as soon as they arrived to the creepy old mansion, fear struck them all. "Who's idea was it to come here?" asked Jacob.

Nick and David pointed a finger at Greg. "I'm gonna kill him," muttered Jacob as he lunged at Greg and David and Nick held him back.

"Easy Jacob!" yelled Billy.

"What's up with Jake?" asked Greg.

They all glanced at Greg. "What?"

"Did you just call him 'Jake'?" asked Nick.

"Yeah…why?"

"That's what Danny use to call him because he could never get this B's right," explained David.

"How did you know?" asked Nick.

"Just popped into my head."

The twin girls smiled as they began to walk up to the large door. As they got closer, chills began to shiver up their spines. "Uh…maybe we should turn back," said Greg as he began to walk away.

"Oh no you don't," muttered Nick as he pulled Greg forward.

As soon as they touched the icy cold door knob, they pushed open the door and stepped inside. The mansion was empty save for the thousands of spider webs and cob webs. "I' not liking this place," began Gracie when suddenly, a jingle filled their ears.

They all turned and stared at Nick who was opening his cellphone. "Stokes…can you hold on a second Grissom, you're breaking up."

Nick help up a finger and stepped outside. "What's up Grissom?"

"Nick, the DNA test came back. You and Greg share three alleles in common."

"What?"

"Nick…Greg is your brother."

Nick stood nailed to the ground in shock. "Nick?"

Before he could answer, the door to the mansion closed and locked in place, sealing Nick out from his family. "No!"

"Nick, what's going on?"

"I'm gonna have to call you right back."

"Nick…don't…"

But Nick had already hung up his phone and began banging on the door. "DAVID! GRACIE! LAURA! BILLY! JACOB! GREG! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

And then, Nick heard a sound that he wished he never had to hear again; his sister's screams, his brother's yells and Greg's calling out for help.

Nick help up a finger and walked outside, leaving everybody inside. "So, where should we check out first?" asked Billy.

"Maybe we should split up," suggested Greg.

"No, we should stay together. We have no idea what's in here," countered David.

"But then it would take us forever to search the entire place. We should split up."

Before David could counterattack, the door shut behind them and a large net draped over them, trapping them all together. Gracie and Laura screamed, David and Billy fought to get free and the only thing Greg could think to do was call for help. "NICK!"

Just then, a small canister flew from the top floor and as soon as it hit the ground gas began to spray into the room. "Oh shit," muttered Greg.

Quickly, he motioned all of them to place their shirts over their nose and mouth, but it was too late. Before they knew it, they all passed out. Before Greg finally gave in, he saw a dark shadow creeping towards them.

"GREG! DAVID! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

Still no answer came which made Nick worry. What the hell happened in there? Why did he have to leave? All these things ran through his mind as he continued to bang on the door. If you saw Nick beating his hands bloody on the door, you could see the desperation in his eyes. He had seen his siblings taken from him once, he wasn't going to let it happen again. Desperately, Nick looked around trying to find a way in to no avail. To think that this was a huge mansion with all the windows on the top floor. Hoping there was a way through the back, Nick ran to the back, only to find chains looped through the door handle. Nick could only think of one thing to do; break a window. Looking for a window close to the ground, Nick found one that led into the kitchen. So, Nick picked up a rock and used all his strength to throw it at the window. The window shattered and provided Nick with an entrance. Small jagged pieces of glass cut into Nick's skin, but he fought the pain and stepped inside. A thin layer of smog settled on the floor as Nick looked around. "GREG! DAVID! ANYONE!" he shouted.

There was no answer. Nick was only met by silence. Slowly, Nick unholstered his gun and began to scan every room, only to find nobody in the house at all. Where had they gone? That's when he hard screeching tires from outside. "No…"

Nick busted through the front door and saw a black van speeding away. "NO!"

With anger, Nick fired off a few rounds at the van, but the van was already to far gone. So Nick did the only thing he thought to do; he fell to the ground and cried.

TBC…

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