All alone in the world. A zip up hoodie being his only companion he hated his keeper. Kendall watched as the man before him sharpened his tools. This was before he met Logan, Carlos, and Lucy. He had already known Jo. She was the first to reach out to him in school. Logan had no clue that he would one day live in the house his dearest friend had been held hostage and tortured in.

Mason stepped forward into the black silhouette. His eyes eclipsed into a bright yellow as he sank down and tangled his arms with that of Kendall. "Im losing you Kendall..." The boy in the smoke scented jacket looked back at the creature in his grasp. "Why me?" He asked so somberly. Mason did not respond. He merely lied there. After a few moments they spoke once again. "Kendall you have a chance to fix this... and no one would blame you if you took the same route." A tear and a single sob. "If you kill him today... he kills us all in the future." The boy stood to his feet, his tail swiveling behind him and he walked out of the picture. The music was different now. 'Sleeping at last' had taken over. "You're listening to death radio..." No one said. Kendall liked to imagine. He liked to see a world that was never there. If he lets this man kill him he saves all of his friends to be... but if he chooses that route he never meets them. He would never get close to his brother James, never fall in love with Carlos. The fact was that a lot of their connection had been through the death of them all, if he lets himself die today none of that would be true.

This is why Kendall faught back. This is why, in this one moment, he allowed everything in him to explode. 'Caught in the riptide... I was searching for the truth. There was a reason... i could let it into you.' He lunged forward and tackled the man to the ground. The chain connecting him to Patricks bed would not stop him from doing what he had to. In fact it came at a bit of an advantage. He used it to tie around the old mans neck as he reached over to the mans side pulling a gun from its holster. 'Calling your name in the midnight hour... reaching for you in the endless dream. so many miles between us now... but you were always here with me.' The two of them struggled for a moment before a single gunshot rang through the room.

Camille, she sat by the waters listening to it trickle down the rocks and cascade into the pond below. She tilted her head to the side and her ear flickered. She smiled looking up into the sky. She had done it... she survived. She made it here... a personal paradise. Her conscious had accepted death and when she recovered herself from personal sin the world around her morphed. Her energy became pure love. She was at peace. Kendall ran by in front of her chasing the sunrise. Carlos fumbling through the tall grass after him. James knelt down next to Camille and lifted in his hands a flower shaped much like a cup bringing the waters of the stream to his lips. He passed it to her and she did the same. Frolicking above in the trees, Katie and Manzana played. Using their tails to swing from branch to branch, they laughed and roared and eventually splashed into the pond. Camille leaned over the pond and ran a hand through it leaving behind a trail of color.

Here they could be any age they chose. They could be as free of spirit as they wanted too. This place was not in the house. It was beyond the house. They felt at first that it might be hell disguised as a utopia but no... they were the only ones here. They were all one in the same. The fact, however, still remained... They were missing some pieces. Manzana surfaced. He looked to Camille. "Ill need you to return one last time with me..." She nodded. She understood why. The two of them stood to their feet and began walking through the trees leading back to the tree house belonging to Carlos and Kendall.

When she awoke she was back in Patrick's room. She looked over seeing the boy sitting at his desk playing his guitar. He sang 'Moondust' by Jaymes Young. She smiled and listened close. "I wish you could go with us." She said. He stopped playing to notice her. "You're back." He smiled. "Ill bet you hate it here." Camille sighed as she stood to her feet. He shook his head with a half crooked smile. "Nah... its a comfy place." He continued to strum his tune. "Id suggest the bathroom... it where Logan killed Jo. Her Personal heavens are there as well as the information you need." He spoke of the Auditorium. Its in the bathroom because its where Jos soul went when she died. However a part of her remained until recently. Thanks to Katie the creature was gone.

When she got to where she needed to be she saw that the reserved seats now had more people in them. Spencer, And... Jo... She jumped off the stage and directly to her barbie doll friend. Frozen in time. At least she died pretty. "You cant be down here." Camille cried. "You're so... important." A tear trickled down her nose landing on the girls uncovered thigh just below the hem of her jean shorts that were way too short. "the show must go on!" Camille screamed. Jo began blinking rapidly. She looked at her witch friend. "Im dead arent i?" She asked her face blue. Camille could only nod. Jo stood to her feet looking back at the seats that were taken. James... Kendall... Logan... Carlos... The only vacant seats were that of Lucy, Carly, Sam, and Freddy. "If youre friends dont make it to the show tonight." His appearance was never expected. "Then they will be trapped in this house FOREVER!" He cackled an evil laugh as he approached the girls. "This isn't Jos personal Paradise... its her Hell." upon further examination Camille noticed a Free Mason tattoo on his left wrist. he grabbed Jo by her hair and slung her back. She collided against the stage and looked up at him. Camille lunged tackling him. He threw her off just as Jo kicked him down. Then the blonde grabbed her friend and they bolted for the door. "We have to put out the fire!" Jo screamed.

Kendall backed away from the man he had just murdered. He did not scream he did not shake vehemently he didnt react at all. He peered over seeing Patrick sitting at his desk. "Im stuck here forever now ya know..." He spun in his chair to look at Kendall. This is going to cause a lot of pain for you in the future. The boy stood to his feet. "He was a good man... he just wanted to bring me back." He got closer to Kendall who backed away with fear coursing his bones. "I could have done anything... he said i was perfect!" The boy screamed and as he did his fathers dead body rose in the air. " Ghosts are very real... i am not a ghost..." He wrapped his fingers around kendalls throat and slung him onto the bed. The room caught fire all around them and Kendalls eyes rose to look at the spirit hovering above him. "You were my way out!" He sunk lower and lower. "You were my escape!" He sank his claws into Kendalls chest. "Now!" He pulled the boy up to look at him directly in the face. "Things... are going... to be..." The flames blazing behind the boy projecting Kendall into his own hell. "MESSY!" The roar shook the house. Kendall pulled away and raced for the door rushing past the flames not caring if he got burnt. He raced down the stairs as the floor boards behind him ripped themselves up. He darted down the stairs which busted in with each step. His lest step made it to the ground floor and he bolted for the door which shattered and Patrick stood before him in its frame with the whites of his eyes completely black by now. Kendall dove into the living room and slung a nightstand in his predators direction. The Spirit continued to chase after him. He knocked in the kitchen door and stumbled by the table reaching for the basement door. He flung himself down the steps groaning in pain as he rose up from his coiled position on the floor. He stood up and turned to see the three spirits before him. The father, the son, and the mother. Mason stepped into view. "Hurry! out the cellar door behind the shelves. He pointed down a corridor. It was dark and Kendall froze. This is his chance... He could fix everything.

"No." He spoke softly. Then turning on his heel he darted for the table of tools. He swept everything off and discovered a hatch inside the table. He dug his nails into it and lifted it open. His original plan had been to destroy the heart of the demon. Now as he pulled a dusty old book from the confines of this table he lay it flat open. He flipped through the pages until he found one marked. On it was the Resurrection spell below that the way to make all things well again. 'The curse of the Manzana.' "I cant do this!" Mason appeared to his side. "Leave it for Logan... there is always darkness before dawn just go!" The boy pleaded. He nodded closing the book. That famous Masonry symbol on the cover. Along with the Egyptian eye, a lighting bolt, and the butterfly. A golden 'G' encased in a diamond made by a protractor and a ruler That Egyptian eye on the top. "He was a FreeMason... He knew the secrets of the world." Kendall sighed. The purple boy tugged at his friends hoodie "His son is the devil... forcing him to do his dirty work whilst lying to the world telling them that they each must evaluate their own self worth. Evil has a face and its not yours." Mason shoved him in the direction of the door. "Wait... if they all get into this house then..." Mason was gone. Kendall looked in every direction before exiting the cellar door.

He looked over at Carlos who was running his arm back and forth in the waters. "Litos..." The Latino looked up at him with those large puppy dog eyes. "We have to go back." The caramel boys face became sad. "No... were safe here..." He placed his hands on Kendall's. James stepped out from behind a bush tugging a net with something in it. "I caught the bastard!" He smiled widely. They peered into the net seeing the beast that had not roamed the earth in centuries. It was a half human half reptile. Its flesh began to glow and it seeped through the net which burst into flames. James set it down and the three boys looked at the creature before them. It began clawing at its own face tearing the flesh away. Peice by peice it revealed itself. It was Logan. "Ive been trying to tell you..." He panted, blood trickling down his snout. "When i first moved into the house... i met a boy, he was a spirit."

"Patrick." Kendall whispered. "Yes..." Logan continued to strip his body of the green scales. Carlos wrapped his arms around his paler friends body and cautiously dipped him into the water. The skin on Logan's body burned but just for a moment. The scales dissapeared. "He said he needed my help... so i did, i helped him. I made my mother sick. I killed Camille... Then Lucy... Then as that day continued and you guys showed up with Katie the plans were perfect. He had everything he needed. As a result i was sent here to live out existence as a reptile." Carlos pulled him back out of the water. "and me?" Carlos asked. "i dont remember killing you..."