(Note; Title of chapter doesnt mean this is the end chapter, it's just apart of something)

George froze. He ran through the house and to the window, where he could see three police cars approaching.

In the leading one; Geo was driving, Vincent was fuming in the passenger seat, and... Darryl was in the back, looking guilty as ever.

In the second one; Zak was driving, with a cop that goes by the name Harvey in the passenger seat, and another cop that goes by Jacob in the back.

In the third; a cop by the name of Wilbur was driving, a cop by the name of Phil in the passenger seat, while two cops sat in the back, going by the names Schlatt and Tommy.

"Oh no." Clay muttered behind George. Nick was frozen, his eyes wide and glazed with fear.

"Okay, go through the back windows and run. Run far away from here, I'll handle this." Clay pushed George and Nick backwards. "NO! Clay, come with us!" George started towards Clay, but was stopped as the man turned towards him, giving him an odd look. It was almost like a glare, but it meant well. Nick gave Clay a hurt look, before glancing at George and then retreating into their leaders room.

A trapdoor-like window was there, and Nick swung it open, crawling through it. George did the same, breaking into a run after Nick. Just as George made his way to a heavily forested area, a loud yell sounded behind him.

"This way, they're getting away!"

Vincent.

Harvey seemed to appear out of nowhere, rounding the side of the house and chasing after George. Something zoomed past the boys ear, startling him into running a different way. The murderer looked forwards, only to realize he couldnt see Nick anymore. He was running, tears pricking at his eyes, when something pulled him downwards and sideways, covering his mouth so he couldnt scream.

George widened his eyes as darkness folded around him, a cold stone floor beneath him. A figure stood at the entrance of the cave, pushing a few rocks and dirt infront of the small entryway. Nick sat next to George, looking confused as well.

The figure walked towards them, a finger pressed to its lips and a quiet shhh coming from them. As George's eyes adjusted better, he realized it was Darryl infront of them. Nick gave Darryl an odd look, his eyes asking the questions instead of his mouth. Darryl pulled out his phone, turned the wifi and tracker off, typing something. After a short while, he showed the phone to Nick and George;

Be quiet, this is a hidden cave. I managed to convince them I'd help, but instead I came here. Clay and I had planned this a long time ago, so that's why the cave might be dusty.

Nick nodded after he and George read it, handing the phone back to Darryl. They all sat in silence for a few minutes, before thumping was heard. Footsteps sounded right above them, most likely two people.

"Whered they go?" One asked, a british accent laying over it. "How am I supposed to know that?" Another British accent sounded, this one higher pitched.

"Would you two stop arguing? You'd be able to see a white shirt and a light blue shirt if they were near, idiots." Another broke in, but a little farther away. "Yeah, Tommy." The other British accent said. George could almost see the eye roll Tommy was giving.

"Whatev–," Tommy stopped, the three going quiet. The boy muttered some words quietly, the cave roof too thick for the sound to go through. "I do." The other one said. "Schlatt, could you go get a shovel?" He asked. Tommy seemed to be walking across the cave roof slowly. George's heart stopped. They werent going to dig down into the cave, were they?

Footsteps ran and came back, "Here. Now, what do you need a shovel for? What'd you hear?" Schlatt asked.

"This," Wilbur said, before pounding the shovel onto the roof of the cave. It gave away beneath him, and he dropped in easily, followed by Tommy and Schlatt. Light snuck it's way into every detail of the cave, finding it's way to George, Nick, and Darryl. Wilbur gave a triumphant look to his partners, waving an arm at the three infront of him.

"Huh, you do have a brain, Wilbur." Tommy glared at the criminals.

Schlatt grinned, "Finally, something exciting."

"Throw them with Dream."