Philip found himself running away from an eighty - feet tall version of Mr Aldin possessing Becca.
The streets were dark, with no light to break this incredible darkness that surrounded him.

His feet couldn't carry his body any more, one would swear that this was a dream, but he was well awake. Why isn't anyone out on this cold wintery night?
His screams were snatched away with every attempt, leaving him completely alone.

He ran, right into a dead-end street. Panic struck him, he breathed so heavily that he could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to go, and he was left to just stand and wait for his end.

The giant Becca came towards him, he stood there against a rock, which he found odd. What's a rock doing in the neighbourhood, blocking the road?
Closing his eyes, preparing for the worse.

She shrunk a bit, only about twenty feet tall. Her giant eyes focused on him, scaring him with every glance.

She saw a nearby smaller rock and picked it up.

Philip was left to just close his eyes and hope that his death came easily.

He decided to try to run away one last time, but when he did, his limbs were frozen. It was like a heavy force surrounded him, and he couldn't move at all.

She walked closer to him and smashed his hand against the rock behind him.

He let out a scream, his hand was in pain that couldn't be described.
With every movement, it seemed to get worse, his hand was thudding, beating with pain.

Becca laughed, her laugh scared him incredibly because it sounded dark, very demonic sort of.

She lifted the rock again and hit the same hand against the rock again, blood washed up on the rock, leaving his handprint behind on the surface of the rock.

She lifted the rock again, this time hitting his left shoulder. Tears came streaming down his cheek, the pain was too much. She hit him again, his bones crushed and withered away.

Mr Aldin didn't stop, he continued hitting Philip repeatedly until there was no Philip left.

All that remained of Philip was his blood against the wall. A thick gore body print of Philip.

She touched his thick remaining blood and licked it.

“Live rock art, Mr Aldin,” Becca said.

“There is no more Philip," she finished. But she knows that Philip isn't dead, that his body has only been pushed into the rock and that he would live in that rock forever now.

******

Lacey closed the door behind her, entered Todd's room, and he was sitting on his bed.

“How is she?” He asked, referring to Grace, Pam's mom.

“She can't stop crying, she keeps on saying that she wishes that the cops find Pamela. I don't think the cops can find Pamela,”

“Me neither, I'm dead sure Mr Aldin has her trapped somewhere,”

“In that sick mansion of his,”

“Yeah, he won't give her back,”

"He won't admit that he has her, either. He did say she's his forever, though, but what does that mean? He couldn't have already trapped her in the book because the book wasn't even ready yet. Only once he has killed many people will the book be ready,” said Lacey and sighed heavily. She joined her brother, sitting next to him.

“She's still in the mansion then,” he concluded.

“What did we get her into?” Lacey asked and threw herself on the bed.

“We must go find her, Lacey,” said Todd, waiting for some sort of reaction from her, but she remained completely still. Not moving once.

“Lacey!”

“Yes Todd!” she snapped and sat up straight.

“I just don't wanna go back to the mansion, I'm afraid.” She admitted.

“It will be fine,”

“I don't know.”

“Look, we'll tell someone that we're going to the mansion. So if we don't return, they'd know where to find us.”

“Fine!”

*****

They told Austin and Roger what they were doing, they also told the two of them that they'd come around back to Roger's house to report on their findings.

“What if they never return? Like poor Pam,” said Roger.

“No negative thoughts, please, I'm sure they'll be here any second.”

Knock knock.

A knock was heard on Roger's bedroom door, and Todd opened the door, letting himself and Kim in.

“You guys took your sweet time,” said Austin, hands on his hip.

“Sorry, it's a mansion, and we wanted to make dead sure she wasn't there,”

“Take us through it.” Said Roger, although he wasn't prepared to hear anything.

“We knocked on the door, and Becca opened the door.”

****

“Hey, Mr Aldin,” I said.

“Hello Lacey, Todd. What brings you here?”

“We, um… I am not exactly sure what to say… We um…"

“Where's Pamela, Mr Aldin?” Todd asked fiercely. It was as if he didn't fear them, Becca and Mr Aldin now.

Becca smiled and looked at us.

“I have no clue, she promised to leave me alone, and to get out of my town.”

“You're lying.”

“Oh, am I? What do you think happened to her?” She asked angrily.

“We think you're hiding her somewhere in the house. Like you did us.”

Mr Aldin laughed.

“Is that so? Do you want to look for her and make sure of your lies?”

“Yes, if you don't mind,” I said, and Becca gestured for us to enter his mansion.

******

“Todd and I searched through the entire mansion, but we found nothing.”

“So what? Becca is gone?” Asked Austin angrily.

“It appears that way.” Said Todd.

“Anything different in the mansion?” Asked Roger.

“Nothing, except for the new paintings he bought. They looked oddly like Philip and Lois, and there was one of Pamela too, but either than that, everything was the same,” said Kim.

“There was no sign of Pamela, I'm sorry,” said Todd.

“So she did leave us to face all on our own,” said Austin, a bit sad.

Little did he know that Pamela hadn't done that, that she was slowly fading into a giant canvas, painting her world. He didn't know that the longer she stays there, the deeper she gets into her world. She was going to become one with the painting. Trapped forever.