Nicholas

　　Freeing Lucas was easy, but moving him? That was difficult. My brother's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and try as we might we couldn't get any response out of him. His heart still beat but his body was cold and the stench of death tickled my nose. Were we going to lose him after all of this?

　　"Wake up already," Norman growled. He picked up Lucas's hand and without pause he took his pinky and wrenched it backwards, the snapping reverberating around ...