The Banner Siblings (DISCONTINUED-REWRITTEN VERSION OUT!)

Chapter Fourteen: The Run part three

"Mom, I'm ready. Can you do my hair?" Ashlyn asked as she came down the stairs. She scowled when she saw Logan, Mike, Emma, Aiden, and Ben playing cards together.  The traitors.
"Sure sweetie!"

As soon as Ashlyn was ready, she demanded to leave as soon as possible to get Aiden and Ben away.  Mike sat alone with Logan.
"So uh.....you wanted my help with something, dad?" Logan asked.

Mike sighed.
"Well....I kinda lied about that. I actually wanted to talk to you."

Logan tensed.
"Am I in trouble?"

"What? No no no no no!" Mike reassured Logan. "Your not in trouble sport. I just......." He sighed. "Are you ok?"

Logan raised an eyebrow.
"What...um.....what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you've seen tense ever sense your trip to Savannah. Your jumpier than usual, and you just seem tired. It's the same with Ashlyn. Not to mention you guys got sick for a week. You quit astronomy club, And—I've noticed that sometimes you've been coming home with bruises. What's going on? Is someone picking on you or something? Is it Aiden and Ben? I can talk to their parents if you want me too if it is them—"

"Dad dad no!" Logan waved his hands around. He plastered on his perfect fake smile. "Everything's alright, promise! Seriously, it's fine!"

Mike sighed. "Alright. But if there's something going on, you know you can talk to us, right?"

Logan nodded. "I know dad. I know."

(Timeskip)

Ashlyn groaned as she flopped on her bed. Class was exhausting. She looked at her clock. 10:30. She sighed, wondering what the hell the others were up to.
"Ash? Can I come in?" Logan asked from behind her door.
"Yeah."
Logan came inside the room, sitting on the bed next to his sister. He looked distressed, and Ashlyn honestly couldn't blame him. This was a scary situation that they were forced into. A lot of the times she wanted to scream and cry herself, but she held it in. Because that's not how leaders act.
Ashlyn sat up and patted the space next to her. Logan sat next to her, resting his head on her shoulder. Ashlyn put her arm around him, squeezing his arm reassuringly as they waited for the night to begin.

They sat in silence for a while. Ashlyn was lost in her thoughts, and Logan was half asleep on her shoulder. Ashlyn tapped her foot on her bed.
"I feel like there's something we're forgetting...." Ashlyn thought. She paused and immediately sat up. Logan looked at her strangely.
"Ash....?"

Fuck.

"We forgot where we left off." Ashlyn said, her voice shaking.
Logan paused, a shiver running down his spine.

"The phantom is still there."

BEEP BEEP BEEP

(Ashlyn's POV)

As I opened my eyes, I adjusted to the dizzy feeling. Fuck, I hated this bit, but we had bigger problems to deal with. I pushed the annoying rat—Aiden, off of me.
"SH!"
I squatted down with the rest of the group.
"Still here?" Tyler asked me.
I nodded, hearing the phantom wandering around the graveyard. I mentally cursed myself, fuck I should've planned this better!
"What should we do?" Taylor whispered, her voice laced with panic.
"We need to kill it somehow..." I said. Damnit, how the hell do we even kill this thing?! We've never killed one before!
"We could have Logan try and shoot it through the window?" Aiden suggested.

No. Hell no. I'm not putting my little brother in danger, but of course, I didn't want to admit that.
"No." I said, coming off a little harsher than I intended as I looked at Logan. "The gun is for emergencies only."
"This is an emergency!" Tyler whisper shouted. God I really hated the prick.
"An emergency is a swarm or one of us is about to die!" I whispered back. The idiot. I paused. Shit—it heard us. I quickly shushed them. It's footsteps we're getting closer.

"Hide under the seats."

I hid under the seat, on the gross bus floor. Seriously, we needed to sweep in here. I looked behind me, making sure Logan was safe. Not too sure how I felt about him with the psycho though. The steps are getting closer. I shivered a little as it's black feet came into view, looking for us.

Weapons, we need weapons. I crawled to the box, scraping against the floor. Shit, that was loud. Did the phantom hear? I looked in front of me, only to be met with a toothy grin and white eyes staring at me.

Shit.

"Not good!"
"Ashlyn!"

I tried to get away. The fucker grabbed my braid. Goddamnit! I struggled against it. I need it to let go—I need to get to the weapons! I need to make sure they stay safe—that Logan stays safe!

I grabbed it's arm and kicked it. It let go. Thank fuck! I scrambled away, only to be lifted onto the seat by Aiden and Logan.
"You ok?" Aiden asked.
Before I could respond, the phantom lunged at us again, trying to grab my braid. I quickly yanked it up, running off the seat. I looked behind me, making sure Logan was safe.

Aiden grabbed the phantoms hand and swung him onto the seat. The idiot—what the hell is he thinking?!

"Close the window!" Aiden shouted.
"Oh!"

I dashed to one side of the window and Logan to the other, both struggling to decapitate this son of a bitch. Aiden lost his grip.

Fuck.

No.

Logan went down in a spray of blood as the phantom scratched his side.
"LOGAN!" I screamed out.
No. No no no no. Not my little brother. Shit. Shit shit shit. Was he ok?! No, focus Ashlyn focus!
I turned back to the window and pushed down with all my might. Just fucking die already!

"Ashlyn!"

It's about damn time!

"Twins grab the legs!" I barked out. "Ben you stab it!"

The twins grabbed the legs. Ben raised the shears up and—

STAB.

Dead. It was finally ducking dead. Thank god. I sighed with relief, that quickly turned to panic as I stepped on Aiden and the phantoms corpse to climb over the seat, making sure Logan was ok. Please be ok. Please.

Fuck.

His side was covered in blood. He was sobbing, probably in a lot of pain.

Oh shit
Oh shit
Oh shit
Oh shit

"We should probably patch him up," Aiden said, phantom blood dripping from his face.

(Logan's pov)

It stung. Like hell. I couldn't believe the amount of pain that this caused.

The others and Ash sat in front of me, looking at my wound.

Why weren't they saying anything? Was it that bad? Shit shit shit wait was something seriously wrong? What was seeing? Why weren't they even looking at me? It was bad wasn't it?!

"Why aren't you guys saying a-anything?!" I sobbed. "Its bad isn't it? It hurts! I'm scared!"

I sobbed. I knew that I was probably being dramatic, but I couldn't help it. It hurt so fucking bad. I couldn't. I can't. I can't. Ashlyn rubbed my head, her way of comfort. Ashlyn was never the best at physical comfort, but I appreciated all her attempts.

Ben patched me up. It hurt. So much. This pain was agonizing—I couldn't believe that this much pain was possible. Was I being dramatic? Possibly. But it hurt like hell.

Then everything went black.