The Banner Siblings! (Re-Written)

Safe?

The rustle of the grass beneath their feet was all Ashlyn could hear as they ran through the woods. Her firey red braids blowing behind her as she kept her green eyes straight. Her heart pounded in her ears, her lungs constricting.

Go.

Just go.

Run.

Just RUN.

Ashlyn ran faster than she ever had in her life, the blood red sky seemingly mocking her efforts.

Who cares? What's the point of any of this? You won't make it.

YOUR ALL GOING TO DIE.

Ashlyn shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts. She looked at the group behind her, an odd group. A blonde boy with a creepy smile, a boy who never talked—a twin brother who was too protective and a sister who was too kind for her own good. And of course.

Her brother.

Logan Banner.

"Time?!" She shouted, her voice desperate and pleading. God—if you exist, let this work.

PLEASE!

"Eight minutes!" Logan shouted, clutching their dad's rifle in a death grip as his glasses threatened to fall off his face. Ashlyn looked ahead again.

Oh thank fuck.

The graveyard!

A low growling filled her ear and Ashlyn's heart almost stopped.

It was close. Way to close.

Run.

Run run run.

Faster.

Just go FASTER.

Speeding up to the gate, Ashlyn shouted at the others. "C'MON HURRY!"

Ben and Taylor were first. Then Aiden and Logan. Finally Tyler.

"CLOSE THE GATE CLOSE THE GATE!" He shouted as that thing—that monster. Phantom? Whatever the hell they decided to call it—was catching up. Ashlyn slammed her fist down on the button, Tyler running in just in time.

It bared its toothy grin at them. It's claws reaching out to them. Ashlyn stood in front of her brother as he raised the rifle to it.

C'mon..JUST—

SLAM!

The gate slammed shut. Ashlyn and the others slumped with relief, panting—trying to take in deep gulps of air. Fuck.

That was way to close.

Ashlyn sighed, looking up.
"Alright. Let's get on the bus."

The others did not protest, walking to the bus and sitting in their seats. Logan sat down next to Ashlyn and leaned his head on hers, panting. He had never been the most athletic kid. More of a nerd.

Ashlyn rubbed her no doubt swollen feet as she listened to the bangs and the groaning of her friend—no. Survivors. Yeah.

That fit better.

They weren't her friends.

Tyler groaned, grunting. "That fucking sucked...!"

The others let out a series of grunts and groans in agreement. Yeah. Talk about a ducking marathon.

The banging ceased.

"Ah.." Ashlyn said, sitting up. Logan whimpered in protest, too tired to move his head from its comfy spot. "The banging stopped."

"It probably gave up or some—thing..?" Tyler's voice trailed off as he looked at the bus door.
Ashlyn went pale as that growling noise filled her ears again and she looked up, only to be met with the toothy grin of the phantom.

Fuck.

They group backed up.

Shit. What should they do?

"Can we open the back door?" Ashlyn asked shakily, gripping her brothers hand for comfort. Logan squeezed tightly, shaking like a leaf.
Tyler grunted, controlled panic filling his voice.
"It's blocked!"

"What..." Logan stammered out, tears in his blue eyes. "W-what do we do..?"

"Die?" Aiden suggested, grinning despite his obvious fear.
"AIDEN!" The others snapped, glaring at him.

Then the monster lunged.

And she woke up.

Ashlyn sat straight up in her bed, not even bothering to check her phone as she ran to Logan's room, careful not to wake her parents. She opened the door and found Logan at his bed, panting in fear.

She sighed with relief. Good.

He was alright.

Logan hid his face in his knees after sending a text to the group chat, trembling. Ashlyn sat at the foot of his bed, rubbing his knee. She had never been the best at comfort, but it almost didn't matter between these two.

Their silence was sometimes a better communicator then each other.

And on a night like this?

Boy did they need each other more than ever.

(A/N: THE BANNER SIBLINGS IS BACK BUT BETTER WRITTEN! :D AND ITS OUT EARLY!)