The Hunted.

The Fray.

Ian gently placed Iris on the bed, he placed the pillow under her head to make her more comfortable. Allison didn't know what to do. She looked over at the door, hoping that Island would walk in any moment.

"I'm not leaving here without her," Ian warned Allison. Allison wanted to know why he was protective of her. 

"The safest place is here with us. We're not trying to hurt you or her." Allison assured him, walking on the other side of the bed. She slid her finger down Iris' face.

"Then, what is this?" Ian raised his voice. Allison stared at Iris, she was ready to come back.

"She's healing." Allison smiled, it was time for them to bring her back. Ian stood still, he was stuck in a trance.

"I still don't understand," Ian told her.

"It's like she's kind of dead but she's not." Allison shrugged. Ian's eyes popped open.

"What-wh-what does that even mean?" Ian said hysterically.

"It means she's dead...but she's not," Allison repeated.

"How can she be dead and not be dead?! How is that possible." Ian raised his voice.

"Because she's not dead." Allison slowly said.

"But you just told me that she was dead." Ian squinted his eyes, looking directly at Allison. Allison didn't know what to say. Ian pulled out his phone dialing. "I'm calling Nicolas," Ian told her.

"I can't let you tell anyone, Ian," Allison informed him.

"You have a dead girl on your bed!" Ian raised his voice.

"She's not dead." Allison reminded him. Ian placed the phone to his ear.

"I'm calling Nicolas," Ian said, holding his arm out so Allison won't come towards him. "I just saw a freaking room full of weapons, and now this..." Ian heard the phone ring.

"Ian, I wouldn't do that," Allison warned him, slowly walking towards him.

"Yea, princess, well you don't scare me," Ian told her harshly. Allison grabbed his arm and twisted it. Ian let out this pitch little girl cry, he dropped to his knees and begged her to let go of his arm.

"Give me the phone!" Allison demanded, Ian hesitated. Allison twisted his arm, even more, one more twist and she could break it. "Phone, now!" Allison told him.

"Okay, okay." Ian held up the phone, Allison quickly grabs the phone and let go of his arm. She placed it in her back pocket and turned around. She grabbed her phone from her bra and started to call Island. Ian couldn't believe Allison, it was like she was someone else. Ian realized that his father was right about these girls all along.

"Hello?" Island answered.

"Island, we have an emergency," Allison said in a dramatic whisper.

"Allison, don't worry. We're going grocery shopping later today." Island chuckled.

"No, Ian is here," Allison whispered. There was pause through the phone. She heard some movement.

"Did he see everything?" Island asked, Allison heard a gush of wind over the phone. She knew that Eva was on her way.

"I think so," Allison said. She turned around and Ian hit her with a lamp that was on a dresser. Allison fell to the ground.

"Sorry." Ian walked over and grabbed Iris and started to run. Allison stood up, she picked up the phone that was across the room.

"Allison, Allison are you okay?!" Island said through the phone. 

"He took Iris," Allison said breathing heavily. It was like she was in a dream, her legs felt like she was on a cloud. She pulled herself up by grasping on the wall. She cleared her throat and shook her head. She ran, she jumped off the stairs balcony and landed on her two feet. She looked behind her towards the back door with death in her eyes and saw the back door open.
Ian's heart was pounding out of his chest, he thought his heart was going to stop any second. Iris was getting heavy and he felt like he was going to drop her but he kept running. He found himself running into the woods. He had no idea where he was or where to go. He looked up at the sky, between the tall trees and saw something flying but it was too big for a bird.

"What the hell?" Ian asked, looking up at the sky. Eva came rushing down, fast but steady. She did a flip in mid-air and landed on one knee. She looked up and saw Ian shaking. Eva slowly stood up, spreading her black wings wide. "Ahhh!!!" Ian screamed as loud as he could, panicking. Eva placed her hands over her ears from Ian's high pitched scream. "It's you." Ian gasped. He turned around, trying to run away but Allison and Brooke were behind him.

"I would like my sister back please," Island said, appearing from the shadows. Ian felt sick. He nodded. Eva walked towards him, slowly. She grabbed Iris like she was a delight flower.

"By the way, you scream like a little girl," Eva told him. Ian was shocked that Eva said something like that to him but still sounded sweet. Eva started to run with Iris in her hands and then she disappeared into the sky. Ian watched and then looked back at Island. "You hit my friend in the face," Island said, Ian glanced over at Allison. She had a bruised cheek and blood on her nose.

"S-s-s-sorry." Ian told her, he was terrified of this girls. "A-are you guys like her?" Ian pointed up to the sky, they all shook their heads. Ian nodded, he didn't know anything else to do but run. They watched as he disappeared into the woods, they weren't bothered. Island cocked her head.

"I'll get him." Brooke tapped Island. Brooke was the fastest out of all of them, it wasn't long before she caught up to Ian. Ian looked over to his right, seeing Brooke smiling at him. He watched as she ran ahead of him. He didn't see it coming. Brooke turned around, held out her hand while Ian was looking back to check if they were chasing him. Brooke shook her head in disappointment. She yawned, stretching her arm out. Ian's neck attached itself to Brooke's arm. Ian fell to the ground, almost breaking his back. He gasped for air, holding onto his neck. Brooke's eyes widened, pretending like she didn't mean for that to happen.

"Bitch." Ian gasped, rolling around in the dirt.

"Nope, Brooke." Brooke smirked, she raised her foot and stomped Ian's head; knocking him out.