The Hunted.

Distance.

The sun brightened up the room, bringing every inch of the mansion to life. Island squinted, seeing the bright light behind her eyelids. She took in a deep breath, opening her soft eyes. She looked over at her sister, she was levitating but still in her trance. She laid there in mid-air as if there was an invisible bed that was under her. Her long, brown hair flowed as if she was underwater. This was only the first...this was only the beginning. She looked around, finally seeing the huge room. The walls were colored a dark purple, Iris' favorite color, Island thought. The room was as large as a house. Island pulled herself up, she walked out of the room and stood in the hallway. She looked to her left, down the long dark hallway were many doors. She glanced to her right and saw more doors. In front of her was a balcony. She pressed her hand against the rails, looking down. She glanced at the marble, polished floor that was below her and the bright window that was reflected off of it. Island leaned closer as if she was going to fall over. Island noticed that Brooke fixed the door that she was thrown into.

"Island," Brooke whispered, Island jumped a little. She turned around, seeing the dirt on Brooke's face and clothes. She had a cut above her eyebrow that had dried up blood around it. Her blonde hair seemed like it was a dark brown, Island could admit that she looked a mess. "You look terrible," Brooke pointed at Island. Island had no clue what she looked like, she doesn't know what she had looked like for years. Brooke looked around, leaning against the stairs balcony.

"You look worst." Island chuckled a little, trying to make light of a dark situation. Brooke laughed, she whipped the top of her lip. She didn't feel like herself, she felt dirty and uncomfortable. She hasn't taken a good shower since a month ago.

"I really, really need a shower, and so do you," Brooke informed her. Island bit her lip, she didn't feel comfortable being in this house. She had to check it out before she could do anything else.

"Okay, let's just check this place out and then we can decide what we can do next," Island promised Brooke.

"Hopefully go shopping." Brooke huffed, crossing her arms. A door swung open, Allison stood there as she rubbed her head. She had this bright, satisfied smile on her face.

"That was the best sleep I had in years." Allison stood between Brooke and Island. They stared at her, seeing how comfortable she looked.

"At least someone had a good sleep, I kept having nightmares." Brooke rolled her eyes, envying Allison.

"Maybe it's because Allison was dreaming about saving the hunter and making his evil spirit good again." Island teased Allison about how good she was. Brooke chuckled, studying Allison. She saw her clean skin, new pajamas, and clean, straight hair. She was completely refreshed like she was brand new.

"Wait, Allison. Where did you get these clothes?" Brooke touched her silk pink pajamas.  Allison jumped excitedly. She backed away, posing for Island and Brooke.

"Oh, you like?" Allison asked, still posing for the girls.

"Yes, I like it a lot, where did you get it?" Brooke asked her, more aggressively.

"Well," Allison smiled brightly. "When you guys were sleeping like little angels, I took on myself to check the house."

"Every inch?" Island asked her. Allison nodded. Island raised her eyebrows, she was so impressed with Allison.

"Even the whole neighborhood," Allison confessed. Brooke tapped her foot, she was impatient. All she wanted to know where was the clothes and take a good shower.

"Allison, I really care less about this neighborhood. I want to know where you got the clothes." Brooke said softly but was still aggressive about it. Allison rolled her eyes, she placed her hands on her hips.

"Your very rude, but your just going to have to wait." Allison kinked her eyebrow. "So, when I was searching the house, everything was built so simple, and everything was elegant. There was no dust, nothing." Allison informed them. Brooke relaxed, finally listening to every word that Allison was saying to them.

"So, someone's been keeping up with the house." Island was pulling the pieces of the puzzle.

"Maybe like those maids or something," Brooke tapped Island's shoulder rapidly.

"Anyway, so do you remember about Judith saying that our parents saved us this house?" Allison reminded them. They nodded. "Well, I wondered if it was true. So, I went to each room. Each had something special about them,"

"What do you mean? All they have is painted walls." Brooke shrugged.

"Exactly." Allison pointed at Brooke. Brooke huffed, not knowing what she was going with this.

"Are you telling me that each room was made for one of us." Island pointed to herself. Allison smiled, she pointed behind her to the room that she just walked out of.

"This is my room." Allison grabbed Brooke and Island's hand. They walked into the room, it was so big, with a tall ceiling. The wall was pained a light blue color, it was so peaceful and calm. Allison walked over to a door, she quickly opened it and stepped foot into the pitch black room. Allison flipped a switch and the lights quickly turned on. Brooke moved past Island, walking into the walk-in closet. There were shoes, clothes, and handbags.

"I think I died and went to heaven," Brooke told herself. Allison looked through the clothes, seeing blue jeans and long shirts, it was her style.