Running from Shadows (In progress)

Chapter 1: Escape into Danger

We finally burst through the back door right as the two men's flashlights sweep where we had been just a second before. And then we are tumbling through air.

Ashley! I scream telepathically at her.

Chill. Its fine. Just relax. She says, amazingly calm for a teen. Falling. Through the air. Probably about to die. It's under control.

How? We're kind of falling. To our deaths! I say.

'Cause we're not falling. She turns, smiling hugely. We're flying!

Oh, that's so much better, I say sarcastically.

As much as I am proud for my friend, I am not a vampire. I am a werewolf. I don't fly, in fact, I'd much rather be running, on the ground, my feet actually touching the earth. But I guess that's what I get when my best friend is a witch.

To where? I ask, keeping my voice calm. I can feel her excitement because we're touching, but I definitely do not want her to feel my fear.

Duh, dimwit. We're going to get Aislin. you think I'd leave my sister with them, you're insane. She pronounce insane, en-sayne, which means she took major offense to my incredible self-centeredness.

I want to say she's the insane one, taking a werewolf FLYING for goodness sake, but I hold my tongue. There isn't any use starting a fight with her, after all, Aislin is her sister and I know how worried she must be 'cause I was worried when they took Ashley away. Once again I find myself wondering what happened at the "Shadow Place."

But that's all I can do, because every time I ask her she locks up and trembles and her eyes get glossy. Just as she looked when she came back from them. The worst I'd seen was when she flat out fainted, and even after she woke up, she screamed and shuddered as if in a strange trance and even flinched from me when I tried to comfort her as though I was the one causing her all of that pain. I would never want to put her through even the memories of that time if that's how bad she got. I wouldn't even want to put my enemies through that, well, except maybe them. But they created it, so they would just be given a taste of their own torture.

Ashley breaks through my reflections and I find myself opening my tightly clamped eyes. "Hey, girl. Earth to Caia. What do we do?" She gestured at the field of criss-crossing red lasers expanding super high up, creating a humongous perimeter around the building they protect.

"Uh," my brilliant mind clams up.

"Uh, what? C'mon Caia. I'm not the mastermind of this escape. You are. And if I'm correct, I've been doing all the work. It wasn't you who projected you into your house, muffled our escape from those minions, and flew us all the way out here. Or was that you?" she growls.

"Okay, okay! Sheesh. Just yell at me why don't you. Sorry I'm not a witch like you. What do you want me to do, run in there and tell them I'm the one you really want so could you kindly just let Aislin go?" I say that sarcastically, but Ashley looks thoughtful, like my idea Is one we should consider.

"Well, you could..." She starts. I don't let her finish.

"Are you insane? Do you want me to die? I'm not saying I want to be bait. If you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic."

She ignores me. Of course. 'Cause that's what friends are for anyways, right? I throw a rock to the side in frustration. It bounces straight into the deadly web, but surprisingly, the beams moves aside.

"Ashley," I catch her before she throws another rock. "Look," a mouse scurries towards us. The beams part like water around him.

"Do you think..." she reaches out with her finger. Nothing. She shakily jams her finger between the beams then yanks back hard. "Nope," her finger is bleeding.