Chapter seven
Kyle

Author's note: I'm sooooooo sorry it took me so dang long. I've been really busy with keeping up with my school work. I cover my eyes with shame . It'll take me a while to update on chapter eight, so be patient.

Ugh, I can just picture myself with a gun ready to shot that good-for-nothing raptor! Guess what he tried doing tobay today? C'mon guess. He dried tried kidnapping… abducting my stepmother just so he should could get me to come out of biding hiding. Kidnapping has kid in it and…well my stepmother isn't exactly a kid y'know. I need to stop writing. I'm way too angry to write clearly.

Lilly

Okay, now I'm a little more tational rational, well slightly. I'm still misspelling words. Dang it! Don't think apout about how ruffled up I am…that's what I have to tell myself. I don't know why I'm so hyper fangry angry. I guess I'm just having a dad bad bad day. Crap, I still can't write well and my hands are practically shaking. I'm boing going to need a few more hours to cool off. I'm going to bring this bool book with me incase sanity does come back.

Lilly

Day two of Kyle trying to capture me.

I didn't write what happened yesterday because just barely after I was completely calm Kyle came trying to break into my grandparent's place. Before my stepmother could open her mouth and scream, I covered her mouth so our positions wouldn't be given away. I'm writing all of this down while I'm at school. I know that my stepmother and grandparents aren't at home right now, so they're safe temporarily. Anyhow, I lead my stepmother down to the basement. The place is so clogged up I know that Kyle would think that there was no way we'd try hiding in the basement because there wouldn't be any way of escaping. At the time I had my fingers crossed.

Of course I wasn't going to let us act like damsels in distress. I started setting a trap for Kyle just in case he came down to the basement. My heart was pounding like a maniac. I'm not going to use mad because other people use it, I'm trying to be original even though I'm failing. Why am I so worried about all of this? I should be continuing to write more on what happened yesterday.

Somehow Kyle managed to get inside the house. He must've climbed up to where a chimney was. Scary right? In the basement there is only this thing that people can go through, if you've seen "Home alone 3" you'd know what I'm talking about when I say that this thing goes up and down after pressing a button. I'll just call the darn thing a mini-elevator. The surprising thing was that my stepmother was able to fit into it. I pushed the button for her to go up, I did that before she could protest against my being alone in the basement for a few minutes.

I jumped from hearing the basement door being opened. I looked over my shoulder to see that the signal told that the passenger made it to the attic, I hope she's smart enough to climb down against the ladder that I forgot to put up. I quickly raced into the first hiding place I saw, which was behind boxes full of old books, records, and possibly moldy clothing. My palms were sweating from hearing the clicking noises that raptors feet make when stepping on wooden stairs. I kept looking over at the trap, it was a classic. Trip over some wire and it would set off boxes on the intruder. I placed a second one in case Kyle somehow managed to walk over the first wire. I had to keep reminding myself to remain still.

I was so thankful that I placed a second wire right after the first one because somehow, somehow out of dumb luck Kyle walked over the first one. The second one got caught in one of Kyle's claw-like feet. I couldn't help but smile when I saw that the bowling ball rolled and landed right along Kyle's spin. He screamed from the pain, leaped around to see who attacked him, and wound up knocking over boxes full of whatever. I raced out of hiding, raced up the stairs, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I knew that locking it wasn't going to do any good, but at least it would've given me a few mere seconds head start. I raced into the living room that was a mix of a library, dining room, and guest room. I ran around in the two nearest rooms. People would think that I was panicking and I wasn't running away like I should've. Here's my reason for doing what I was doing, I was leaving my scent behind. It was so he wouldn't be able to tell where I was precisely. After I managed to run into the living room and kitchen leaving my scent to the most obvious hiding places I raced back to the living room. I hid behind one of the sofas knowing that Kyle was going to come out any minute.

Just as I made sure that not one width of me was showing, not even a shadow, Kyle rammed the basement door open. I only saw what happened by seeing a mirror that was placed in a certain angle. I made sure that the angle was to my advantage. The mirror showed where Kyle was but didn't show where I was. Kyle looked around, he was clearly furious. I guess it was because he fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book. I saw that he was smelling for my scent and saw that it went into two rooms. One I was in and the other I wasn't in. He went to the kitchen, mostly because there were more hiding places. I took note that he was limping slightly, but that didn't meant was less dangerous. I waited until he was completely in the kitchen, quietly raced down to the basement. I knew that Kyle wouldn't have expected me to go downstairs. Also, he would've followed where there was a strong scent at.

I heard more clicking noises. I moved behind some of the wooden barrels thinking that maybe Kyle thought of going down to the basement. No, he was going upstairs! Oh crap! That's what I was thinking, he must think that I'm upstairs because he must've figured out what I really did. Only I wasn't upstairs, I was in the basement. The sounds of the stairs told me that it went from clicking to thumping. Kyle shifted into his human form. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use as a weapon. I thought I spotted a stick. I went to the stick to find that it was actually a bat. Well, better than nothing. I heard my stepmother screaming and hollering for Kyle to let go of her. I crawled into the mini-elevator to go up to the attic. Instead of using the machine like I usually did, I used the rope. Believe me it wasn't easy because of the tight squeeze and because I wasn't used to hoisting my own weight.

By the time I reached up to the attic I saw through the small hole of the door that Kyle had his arm around my stepmother's neck. His back was towards the mini-elevator. I slowly, painstakingly opened the mini-door, got out, and quietly walked towards Kyle. I made sure that my shadow wasn't giving me away.

"Any minute now," said Kyle. "Any minute she should appear. If she cares at all about you."

I swung the bat downwards onto Kyle's head. It gave a satisfying whack. Kyle was knocked out. I looked over at my stepmother to see if she was okay. I quickly pulled the sheets out of some of the boxes that were also up here. I looked out the window to see that the ladder I forgot had been knocked over. Of course Kyle would try to block any escape routes. I ripped the old sheets to long strands. I tied Kyle's hands behind his back, gagged his mouth. Putting a gag in his mouth was not fun. I swear he started drooling after he was knocked out. I looked around to see if there was anything I could tie him up on. There was a wooden chair. Have you ever looked at someone and thought they were pretty light and found out they weren't? Well, that's what I found out about Kyle. He may look light and easy to pick up, but man he was heavy.

Thankfully, my stepmotherhelped with lifting him up and tying him up as well. We placed him on the chair, tied him up. I tied his feet onto the chair, and tied the rest of his body to the chair.

"Are there others like him?"

I looked over at my partner.

"Those like him on the island?" asked my stepmother softly.

I nodded not wanting to say this orally. I looked at the sheets that we used to tie him up. I had some doubts on the sheets being about to hold him back.

"I'll be right back," I said.

I raced down the stairs to see if I could get anything that could help with the sheets. I went over to the toolbox that for whatever reason was in the kitchen, and found duck tape. Yeah, duck tape could work. I raced back up the stairs and started putting the tape over the sheets. While in the middle of putting duck tape on Kyle's legs to the chair we heard the front door open. My stepmother and I looked at each other. Was there going to be another attack? I handed her the bat that I used to knock Kyle out. I then pulled out a knife. I froze. How on earth did I forget that I had a knife? Well, a bat would've been better for knocking the guy out. I shrugged and slowly walked down the stairs. It was only dad. I went back to the room and made a gesture that everything was fine, and I mouthed the words dad.

My stepmother raced down the stairs to welcome dad home and no doubt to tell him what happened. I looked over at the wardrobe in the room. It wasn't real fancy but at least it was useful. I looked over at the window, I walked over to one side of the wardrobe and started pushing against it. I heard my dad racing up the stairs. I knew that the first thing he saw was a knocked out boy. He then looked past him to see that I was pushing against the wardrobe.

"It's so he doesn't escape through the window."

"Um, Lillian, I think being tied up by rope sheets and duck tape is sufficient enough," replied my dad, who sounded relieved.

"Just in case," I replied and resumed pushing.

Thankfully my dad joined in. After we were done pushing the wardrobe. We then moved several things out of the room. After all this was done my dad locked the attic room. I looked over at my dad wondering if he was going to call the cops. My dad shook his head. I knew that he knew this sort of thing was beyond the cops.

"After dinner we'll talk to him and see what he wants," stated dad.

I opened my mouth to tell that what Kyle wanted was to take me back to the island. Dad raised his hand showing that he was too tired and wanted something to eat. I didn't argue. Dad wouldn't allow me into the attic room with him. It annoyed me, but I guess he wanted to do one of those talking things without someone else getting hurt.

Even though I'm at school I keep thinking that Kyle has managed to escape somehow. I'll find out when I get home.

Lilly Hunter

Okay, I just got home and had this feeling that something wasn't right. I quickly placed my backpack in a secret compartment so that someone wouldn't steal my school things. I then went up the stairs as quietly as I could so that no one who was home would know that I've arrived. I reached to the attic door to find that it was still closed. The feeling I mentioned was really strong. I shifted the key to unlock the door only to find that it wasn't locked, opened it. Something was wrong with the door. Usually you had to shove against the door in order for it to open properly. I looked in the room scared, wondering what on earth happened. Instead of Kyle being tied up my dad was tied up and I saw that the wardrobe had been tossed aside like a bag of potatoes and the window broken.

I raced over to my dad's side, felt for his pulse, relieved that he was alive, I untied him and kept looking around making sure that this wasn't a trap. I looked behind the door to see if there was anyone waiting for me to be busy and then jump. No one was there. Satisfied that there was no danger I went back to check on my dad. I tried gingerly to untie him. From the looks of him he'd been beaten really badly. My dad started moaning when he woke up. At first he froze, I knew without a doubt that he thought that Kyle was still here, but when he opened his eyes and saw that it was only me his whole body relaxed.

I took the gag out of his mouth. Underneath I was shaking with fury.

"What happened?" I asked calmly.

My father answered that he got home early and heard loud noises upstairs. I listened to the whole story of what happened. My dad went up the stairs to see what was going on. When he opened the door instead of a teenage boy there was a raptor in his place trying to rid of the sheets and duck tape to get free. Using one of his hind claws Kyle managed to get most of the duck tape off, and when Kyle saw my dad trying to quickly close the door. While my dad was telling what happened I looked around the room more closely.

The old wooden chair that Kyle was tied to was nothing more than broken pieces of wood and splinters. Great, he managed to get away. I looked closely at the wooden floor to find that there were a lot of scratch marks on them. From the looks of it Kyle didn't have a very easy time freeing himself from the duck tape. My dad managed to close the door and raced down the stairs for all he was worth. There was a loud bang and the raptor managed to catch my dad. My dad fought to get free. Kyle in raptor form dragged my dad to the attic room, turned back to human form, got the rest of the duck tape off, and started beating my dad up. My dad smiled saying that the guy learned that he wasn't as weak as he looked. Kyle received several punches in the flanks, close to the eyes, nose, chin, and got kicked in the shins.

Kyle moved behind him. Before my dad could turn he got knocked out. Everything else was gone to him. I'm just going to take a wild guess that because Kyle knew the guy he was tying up was my father, he also knew that if he had killed one of my parents we'd be enemies for life. If Kyle had killed my dad it would've been war from then on. I would've tried everything within my power to eliminate Kyle. I helped my dad get back on his feet and walked him down the stairs. I checked every door and window, locked them, and went back to the attic room. It wasn't easy but I managed to push the wardrobe back to the window. I know that it'd be much more difficult to pushed the wardrobe away from the window without getting any cuts. I raced down the stairs and started cooking dinner. I know for a fact that locking the windows and doors won't work with Kyle, but it's to make most of us feel safe.

I shook my head thinking that this whole thing was crazy. I don't know how many times I was tempted to tell my dad that I didn't know why they wanted me so badly, but that would've been lying. I don't lie because it'd cramp my style. Tomorrow is going to be Kyle's third day. I'm going to have to be very sneaky if I'm to elude him. I know it's not going to be easy because he's going to want to get back at me for hitting him on the head with a bat, if he ever finds out that I used a bat.

Lilly

Day three

It's been way too quite today. The silence is so uncomfortable that even reading is nerve racking. I keep thinking that any minute Kyle will jump out and attack, so far he's been very aggressive about trying to capture me. The worst thing is that I keep wanting Sam to come and rescue me. I hate that idea. Not the Sam coming to visit me, it's being rescued and I being completely useless. The very idea of being useless is something that I really can't bear to think of. I like thinking that I'm useful to others. I don't mind admitting that there are times where I need help, but asking for help is very different than acting like a damsel in distress.

Being a damsel in distress doesn't work in the real world, with me that's a fact. If I tried calling for help when in danger no one is going to come to rescue me, that's assuming I'm in a place where my family or friends aren't with me. Passing out wouldn't work for me either. No one is going to come and save you from danger after you pass out, I'm talking about me future reader(s). In my case I would have to save myself or fight off the danger that is trying to get at me. There are times where it's okay to ask for help and other times one has to do it by themselves.

Wow, now I feel ultra-silly. Today while I was at school some of the girls were talking about how unfeminine I was. I didn't try acting weak and helpless like some of the other girls did whenever they were trying to get whatever guy's attention. I flat out didn't do that. Usually, that sort of talk doesn't bug me the least bit because I've other things way more important than to conform to the beliefs of female strangers. Yeah, I'm at the point where I say that today that sort of talk just got under my skin. Writing down how I think a girl ought to act in society has helped me get over this stumbling block.

I'm going to list why with me it was a good thing that I'm independent.

One: I managed to survive on the island and I had some help from Sam. Being independent good. Admitting that I needed help is a plus, one can't be too arrogant.

Two: I was helpful instead of a burden when helping Sam get away from Kyle. That was when Kyle took over Sam's pack.

Three: Sam and I, some might change it to 'we', managed to get off the island with some help from people who found out that we were on the island.

Four: Even though I was terrified while on the island I didn't let my fears get in the way of my needing to survive.

Five: …I'll have to think of five…oh yeah I manage not to get captured by Luis and Kyle thus far.

Okay, I came up with things that show that I am still feminine it's just that I do it in a different format than what most girls do. Ha! Take that you other females. You guys may think that I'm a freak of nature well guess what? I'm going to be one of those girls who outlives y'all! So ha!

Yes, I overdid the whole rub it in your face gig, but who cares? I've checked all my family members to see if they're okay. Hey, even a girl has to protect what's hers, right? My answer is heck yeah. I'm going to go and help make dinner.

Lillian Hunter

Day four

They came back. The guys that bugged the whole place. What irked me was that they were searching the house without a warrant. I really wanted to grab a bat, knock them out, put each of them in boxes, and sent those guys to countries where slavery is still acceptable. I know that I can easily do that without getting caught, the perfect crime. When I walked into the house and saw that they were in the house without my parents being in the house, and not one of them walked forward to show they had a warrant. You know what I did when I saw them? I ran.

I ran as though I just saw burglars in the house. I was running for dear life. I heard them calling my name, but I kept right on running. I only stopped when I realized that I was in the woods. This was Kyle's element, his battlefield. I quietly moved elsewhere and started running in case Kyle saw me and was chasing me. Well if he didn't see you that would've created the chance that he would've seen you, some would reason. Yeah, I figured that would happen because that sort of thing happened in books or movies. I made a sharp turn, quietly walked from one place to another, and made another sharp turn to hide underneath the thorny bushes that were somewhat close to some of the Hawthorne trees, note Hawthorne trees are the trees that have sharp thorns that sometimes can pierce into the tire(s) of a car. Hawthorne trees really should be called thorn trees for obvious reason, but I wasn't the one who named the trees.

Okay, back to the main story that I was talking, well writing about but who's keeping track, about. I wasn't too far off when some of the guys that were in the house came by. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought that I managed to get them off my tail. I was very still and I made sure that my gaze was only halfway up. I didn't have it fully up because some people would have a strange feeling they were being watched. The thing that made this even more humorous was the fact that they were hollering my name. What kind of surprised me was that Kyle came in plain view of those guys in raptor form. The guys looked at each other, clearly shocked. They both started running away. I couldn't say that I really blamed them. Kyle chased after them.

While Kyle was distracted I ran away in the complete opposite direction the two men went. I managed to get to the road. A car stopped close by me. I was ready to run when I realized that it was my dad who was the driver. I opened the car door and told him what had been happening. My dad only nodded and drove towards the house. Dad asked me if anything else happened. I wrote down that Kyle had been chasing the guys who had been coming after me. He replied by saying, "I see" and that was the end of us talking to each other.

The guy who was clearly in charge was obviously furious at how things were going. When he saw my dad's car coming he only managed a forced smile. When my dad and I came out of the car the guy had the nerve to ask 'why did I run away from them?' I told my viewpoint, which basically made them look like the bad guys who broke into my home and I did what anyone would've done, run away for dear life. I knew from the look on the guy's face that he didn't like the way I portrayed his workers. I made it very clear that I didn't see my parents or grandparents, and no one was there to show they had a warrant for being in the house. Turns out the guys really didn't have a warrant. They acted like I was supposed to trust them because they were doing things for my own good. Of course I still don't believe them.

Later on the two guys who'd been chased by Kyle came flushed and told that they'd been chased by a raptor. The leader thought they meant some bird of prey. They later explained that they've been chased by a dinosaur. The leader's face turned a real vibrant red when he heard this, glared in my direction not bothering to hide that he thought that I knew about the raptor. I just looked at his two workers like I was surprised at the condition they were in. Frankly I was, some parts of their pants got ripped up, the backs of their suit-like jackets were ripped up as well, one guy was missing one shoe, and the other had lost his sunglasses. It felt like forever before the guys finally left. At the corner of my eye I saw that Kyle was there watching us. I don't know what came over me but I didn't dare point out that we were being watched, not even to dad. I thought that I would wait to tell dad what I saw.

Speaking of which, I'm going to stop writing now and go give this information to my dad.

Lilly

Later,

I'm writing this hours later. I guess while Kyle was being tied up and I was pushing against the wardrobe they might've heard us talking and probably put two-and-two together, which would explain why those creepy guys are at the house without a warrant. They could probably "claim" that someone called them saying that someone was trapped. Hey, this was hours ago and I didn't think of those things at the time. I was thinking about how the heck was I to get away from them without Kyle capturing me in the process.

I guess the leader didn't think of that at the time, and is probably going through the process of putting some of the things to make it look like we were the bad guys because we were keeping some innocent person captive. I hope I'm wrong, but who knows what'll happen.

Lilly

Day five

I think yesterday was the day Kyle spent his whole day observing what has been going on. Possibly this might be his second day of doing so as well. Then again I've been proven wrong before. No matter how tempted I am, I'm not going to go and check on my traps. Kyle might place the traps in such a way that it would be to his advantage instead of mine. I'm going to remain cool. Its early morning and I need to leave for school now.

Lilly

Later

I'm wondering why Kyle just simply let the guys he chased go. Theory one, he wanted to scare me thinking that I might surrender. Theory two, he doesn't like the guys and is trying to scare them off. Theory three, because he's just plain cruel. Class is going to start. I have to go.

Lilly

I'm in one of my classes now. I know I should place a 'later' before writing an entry but I'm too lazy to do that. I keep having this feeling that I should explain why I'm still going to school. Here are some of the reasons for doing so. One, how on earth are my parents and grandparents going to explain to the school that the reason why I keep missing school is because there's a raptor, the dinosaur one, who can shape-shift into human form that's chasing me? They simply can't because they'd sound insane. Two, my family and I are hoping to be able to capture Luis and Kyle before they manage to capture me. Three, I managed to convince my family that I've several traps in many places. I didn't have to work hard to convince my stepmom of that because she saw what I was capable of a few days ago. Four, heaven only knows what the guys would do if they found out if there were two shape-shifters that were going after me, and we don't trust them. Those are the reasons why I keep going to school acting like none of the strange things are happening.

I'll report more on what's going on after school.

Lilly

Day Six

First things first. Kyle didn't do anything to attack anyone, who is related to me. Today I went outside and found out why Kyle didn't go after me. He'd been spending the whole day looking for my traps, the ones he found his disabled. I was really annoyed with the fact that all the hard work took hours for me to do, and his destroying the traps probably only took like five minutes or less. I took a deep breath. I'll let him think that the traps are still disabled. I took whatever things could be salvaged to use later. Before I forget, I nearly got captured today. It was in Kyle's viewpoint, dumb luck that I managed to slip out of his clutches again.

While I was checking on my traps, I went to the part where there were caves. I was checking on one of the traps when I realized there was a shadow behind me. The first thing that came to my mine was 'oh, crap.' That was it. I looked over my shoulder to see that it was Kyle in human form smirking. He started moving towards me. I pulled on the rope that would have boulders fall on the scary guy coming towards me. He stopped. Nothing happened. Yep, he disabled this trap too. 'Crud,' 'Crap,' and 'oh, man' were the short expressions that kept coming through my mind. I had this feeling that I was trapped like prey. I kept telling myself that I was a human being with a brain. I had to use my surroundings to my advantage even if it didn't look like there was any advantage for me. Failure was not going to be my option.

Kyle then started shifting into raptor form. Yep, he's really irked at me and if I know him well enough he intends on beating me up until I begged beg for mercy, which he would give and still be cruel to me. I didn't think at all about what I was going to do at the time. I just acted. I charged towards Kyle while he was in the middle of being semi human and semi raptor. My charging into him caught him completely off guard. I punched him in the ribs. Because the ground in the cave was slightly slippery Kyle slipped off his feet. Me, I believe my feet never even touched the ground while I was running for all I was worth.

Looking down at the ground I saw that Kyle was chasing me in his raptor form. I'm so dead, I thought, if he manages to catch me. The ironic thing was that I leaped diagonally when Kyle leaped to try and land on my shoulders. Everything went in slow motion at that exact moment. I looked down and saw that right where I was heading to was one of my hidden-deep-dug-out traps. I managed to twirl in mid air to get away from the trap. Kyle wasn't so lucky, I looked over at him and saw that he was way too angry to notice what I was doing and just leaped at what he thought was solid ground so that he could leap at me again and then he would capture me. That plan would've worked if it hadn't been for the fact that the ground Kyle landed on was a trap. He fell straight down screeching at what he found out the hard way.

I didn't see or hear him climb out of the tunnel. I was busy running as fast as I could. I looked up to see Luis in giant vampire bat form watching. I knew from the look on his face that he saw the whole scene. He knew what I did, and he didn't do anything to help Kyle. Of course, my legs managed to have the strength to move faster without having to touch the ground. When I skidded to a stop was when I raced through the front door, closed it, and locked it. I was panting like I'd just run a marathon. It took me awhile to realize that the locks had been changed while I'd been away. My dad came and saw that I was still flushed from all the running I did. Without saying a word my dad handed me the keys to the door. He left to lock all the other doors because everyone else was home. That's all I've to report for today, I'm so dang tired I could sleep for five months, night.

Lilly

Day seven

I managed to sneak out to see what on earth is going to happen next. I knew that there were going to be two options that would happen. Option one, the boys would work together in order to successfully capture me. Option two, Luis is going to take his turn. The latter sounds more plausible because I know for a fact that Kyle would remember as I do that one time when Luis could've helped by capturing me but didn't (yes, that was yesterday). I guess right now Luis is feeling smug about knowing what I usually do during the week. During this week I've been sticking close to my grandparents place. I'm going to switch the places I don't usually go to so to bamboozle Luis.

I know that when I return and tell my parents what I did, they'd be past the cliff of fury and then would cool off after I tell them that Kyle the raptor isn't going to be around much because it's going to be Luis' turn, the giant bat. It's most likely going to be at the beach and in the city because I've a hunch that Luis isn't so good and telling the difference between one person and another, but I could be wrong.

I'm at the place where Kyle and Luis last met each other and had the fight that separated them. I'm going to stop writing now so the guys don't hear me and wound up capturing me all because he heard soft clicking noises when people write on paper.

Lilly

Later,

Yeah the guys met each other where they fought. The funny thing is they didn't say anything; they just lunged at each other and were fighting against each other. Then they broke apart from each other, they were still glaring at each other hatefully.

"We could've had that girl captured if you'd have swooped down and caught her," hissed Kyle.

"Really? I thought you had everything under control," replied Luis coolly. "You managed to figure out where she set most of the traps and destroyed them. Wonderful job, if it hadn't been for the fact that you didn't bother checking whether she set more traps."

Kyle lunged towards Luis and gave him a big punch in the face. They went on and on about how it was the others' fault for not helping when it came to capturing me. They kept right on fighting. Sometimes I was internally rooting for Luis, 'cause you know he was getting beat up a lot. Then when Luis had enough he was delivering more blows than Kyle could. Then I started rooting for Kyle, 'cause I could. In conclusion, I was rooting for both of them to beat the other up so bad that they'd leave and come back to the island, even though I knew full well that wasn't likely to happen.

Kyle gave a kick that pushed Luis like about six feet away. That wasn't bad, of course that does explain how Kyle was able to drag my dad up the stairs and manage to tie him up. Kyle then raced away. I rolled my eyes, but then again I probably would've done the same thing too.

"Yeah you better run," shouted Luis. "I'll be the one who'll capture Lilly."

Good luck, I thought. I then waited for Luis to leave. He shifted into bat form and flew away. I then quickly raced to my home. I made sure to stick to the shadows so Luis wouldn't see me. When I got home I found my dad waiting for me. I knew from the look on his face that if I didn't give a good reason for being out late at night I was so grounded. I told him, more like wrote the whole thing down, about my observance about how the two guys haven't been working together. I wrote that tomorrow would be that bat boy's turn to try and kidnap me. My dad only pointed at my room door without saying anything. He took the papers. I knew that I was in a lot of trouble, and probably grounded. At least I know for sure that Luis and Kyle are still against each other.

Lilly