Disclaimer: Oh wish I owned Hannah Montana. I once wished upon a shooting star but you all know what happens.

A/N: This chapter was orginally part of the previous chapter but instead I divded it into two (kinda of like cells! Sorry doing Genetics in Bio) and made it longer. Aren't you guys lucky!

Chapter 38: Run Lilly!

Lillys' POV

I ran upstairs to a small bedroom and began to look around it. I soon found something and pocketed it. I went to look at the bathroom but instead I heard a scream coming from downstairs.

"Miley!" I whispered and ran down the staircase, careful not to make any noise.

I saw a man standing there with a pipe standing over a knocked out Miley and Oliver.

"Fine the third." The man said.

My heart started to race. I didn't know who was after me or why but I only knew one thing. Get out and get help and come back for Miley and Oliver.

I carefully snuck back to the bedroom and slowly opened the window.

"Where is SHE?" I heard the man yell.

My heart skipped a beat. Their voices were getting closer and closer.

I kept trying to open the window but then bam! It got stuck.

No, no, NO! Not now! I thought.

I heard the footsteps right outside the door.

Oh God NO!

"Last room to check sir!" Another voice said.

"Open it!"

Oh shoot! I quickly ran back over to the door and not only locked it but shoved a set of drawers in front of it.

"Locked sir!" The same man said.

"She's in there. Break it down!" The other man said.

I went back to the window.

"Come on!" I muttered throwing my full weight against it.

And slowly, very slowly the window inched up.

"Yes." I muttered as I manage to open the window as high as it would go.

I put one foot out, ready to swing my other out so I could jump.

I heard a slam and I looked around. The two men outside were trying to break the door behind me.

I had to hurry. I swung my other foot and climbed out of the window so I was standing on its still.

I looked down at the roof below. It was quite a drop. At least 3 metres. I was about to jump but couldn't. I don't know why.

The door collapsed behind me.

And without a second thought I jumped.

I landed squarely on the rooftop below. I tried to stand up but my ankle gave way.

"Not this! Not now! Anything but this!" I mumbled while trying to stand.

I started to stumble down the roof to the end.

"There she is sir!" I heard a yell from above me.

"Get her!" Another voice said,

Uh-oh! Not good.

I quicken my pace but I knew they would soon be behind me. I had to hide and let them over-take me and then I could double back.

I reached the end of the roof and carefully climbed down. As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I heard the slam of feet against roof.

Hurry Lilly.

I looked around for any good hiding spots but I couldn't see any. Oh shoot. Why must ALL the bad things happen to me? Why? WHY?

Okay Lilly stop being dramatic and find a goddamn hiding spot.

Then I remembered something: I had noticed a side street that must lead back to the main road. I could go along it and alert the authorities. Wait, that could make it worse. But for the sake of my two best friends (one of which is the love of my life) I could definitely make an exception.

I started to half-run, half-limp towards the side street. Just then I heard a shout.

"SHE'S OVER THERE!"

Then all hell broke loose.

Not caring about my stupid busted ankle, I ran for it. Not even caring to look back. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Adeline was pumping through my veins, filling me with energy. I could hear their footsteps hot on my trail. Faster. Faster!

"She's going in that little street!" Another voice said, only this time it sounded closer than the first.

Run, RUN! I kept telling myself as I headed down the small alleyway that is the side street. Suddenly I saw something that made my heard plummet.

The alley ended with a 20 metre high thick concrete wall as least 5 metres in width. Great. This is just great. I quickly looked for another route over the wall. I noticed that the concrete walls around me were badly carved and placed. I could use them like a rock climbing wall except for the fact there are nothing to support me if I were to fall. Oh well. Life's full of risks.

I placed one foot on the first ledge but it slipped and I realised that they were slippery. There was no way they would support my full weight but I gotta try.

I placed my foot on the ledge and as I hoisted myself up and grabbed hold of the second one I slipped again and then it dawned on me. There was no way I could rock-climb my way out of this mess. This was not good. Soon they goons will be here and-

"There she is!"

And kill me. God kill me now!

I turned around to meet my opponents. Three surely muscular guys dress in nothing but a pair of long black pants, ninja shoes and a black singlet top, were just a few metres away from me. They both had buzz cuts, a tattoo on their right shoulder (probably some kind of cult) and there faces glared at me.

I back away a few paces. This was not good. There were three of them and only one of me. Great, outnumbered and outmatched.

"Give it up TR-6301. You're coming back with us."

I clenched my fists. They were Jägers from the camp. The 'cult' they belonged to was the Zu Jäger sein. A/N:.Jäger means Huntsmen or Hunter in German. And Zu Jäger sein means To Be Hunter

"What do you want Vladimir, Pëter and Drake?" I asked.

I knew who they were now. I couldn't believe I didn't know who they were in the first place.

"You need to come with us. Come quietly and we won't have the need to kill your little friends but run off and we WILL kill them. Get it?" Drake said.

"In your sad little dreams my friends."

They laughed.

"It is three against one, what could you possibly do?"

"Numbers do not win in a fight."

But they certainly help, I was thinking.

They laughed again and started to advance.

"What should we do first? Break your legs or neck?"

I back slowly away but my back hit the wall.

Drake laughed.

This is not good.

Pëter couldn't wait. He wanted to kill me, I coud see it in his eyes. He lunged forward but I knew what he was going to do. I ducked out of the way just in time and his head hit stone. BAM! Lights out for little Pëter. Vladimir was the next one. I ducked and I spun around and kicked him squarely in the back which mad him collapse in pain.

But as suddenly as he got knocked down he got back up and attempted to punch me. I ducked but his blow instead of hitting me in the face, got my shoulder and I collapsed in pain. I looked back up and charged at him, punched him in the stomach, karate chopped him in the neck and with all my might threw him against the wall and sleepy time for Vladimir it seems.

Drake looked at me in total surprise.

"Very nice." He said clapping his hands.

I straighten up.

"Well I was trained by Jeremy and Alex themselves."

He stop clapping and looked at me in horror.

"So that's why they want you. You betrayed them."

This time I laughed.

"Got it in one haven't you Drake? But they were going to kill me so I guess we're even."

"Guess they got sick of you in the end. Little Miss Truscott isn't as perfect as everyone thought she was."

"Yeah, don't know why people thought that but at least my rep was good."

And then out of nowhere Drake charged at me and my head hit the back of the wall. Lights appeared in front of my eyes and I tried to blink them away just in time to see Drake throw a punch at me which I dodged and his hand hit the concrete slab behind me. Now it's my turn. I turned around and attempted to punch him.

I say 'Attempted' because Drake caught my fist. I tried to keep going but he was too strong.

"Face it Truscott, you've always tried to beat me but never could."

"I will!"

He laughed and twisted my arm. I tried not scream. I screwed up my face in pain as he kept twisting it while he was still laughing. That's when I realise something. He was completely venerable.

I gathered up my strength and kneed him in the stomach. At once he let go of my arm. I took advantage of this opportunity to kick him again. He staggered backwards.

"Very good Truscott. I see you've learned some new tricks."

I tried to straighten up but he charged once again but I dodged and did this really cool ninja trick. See what I did was I ran up the wall a little bit and did a backwards flip and landed behind him.

I heard a stir from behind me and I noticed the others were coming around. Not good.

Drake had this smile playing about his mouth. I turned my attention back at him and lunged at him. Our fists had each others' arms in a death grip. Then I felt something against the back of my head. I knew what it was. The cool metal was surprisely pleasant against my hot head.

"Let go."

I let go.

"Stand back."

Instead of just standing back I swung around and kicked the gun out of his hand. The gun flew high in the air and if in slow motion we all watched it start to fall back to earth. Then all hell broke loose and we ran after it but unfortunately for me Vladimir was waiting to catch it and unluckily he did and on impulse he shot me.

Lucky for me the bullet only grazed my shoulder but it stung like crazy.

"Give it up Truscott! You're finished!" Vladimir shouted at me.

I knew what I had to do.

Sheesh, where were all these ideas coming from? I am on FIRE!

"Okay, I give!" I said.

They all looked at each other.

"I'm finished. I'll do what you want." I said raising my hand in defeat.

"See? I knew you would finally come to your senses." Drake said.

Vladimir approached me.

And in a flash, I whipped out. I got him directly in the face. The gun slipped from my hand and into mine. And as if I was autopilot, I shot him. Not once but twice. Both in the chest. Vladimir seemed to float for a bit before collapsing to the ground.

Pëter let out a howl and ran towards me but I whipped around and shot him in the head and he collapsed as well.

Drake looked at the scene in pure horror. The scene had gone from what seemed like victory to defeat. Then it seemed as Drake had come to a decision. He simply ran for it and I chased after him.

"STOP!" I yelled but he kept on running.

I decided to do the only thing I could do. I fired the gun and it got him right in his spine. Drake collapsed instantly.

I dropped the gun and held my injured arm. I needed help but more importantly I needed to find Miley and Oliver.

I limped for what seemed like ages. It was getting dark and I had no where left to go. I felt like I was going in circles but I kept on walking. My feet were carrying me somewhere but I don't know where. All I knew is that I had to fine Miley and Oliver whatever it takes. I didn't know where to start looking but I had to go back to the place where it all began. I limped to the door and opened it. They weren't there. No surprises there. I limped around the house but nothing. It was getting late and I had to find help. I wandered down street after street. But no luck. I had to find someone. Anyone. But it looked like no one was around.

I soon found this alleyway that may take me to where I needed to go. But as I walked down it. I felt it get colder and colder, darker and darker.

Soon it came to a dead end.

No! I thought.

I then couldn't take it anymore. The pain was too great.

I passed out right there and then.

A/N: A nice long chapter for you guys with an awesome cliffie =) Hope you guys like this chapter. I really enjoy writing chapters like this and this has to be one of my fav chapters =) So yeah. I'm off to bed. Oh and one more thing: REVIEW!

Yay longest chappie (wordwise and length) =) WOOT! LOL