Woo! Chapter 2! Thanks so much for reading! Fair warning, there's going to be some cursing and action! Though, what is a T rated fic without a bit of cursing and action? Onwards!

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I couldn't remember anything but my body did things for me. I was on autopilot where the pilot was gone. I think I walked home this time but I can't remember. When I entered my house, I barely heard the chorus of cheers from my little siblings as they crushed me in a hug. I numbly walked past them and up to my room where I collapsed, shoes, backpack and all, onto the bed where the tears spilled. I felt a hand on my shoulder as two weights settled on either side of me.

"What's wrong Laila?" My older sister, Sophie who has brown eyes and blonde hair, asked.

I mumbled, "Vinny doesn't want to be friends anymore."

"What?" Sophie's twin brother, Shay, asked.

I lifted my head from the pillow, snot, and tears making my hair stick to my face. "Vinny doesn't want to be friends with me anymore!"

Sophie gasped. "What?! But you two have been friends since birth!"

"I know!" I cried into the pillow.

"I'mma kill that two timey, backstabbing, son of a…" Shay began but Sophie stopped him.

"No need to bring any more anger. Killing him won't solve anything. But my question is why?"

"Remember Friday night when he came over?" I sniffle. They both nod and hum in response. "The sky turned red and started trying to kill us and he thought that was a sign that our friendship over and…"

"Whoah, whoah, whoah," Shay said. "The sky turned red?"

I heard a smack followed by an "ow" as I felt Sophie's delicate fingers comb my hair. "How can he say that?" A fresh wave of tears spilled down my cheeks. "Well, there's no use crying about it. We're going out."

My head snaps to her, my tears blurring my vision. "What?!" Shay and I said at the same time.

"You heard me. We're going to the mall!" Sophie grinned.

"The mall?!" Shay groaned and fell face first onto the bed.

"The mall?" I ask in a quiet voice.

"Yeah! What always cheers me up is going out shopping with my friends."

I twiddling my thumbs. "I don't have friends...anymore." I wince. Vinny has been my only friend my whole life! People made fun of me, thought I was a freak or a witch because of my looks. "It's unnatural to have white hair and not be an albino""It's unnatural to have yellow eyes!" Vinny was the only one who looked past that...until now.

"Well, you have us." Sophie gestured to Shay and herself.

I smile a bit and sniff. "What about Evan and Ella?"

"Them too. We're all going to the mall!"

"The mall?!" A pair of young voices shouted and came scampering to my room. The younger twins' names were Ella, the older twin, and Evan, the younger twin. Brown hair and brown eyes with light skin and freckles dotting their cheeks. "We're going to the mall?"

"Can we get ice cream?" Ella asked.

"Can we get candy?" Evan asked.

We all laugh. I hiccuped through my weak laugh.

"Of course," Sophie said. "Meet me in the car. I've got to get my purse."

The young twins screamed and scampered downstairs to get their shoes as Shay and I chuckled at their childish behavior. I wipe my eyes and nose with my shirt.

"And don't worry," Shay says, bumping my shoulder lightly on the way out, "I'll make sure that bastard pays." He winks.

I crack a small smile and head to the bathroom to make myself presentable in public. Washing my face with water I tied my hair into a high ponytail and headed to the car. Our parents were barely home but, it didn't matter to us. We were a group of five. It fit perfectly without our parents.

"Are we ready?" Sophie asks, popping into the passenger side.

Evan and Ella cheered while I said, "To infinity and beyond!"

Shay started the car and we were on our way to the mall. To say the ride was quiet and peaceful was an understatement. What with two 7-year-olds and two 18-year-olds mixed with an almost 15-year-old, things are bound to get hectic. The older twins started playfully arguing while the younger twins were bouncing in their seats with excitement. I smile slightly, thinking that each one of them has a born best friend while I, who was supposed to have a male twin, was a single baby. How can a family born of twins of opposite gender make a single child? It just doesn't add up. Ella and Evan, Sophie and Shay… I guess I was lucky that Vinny and I had the same birthday, with him being the oldest by a few minutes, but that's all thrown out the window now. I'm a single.

Shay parks in the parking lot of the bustling mall.

"I can't believe we're at the mall on a Monday night." I murmur.

"It's the new Friday." Sophie flashes me her sparkling grin.

We walk inside and my little siblings are practically sparkling with excitement. This mall has a few rides here and there with 8 floors that I can see clearly throughout the mall. A giant fountain spewing water with coins sits in the center of it all. Security strolls through on Segways, always alert and ready for trouble.

"Where should we start?" Sophie put a finger to her lips in a thinking manner.

"Ice cream!" Ella screamed.

"Rides!" Evan shouted.

"Movies!" Shay shouted. We all looked to him with raised eyebrows. "What?" He innocently shrugs.

"Laila, how about you?" Sophie said, making the heads of our small group turn to me.

"How about the food court? I'm starving." I suggest.

"Good idea. A little food in our bellies will do us some good."

We all head over to the food court where carts filled with fatty goodness sit. As twins usually do, Ella and Evan started fighting about which foods they wanted.

"Pizza!" Evan said.

"Burgers!" Ella replied.

"Both!" I shouted above their arguing and took both of their hands over to a random booth that had both pizza and burgers on their menu, Sophie and Shay trailing along. The line was short and we ordered, getting our meals fast.

"It's like magic!" Ella gushed as she took a big bite from her burger. A bite bigger than a girl her size could even eat.

"Magic doesn't exist," Evan replied as he picked up his pizza. When he pulled the slice away from his mouth, a string of cheese connected the two. I sighed and shook my head at the two, eating my burger as Sophie and Shay each had their own pieces of pizza.

I munched slowly, my mind wandering back to Vinny. How we'd get our hands messy with burger sauce. We'd steal each other's fries and onion rings, giggling. I feel the stinging of tears in the back of my eyes and force myself to be in the moment. Don't think about him...

After we ate, Evan said, "I wanna go to the arcade."

"Me too." Shay turned toward Sophie. "Can we go?" He stuck his lip out in a pout and gave her his best puppy dog eyes. I stifle my laughter. The eldest waiting for permission from his younger sister.

Sophie shook her head and sighed, a smile on her lips. "Very well. But don't get in trouble. Meet at the entrance at 7:30."

Shay whooped and grabbed Evan by the hand. "Great! Come on Evan! I've got some quarter's in my pocket!" The two boys darted off to the arcade as the girls and I burst out laughing.

"Boys, they never grow up." Ella sighed, crossing her arms and shaking her head. Sophie and I chuckled. "Now can we go shopping?"

"Yes. Yes we can." I say and take her hand as Sophie leads us to an elevator. She presses the 'up' button and we entered with a few people. The doors close behind us and she presses the 8th-floor button. We have to wait as some people got off from different floors and some people came on. I counted each time we stopped. 3 people got off and 2 came on. 2 came on. 4 left. 3 left. Soon, we're alone. I hum the chorus for For the Damaged Coda. When the doors open to the eighth floor, Sophie guides us to a jewelry store. I frown and look at Sophie as Ella eagerly tugs me toward the earrings.

"You plan on us shopping here?" I say under my breath at Sophie as Ella grabs a pair, places them near her ear and looks in a mirror.

"What? It's jewelry!" Sophie said.

I bite my lip. "It's just not...me. I'm practical, not decorative. Couldn't we go check out knives or guns or something of use?"

Sophie pouts. "Well, that's no fun. Come on, at least pick something out. I know you like collars." She smirks, urging me toward a necklace section that has a couple of chokers.

"These are necklaces and chokers…"

"I'll pay for it." She then skips over to whatever section she wants.

I make sure to keep Ella within earshot and where I can see her and, shaking my head, "browse" through some pieces. I picked up a necklace with a golden chain and a sapphire stone inside. This necklace reminded me of an old memory of Vinny.

We were both ten at the time and my parents were out on business again. Vinny's parent's, Mr. and Mrs. Prowler, were watching my siblings and I. Vinny was an only child, unlike me, so his house was smaller but filled with little odd trinkets here and there. We were in the living room playing a simple game of Monopoly. I heard laughing and asked Vinny what's going on. We decided to take a break and investigate. Sophie and Shay, who were 13 at the time, wanted to play video games while Evan and Ella, 2, were sleeping in Vinny's room.

We both crept up the stairs and peered into Mr. and Mrs. Prowler's room. It felt like an invasion of privacy, but we were only 10. Inside, they were getting ready for a garage sale and Mrs. Prowler held up a necklace with a sapphire gem. She smiled when she saw us and we got to see some of their old stuff. Vinny was particularly interested in some of his dad's old sailing equipment while I was invested in his mom's jewelry because it was sparkly and shiny. I distinctly remember how it felt and what it looked like.

"My mother gave it to me," she had said. "But you can have it."

"Really? But why?" I had asked.

She winked, "I have a feeling it belongs to you."

That necklace is still in a box of little trinkets in my room. Need it? I have a feeling I need to return it. I put the necklace back where it belongs when an explosion rocks the floor beneath me. I stumble a bit but remain on my feet. The merchandise making little tinking sounds.

"What's going on?" I shout as I race towards Ella and grab her shaking figure. Tears pricked at her eyes and she looks at me with a scared expression. Sophie came barreling toward us.

Sophie looks just as surprised and scared as I was. "I-I-I don't know," she stuttered. Sophie never stutters. That's when I know something really bad is going down.

We head out of the store to see people screaming and running every which way. I peer down the railing to see 7 guys with their hoods pulled over their heads holding weapons (what kind, I don't know) and the mall cops on the ground, unmoving, a puddle of dark red pooling under them.

"We need to get out of here now!" I shout. I try to find some stairs but people's bodies keep blocking and shoving me with their elbows. I shield Ella with my body so her tiny frame doesn't get trampled. "Argh!" I scream in frustration. I look down and see one of the figures, the one in white, point up to...me? They start racing up the escalators at a shocking rate.

When I look behind me, I find my sisters are missing. I spot them about to take the escalator and sprint toward them, grabbing onto Sophie's arm. Shaking my head I point them in the opposite direction of the figures, who are on the fourth floor now. My eyes scan the eighth floor in an attempt to find an escape, finding none. Until I spot...

"The elevator!" I push them toward the two crowded elevators full of panicking shopper's, faces alight with fear. I arrived at the first but they closed the doors on us. Bastards! I spot the second one's door closing and shove my hand through the opening. The doors close on my hand, eliciting a grunt of pain from me. The doors reopen and I shove Sophie and Ella in. I try to squeeze in when one of the other shoppers shouts at me, "There's no more room!" and shoved me out.

I frown at Sophie who returns the look. I look to her and Ella and say, "Take care of her." Swiftly, knowing Sophie will likely give her place to me, I pressed the first floor and the doors immediately close as I back up.

"Wait, Laila!" Sophie's cries were cut off from the doors closing.

"Now, my turn," I say and lick my lips to find an escape route. I turn toward the railing and spot they have now made it to the seventh floor. I frown and scan through the shops until I spot Big 5 Sporting Goods. I grin as I rush toward the store and quickly run my eyes over the various guns and hunting knives. At the counter, in a glass case is a Glock 17. Smashing the glass with a nearby object, I reach inside and pluck the Glock 17 out. I check the magazine compartment and find it empty. Dammit!

I check the store's entrance and see they have arrived on the eighth floor and it won't take them long to find me, especially with a broken glass case. The wailing alarms, which I hadn't noticed until now, should conceal any miniscule noises I make. I run to the back of the store to find ammo and find a sturdy fishing line. I grab it, a plan hatching in my mind as I grab some ammo. Loading the pistol I hide behind the counter, which gives me some coverage. The counter back here is opaque, so they couldn't see me, hopefully.

I hear them come into the store, the sound of glass crunching underfoot faint, unlike their cursing.

"Shit, where is she?" says one with a deep, raspy voice.

"How should I know?" another replies, sounding like he was going through puberty.

"She should be in here. Search the place!" Another, this time more masculine, commands. I watch as they appear with their backs turned to me to search the store. Finding this as my chance to escape and pop my head up and come face to face with a person in a black mask with red features stitched onto it.

I yelp and, on instinct, point the gun and fire. The gunshot echoes throughout the store and their heads snap to me as their friend clutches his face in pain, blood oozing down his face. I don't understand, a gunshot like that should deem him dead. But, no time to dwell on that, time to get out. Jumping from behind the counter and sprinting out from the store I hear them cuss again.

"Get her!" The commanding voice says.

Get out, get out, get out, I keep repeating to myself. I take a route toward the escalators when I see more of them come up. I mentally facepalm. There were only three in the store idiot. They both start cornering me in the jewelry shop I was in earlier. I swallow, seeing no other option. They are going to get me. I hope my plan works...

"Come with us nicely and quietly and we won't harm you." The one in the tan hoodie says. A tiny glimmer caught my eye on the waistband of his pants.

"As if!" I spit.

"Then we have no other choice." He takes out the knife and they advance slowly on me.

"What do you want with me?!"

"All we want...is you!" The one going through puberty says.

I was cornered. The only way out was…

Taking my chance, I darted up to the railing and slipped onto the other side. The guys froze.

"You want me?" I say. "Then come and catch me!" Please let this work. I throw myself off of the eighth floor just as white hoodie tries to grab me. With the rod in hand, I cast it toward the seventh story railing, wrapping the wire around one of the rails. Who needs an escalator when you can have this? I think to myself, making sure the string keeps on coming. I drop all the way from the eighth to the third when the line runs out. I let out a cry of pain as the line suddenly jerks and it bangs me against the top of the second floor. I maneuver myself so I can swing onto the second floor. Once my feet hit the ground, I start sprinting toward the escalators that are, oddly, still working. I look up to see their stunned faces. I flip them the bird and continue toward the ground floor. I take the steps six at a time, jumping from stair to stair until I reach the bottom. I look over and see them descending from the escalator at their inhuman speed.

Get out, get out, get out, I keep telling myself as I sprint to the front doors where police officers come swarming in, guns and all. I sigh in relief as I run toward them. One of them sees me and I barrel into them.

"Thank you!" I cry out and hug one of them.

"Find the culprits!" one of them shouts.

I feel a hand on my back and look up to see the officer I'm squeezing trying to pry my arms from him. I let go, a sheepish blush forming. We make our way outside where I count 10 police cruisers with two ambulances, taking in the shaken civilians. Lights flash at me and I have to cover my eyes from being blinded. I then hear a "Laila!" from within the crowd and am pummeled by a small body. I wrap my arms instinctively around the shivering, crying form.

"It's okay Ella. I'm here." I murmur into her soft brown hair.

"I thought I lost you!" She cried.

Sophie, Shay, and Evan weren't far behind her. Evan was shaking, Sophie was crying, and Shay looked sick.

"Laila, I…" Sophie began but a sob ripped from her throat. "I-I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I…"

"It's okay," I say, holding a hand up for her to stop. "Things happen."

"But I should've been a better big sister. If I had lost you...Oh, I should've shoved you into the elevator."

"I saw you…" Shay said. "Those guys...they weren't normal. They...I...Evan...I...Cops…" Suddenly his cheeks puffed and he threw up.

"Too much excitement, huh?" I smirk as he wipes his mouth. "And to think, you taught me to shoot."

"Did you shoot one of them?" Evan asks shakily.

"I did. In the face. But all that seemed to do was cause him pain."

"Of course it would," Shay said. "He was shot."

"In the face. He should've been dead. But he wasn't. He writhed but then he was up and coming after me in no time at all."

They all look at me with wide eyes.

"He's definitely not human...does that mean it's even a he?"

I shake my head in amusement. You may be the oldest Shay, but you definitely have imaginative theories.

"So, then, what are they?" Evan squeaks. I kneel down and bring him into my arms. Normally, he would protest but we were all a little too shaken to even protest a hug.

"I have no idea," I say. "But I do know one thing."

"What is that?" Sophie asked.

"They want me."

Jeff

"Shit!" Jeff cursed as he saw her jump down with the fishing line.

"Damn. That girl's smoking hot." BEN murmurs, a look all too familiar to the ravenette in the blonde's eyes.

"How can you say that?!" Toby yelled. Oh no…

"What?" BEN says innocently, "She's one hell of a babe. Got us chasing her and everything."

Toby smacked BEN, earning a yelp from the Link look-a-like.

"At least try to act concerned," Masky said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Did she make it down alive at least?"

Jeff leans over the railing and spots her swinging onto the second floor. "Yeah, she's alive alright," Jeff says.

The others lean over and see the girl sprinting toward the escalator. She takes a quick glance at us and gives us the swift middle finger. BEN mutters something pervertedly while Toby swears again.

"Let's just go get her." Masky grumbles as we all book it toward the escalators in hopes they could catch the girl making a break for it. They were Creepypastas, so they at least had a chance of catching her. They leaped from escalator to escalator, never breaking a sweat as they spotted her rounding the corner of the mall.

"We're never gonna catch her!" BEN shouts.

"She's probably at the cops right now," Toby mutters.

"Damn, that girl is fast!" Hoodie blurts.

"Then let's get outta here." Masky replies.

"Laila Moonstone. We've got some unfinished business." Jeff murmurs quietly, looking at where she just ran off to.

"Jeff!" Masky hissed, breaking Jeff from his thoughts. He looked back at where she was and smirked, following the proxy as cops started entering the mall.