Ok I have some bad news. Since I've got a lot of studying to do, it's gonna be a chapter a week from now on. Sorry :( Anyway, here's chapter 9!

Sally looked around desperately. She kept running forward, searching for a way out. The mist seemed to have no end. Her legs were tired and soon she would fall and 'it' would catch up. Now the thing she was running from was huge, angry and above all, terrifying. However, she didn't know what it was; she hadn't had a chance to stop and look at whatever was hunting her. With dark eyes and deep breaths, she quickened her pace. The voices were the worst part.

"Sally!" screamed several voices, making it hard to recognise any of them individually. Suddenly, Sally stopped running as if she couldn't control what she was doing. She looked over the edge of a cliff that had suddenly appeared before her. A whole lot of dark, empty nothingness lay at the bottom. What was she supposed to do? Jump or face the predator whom was getting nearer by the second? A shadow stomped over to her. It towered above her human form and it looked down at her with blood-red eyes that seemed to glow amongst the mist. Sally backed up. She knew she couldn't take this thing in combat and that would be a foolish move anyways. She barely managed to balance herself on the edge of the cliff. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the thing took a stride closer to her. It knelt down and smirked as it tapped her shaky body in a tormenting way. Sally didn't dare look back or down. She closed her eyes and gulped. One last poke caused her to lose her balance and she fell down into the nothingness. After a few seconds of falling, she hit the floor. Her limp body lay lifeless in the mud. That was it. She was dead. As she was passing to the afterlife, she heard a voice.

"Sally…wake up…" it pleaded softly. It sounded a lot like James. Then, she sat up and screamed. Why was she alive? She just died! James was holding Sally in his arms. And she wasn't at the bottom of a pit, she was still on the island with Jason, Kirsty and Dean huddled around her. Her eyes widened as she saw the cliff to her right and she shuffled away. What happened?

"Are you alright? Looked like you were having an intense dream or something…" said Dean.

"I…I…I'm not dead?" trembled Sally.

"No…you're safe," answered James as she sighed with relief. She quickly pushed the shaky, weak-sounding Sally aside and put on a brave face. Her breathing calmed and her heart beat returned to a more normal pace. She stood up and brushed herself off.

"We need to get off this island…now," she said as she looked over the water. "And since no one here can fly a plane, it looks li.." Before she could actually finish her sentence, Dean stepped forwards.

"I can fly us home..." he said as he turned around and walked off into the trees. Everyone followed.

They soon came to another cliff and on the other side of the rocks, was the landing runway. Kirsty slid down the side of the cliff and jumped from rock to rock. Sally was next, followed by James and then Jason. Dean carefully made his way over to the cliff's edge and sat down, carefully lowering himself onto the rocks. He had his own way of doing things, you see. Kirsty and Sally were chasing each other on the rocks and the sound of childish laughter, typical to a playground, echoed throughout the bay. James and Jason had already made it to the landing bay. Dean wasted no time joining the chase and quickly made his way over to the bay.

"Got ya!" giggled Kirsty as she pushed Sally and jumped away. Sally turned around and jumped after her. Kirsty launched herself up onto the bay, attempting a quick and cunning escape. She pulled herself up and smirked at her own triumph. But to her surprise, Sally was already up on the bay. She laughed and joined the rest of the group.

They walked around, arguing about which aircraft to take. However, Dean had already chosen which one he wanted to fly. He sat in the cockpit of a large jet. The controls seemed simple enough and everything seemed to be working normally. Dean's father was a pilot and when Dean turned 17, he learnt how to fly his first plane. It was in his blood. He waved at his friends and they made their way into the main body of the jet. Each of them sat down and looked to Dean who seemed quite excited.

"You sure y-you know how to f-fly this thing?" asked James nervously. Sally also looked nervous. Both of them hated flying. Kirsty, however, seemed content (as per usual) and Jason had that badass 'I'm not afraid of anything' look on his face.

The jet cantered gracefully down the runway and took to the air. Dean was proud of his take-off. He looked back at the others and none of them seemed to be freaking out too much so all way well. Sally peeled her hands off the metal bars either side of her that were now dented from her grip.

Oops…

She stared out of the window like when they were on their way to the island for the first time. It was strange. They'd all been there for so long now and it had started to feel like home. Now it was gone, Sally felt like she didn't belong anywhere again. But then it hit her. She didn't belong anywhere, she belonged with her friends. This made her smile to herself. She'd never had any true friends and now she had four best friends who she could trust.

However, she knew that as soon as they got back to reality, the war would begin…