The two automatic doors slid open as I walked up to them. The heavy and sleepy heat engulfed me as soon as I walked in. I stepped in pit of the cold night air and wasted no time, going straight over to reception. I look over the wooden counter into the small clustered room, at three nurses. Two acknowledged me briefly and one came up to the counter.

"How may I help you dear," asked the sweet old lady, as she looked over her glasses at me.

"I was contacted about Megan Tracy. Is she here?" I asked desperately as I grasped the edge of the counter firmly in an attempt to steady myself.

As soon as she gave me the name of the ward I rushed off. Brison being my calm half, thanked her and hurried after. He did not call out for me to wait because he knew it was pointless. We both walked briskly down the corridors, passing by several nurses, doctors and patients. I was not interested in any of them. All I could think about was that phone call. When they asked me if I was Ellianna. When I said yes, they asked me to sit down. Then they told me of how Megan had been out for a run by herself when she had been attacked by a wild animal and left for dead. It was only by the grace of god that Dylan had found her or she would have died from blood loss.

She had been in her for hours and had been slipping in and out of consciences. She was completely over whelmed. The doctors put everything she was saying to stress, but we knew the truth. When I heard of her rumblings about demons, my stomach turned. I nearly got sick. She must have been so scared. It was not long before the bigger picture dawned on me that the blood in my veins turned to solid ice. They were still being attacked, despite our shadow. They were crazy, how were we going to beat things that crazy.

I recognised Megan's room when I saw Dylan through a window. Wasting no time, I rushed in. I froze when I saw her laying there, still as a corpse. I couldn't even see her chest rising or falling. Parts of her face were covered in bandages or stitched up. Any skin that was showing was black and blue. She was hooked up to a bag of blood and a heart monitor. It was only the faint little beeps that told us she was alive. I looked at Dylan. He had bags under his eyes, and he could barely keep them open. He hunched over in the chair beside her bed. He looked sick. I had to wonder how long he had been awake. he looked at us as we walked in and then swung his head back around, like it weighted a tonne, to look at her. I could have swore he was crying.

" She lost a lot of blood," He managed to whisper.

" Wha-what does that mean," I choked.

Sighing loudly, his eyes turned red. His lip started to shake and he became ridged, trying to hold back the tears.

" They don't know if she'll make it," He told us.

I found that the air got stuck around my diaphragm and then got regurgitated back up. My bones went hollow and I felt that they could crumble at any moment. Before I had time to fall, Brison caught me. He lead me over to an other chair and held me sit down.

This can not be happening. She can't die. I need her. I swore I would find the demons that did this and drive them back to hell for what they did to her. I wanted to get sick. I found myself preying before I knew it. Please let this be a dream. It can not really be happening. She was the tuff one. The rock. With out her I would be lost. She did not deserve to die. Not like this.

Brison tried to comfort me, but it was no use. Nothing could help.

"The shadow," I whispered.

They both stopped.

" As far as we know, He's an assassin, not a doctor," Said Brison, the only barely stable one in the room.

" It's all we have,"  I said.

" We don't even know how to contact him,"

I felt so helpless. Powerless. Reaching out to shadow was like standing in a screaming crowd, trying to call out to someone, you were not even sure was there, or could help. It was so frustrating. A nurse came put the kind of busy hallway with a trolley. It had dinners of patients and one glass that stood out of place. It did not match up to a plate. She was a bit down the hallway from our room, when she stopped to pick something up. While she was distracted, a doctor wearing a mask and hair net picked up the glass and put down an other. In one swift movement they were gone. The nurse put what ever she had picked up from the ground, into the trolley. She then came  in with the glass of water to me after she had seen me in such a state of shock. I could see that Dylan already had one and a half  a cup of coffee. She rested her hand empathically on my shoulder and gave me a warm smile. I took the glass and thanked her.

When she was gone, I went to take a drink, but suddenly Brison snatched it. I don't believe he meant to be rude, I think something must have taken him by surprise. He held it up to his nose and inhaled sharply. He handed it to a curious Dylan who did the same. They gave each other a concerned look.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Pysin," said Brison.

"What?" I blurted out.

It took us a second, but we finally got the message. Wasting no time gathering our things, like phones, we straight away got up. We left quickly, not looking back once. It seemed it took us forever to get outside, but we finally got there. We all stood around, all too lost in our own thoughts to say anything.

It was a sign. They wanted us to leave so they could help. Why else would they do it. I wonder if they could help. Wait! Did I actually see them? That "doctor" was that the shadow. Or was it a puppet. Some doctor they had set up to do their work for them, without them knowing. Well if they didn't know what they were doing, they sure were stealthy. It must have been them. From hearing their car at the football game, to the letter and now this. What had my life become. From simply worrying about my grades, to preying that some stranger who has done our killing for us will save Megan's life, after she was attacked by demons. Was this really my life now. Contemplating life was not going to do anything. I had to get over this. Well what I did or did not do had no impact, because this shadow was doing our work. I really hoped, that he was not playing with us. I hoped that he was not just messing with our heads, by making us trust him and then when all competition for our necks is gone, he'll just kill us himself, as part of some sick fetish. All our lives rested in the hands of something that could want to kill us.

Dear God. What if he is killing her right now. What were we doing by just leaving her. We were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Every inch of me wanted to trust him, it was our only option, but could I really risk loosing her. Forcing myself to move, I pushed myself back inside. Dylan and Brison followed me, calling out to me to stop, but he could be killing her right now.

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The shadow's prov.

Honestly, as if my job was not hard enough. I had been waiting in a bar all day for some one to come in, who might know where it is. It was a stuffy bar, that stunk of sweat from old drunk men. The time this person was meant to arrive at was uncertain, and I am not a patient person. I did not even know who this person was. How, might you ask, was I supposed to get this person. Well to answer the question that you may have asked, my own intellect. This person you see knows that some one is after them. I had been tracking them down for a while now, well ever since this hole thing started and by accident I slipped up and they saw me following them. They knew exactly why I was following. They only had one job that made them interesting enough to be followed. A job so important that one slip up could cost them their life. They had to keep a secret and now they know that they have given it away, sort of.

You see they are a post man. Yes, I know, that most dangerous of jobs. Well, they are not just any post man, they only deliver post to one place and they are not just simple little letters. They were hand picked for the job, by the person who lives in the house that they deliver post to. This person never leaves their house, the house that only the post man has ever been to. The post man is there only means of contact with the outside world. That person had something I needed. The one thing to end it all. The post mans face is always covered from the shadow of a big hood. I had to be careful, I could not just pounce on any one with a hood up in doors, it might not be the post man, and by then I would have blown my cover.

That's when they walked in. I knew it was them, because I could hear their abnormally fast pulse. They kept looking over their shoulder and clutching their satchel like someone was about to run up and take it. What an idiot. I did not want their stupid purse. 

I dared not move a muscle. I was so close. I had followed them here many times, but I was always dragged away, to save Elliana and the rest of the Brady bunch. But tonight, I was one step a head. I was here waiting for them. I let them scurry across the bar and then into the toilets. I casually got up and followed. I must have looked so weird following them in, but who cares, I was never going to see any of them again. I closed the door behind me and stood in the small hallway. A door closing caught my attention from the other end of the hall. Wasting no time I followed. I waited out side the door, giving them a few seconds to get ahead so they did no see me. When the sound of their pulse became rapid and slightly distant, I walked in, to find the one cubical door shut. It was locked from the inside. But I heard no pulse. Placing my hands flat on the door I gave a light shove, and gently snapped the lock, not making too much noise.

The window at the back was slightly opened. When I was in here ten minutes before, when I was taking mental note of the hole bar, to notice anything strange, that window was locked. I pushed it open slightly and looked down. He was actually climbing down the rain pipe. He even took the time to push the window back in. He locked the door too. He knows I am here. I let him get to the bottom and run a bit, before I opened it fully and jumped down. I was not heard, so it was safe to follow him. He did not go far, simply over to a door.  It was the strangest ally I had ever been in. At first appearance, it seemed normal, with it's steamy pipes, red brick walls, and cats rooting in bins, but then you notice how it was like a box. There was two large walls at either end blocking any exit or entry. No one could live here, so the pipes were not needed, neither were the bins, and the cats can't possibly have climbed up those walls. Then it dawned on me. It was an illusion to through people off, if they looked down from the toilet windows.

Hiding behind one of the bins I watched as he disappeared through the door. Running so not to loose him, I opened the door only to find it was a brick wall. Not being one to my closed minded, I reached my hand out to try push on one of the bricks, and my hand was swallowed up. pulling it back out again I smiled. I had found my way in.

As I was about to take a step in, my phone buzzed. Opening up the message, I read.

"Megan attacked by demons and in hospital. could die. any ideas?"

"Leave it with me. is Elliana there?" I asked

"And Brison and Dylan, they just got here"

"Naturally. I need you to get them out, I'm not sure how. You'll have to think of something. Can you handle it?"

"I have an idea,"

"Good, I wont be long"   

I was about to walk away, when I began to feel violently sick. Stopping abruptly, I began to heave into a bin next to me. I began to feel faint. I did not have long left, before I too would be in hospital. As if they was not bad enough, the moon was half way to being full