“Allie knows who I am,” she said, stepping out of the shadows dramatically to reveal a tall, pretty girl with a stylish bob and tortoiseshell glasses. Definitely not what one would expect. The girl studied them, her dark eyes glittering.
“She sounds familiar but I don’t know this girl,” she whispered to Logan, her eyes not leaving the other girl.
Logan nodded at Allie's work, not lowering his gun. "Oh? And who would that be?" He challenged.
The girl scoffed. “Irene,” she snapped. “I don’t know what you’re doing with Allie, but if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave now.”
"I don't know what you mean. And why would I leave?" Logan challenged, still not lowering his gun as he looked at this girl.
“Because if you don’t, I’ll shoot you,” Irene said simply.
Allie stared at her, still not comprehending who this person was.
"Why?" He glanced at Allie. "You got any idea who in the hell this girl is?"
“Nope, not the faintest idea,” she responded apprehensively, glancing at the other girl. “I’m assuming you don’t know her…”
Logan nodded, then shook his head. "No, I don't." He replied slowly. "Should I shoot her?"
“Maybe in the leg or something,” Allie agreed, glancing back at the girl with apprehension.
“I’m Rita’s sister,” Irene snapped. “Remember how you took her in? She was running from me, because she thought she could get away. Well, she can’t and I’ll make her pay.”
Allie was confused. She barely even knew Rita, let alone what would make two sisters turn against each other so completely.
"I still don't see what in the hell that has to do with me or Allie. If you've got beef with your sister, take it up with her." Logan replied coldly.
Allie nodded in agreement. Irene glared at them, a mad glint in her eye. Allie wondered what had put it there.
“Because she’s part of it too!” Irene accused.
“Part of what?!” Allie demanded, confused as ever. “She’s crazy,” she added quietly to Logan.
"Part of what?" Logan cocked an eyebrow, pressing his lips into a thin line. He had no idea what was happening.
“The—the people working with the aliens to destroy us once and for all!” Irene yelled, looking flushed and even less sane the longer she was talking.
“What. The. Hell,” Allie muttered.
“He’s one of them, isn’t he?!” Irene spat.
Logan's eyes flickered, then narrowed. "What on Earth are you talking about?" He demanded, voice cold and chilling.
“You’re an alien!” Irene exclaimed fearfully, her hand that was holding the gun shaking. “Both of you!”
Allie narrowed her eyes. “She’s insane,” she decided.
(just a heads up i won’t be on that much for the next couple of weeks so my replies will be kinda sporadic)
(that's totally fine, don't worry about it)
Logan raised an eyebrow. "She isn't an alien. I'm inclined to believe that you're insane."
“I am not!” Irene’s voice went up about two octaves. She was looking even more feverish now. Allie noticed how Logan didn’t say that he wasn’t an alien, but that was a discussion for later.
“Yeah, you are,” Allie said firmly. “Now please leave. I really don’t want to hurt you.”
Logan cocked his gun. "If you don't want any trouble, then you should be on your way. If you would like to leave full of holes, then go ahead and stay."
Irene paused for a moment, as if deciding, then turned scampered into the woods like a scared deer. Allie sighed with relief. “That was weird,” she remarked, watching Irene go.
"Yeah." Logan agreed, uncocking the gun and slowly lowering it, though he remained on the alert for if he needed to use it again.
“So, can I ask you something?” Allie asked, raising an eyebrow and trying her best not to sound accusing.
Logan turned and looked at her. "Uhm…sure." he replied slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“So back there you said, ‘she’s not an alien’ and not ‘we’re not aliens’ or ‘I’m not an alien,’” Allie began, wetting her lips nervously. “Why…why did you word it like that? You wouldn’t…you’re not…an alien. Right?” The last few words came out breathy and quiet, with Allie standing completely still.
Logan hesitated for a long moment, then let out a soft breath. "I…yeah. I-I am. I'm sorry." He admitted slowly, holding up his hands to try and seem less threatening. His golden eyes flickered a little, those strange white hairs at his temple shining in the light.