The owl's screech pierced the silence of the house, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the quartet's spines. Jack, ever the protector, surged forward, his body a shield between the monstrous bird and the wide-eyed Anna and Iris. Remy, on the other hand, froze, his mind scrambling for a solution amidst the sudden chaos.

The owl, a predator honed by instinct, launched itself with a mighty flap of its wings. Anna, her heart pounding in her chest, reacted by playing a desperate game. Prepared, with a flick of her wrist Anna threw the gas grenade she had taken from Remy before, the container shattering on the dusty ground. A sickly green cloud exploded and filled the room with a suffocating fog. In the same breath, he barked a single word at Iris, a sharp order with urgency. "Fly!"

Iris, with a grace unlike any human, spread his wings and launched himself skyward. He soared through the thick smog, a dark silhouette against the unseen rafters. The owl, momentarily disoriented by the sudden lack of clarity, hesitated. But its keen senses quickly locked onto the movement in the air. It screeched again, a sound laced with predatory focus, and took off in pursuit of Iris, leaving the smoke-filled room behind.

Jack and Remy, blinded by the gas, stumbled through the attic. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows. Cobwebs, thick and sticky, brushed against their faces as they navigated the treacherous terrain. Then, a glimmer of hope – a hole in the weathered planks of the floor, just large enough for them to squeeze through.

Jack, his voice hoarse from the smoke, shouted over the coughs and sputtering, "We can get out of here! Through the hole!" Anna, her voice filtered through the smoke, relayed the message to Iris, urging him to follow them.

The owl, meanwhile, pursued Iris through the labyrinthine attic. It swooped and banked with an agility that defied its size, its claws outstretched. But Iris, a seasoned acrobat, used the cluttered space to his advantage. He ducked and weaved past beams and dodged around hanging objects, leading the frustrated owl on a merry chase. Finally, he managed to exploit a narrow opening, disappearing through a hole just moments before the owl could snatch him with its talons.

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Remy, catching sight of the escape route, turned to Jack with a mix of doubt and desperate hope. "Are we safe now?" he choked out, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

The answer came before Jack could reply. A terrifying screech, unlike any they had heard before, echoed from behind them. A monstrous claw, tipped in gleaming talons, ripped through the wall just beside them. Jack, with a surge of adrenaline, grabbed Anna's hand and pulled her towards the escape hole.

"Not yet, come on!" he roared, his voice raw with urgency.

The hole was a claustrophobic tunnel, choked with dust and cobwebs that clung to their clothes with a cold, clammy touch. With each frantic step, the terrifying symphony of the owl's screams and the scraping of its claws against the wooden walls grew louder. Jack tightened his grip on Anna's hand, fear a cold knot in his stomach. "Faster!" he yelled back at Remy, urging him forward.

A faint light flickered at the end of the tunnel, a beacon of hope in the oppressive darkness. But just as salvation seemed within reach, a monstrous claw shot out from the wall ahead, its razor-sharp talons sinking into Anna's arm. A scream ripped from her throat, a sound that tore at Jack's heart. With a strength born of desperation, Jack pulled back on her arm, trying to wrench her free from the owl's grip.

The struggle was brutal. Iris, having reached the tunnel's end first, surged back into the darkness, his face contorted with rage. He launched himself at the owl, pummeling its claws with his fists. The enraged owl screeched in fury, its grip tightening on Anna's arm.

Time seemed to slow down. They were running out of options. Anna's face contorted in pain, her scream a chilling echo in the confined space. With a final, desperate lunge, Jack kicked out at the owl's outstretched claws, the blow connecting with a satisfying crack. Anna was freed, stumbling back towards Iris.

But the victory was momentary. The force of the kick sent Jack reeling. He slammed back against the tunnel wall, the breath knocked out of his lungs. He crumpled to the ground, momentarily stunned. The owl, momentarily stunned by Jack's attack, staggered back.

But the predator wasn't finished yet. Its yellow eyes gleamed with a malevolent hunger as it focused on the fallen Jack. It raised a claw, poised to strike.

As the owl extended its talons towards Jack, Anna and Iris rushed forward to protect him. Iris threw Anna, allowing her to kick the owl in the head. Jack, meanwhile, stood up and delivered a solid punch to the owl's exposed chest. The owl was stunned by the punch, but not yet cowed.