The Darkness Within《TITANS》

Chapter 4

She jolted awake, erupting into dry coughs. Tears trailed from her burning eyes as she struggled to catch her breaths. Her chest felt like a flames had detonated inside her.

"Hey, hey. I'm here," Rachel comforted, accepting the girl in her arms. "You're okay." Pain ripped through Jordan's torso, lunging her forward. She unintentionally pushed the girl away, groaning as she curled her toes in agony.

"Where's- where's my bag?" She asked, out of breath as she squeezed her eyes shut. Rachel hesitated, wishing for nothing more than her sister to feel like she didn't need to poison her body to feel better. "Rachel, give me the fucking bag." Rachel handed her the bag, a sigh of relief flooding the air when she found everything inside. Her hands trembled violently as she opened the plastic bag inside and took a pill to her mouth. Rachel handed her a bottle of water, staring at the girl's paled cheeks. She looked like death.

"What kind of pills are those?" Her eyes went wide at the detective's voice. She looked over at him, the dim lights above their heads posing a challenge to her slightly blurred vision. She realised they hadn't left the church yet.

"Just my medication. I get... migraines." With an obvious hesitancy, he nodded, deeming it unimportant.

"We have to go." Without waiting for them, he headed for the door. She gave Rachel a look, but the girl only nodded, a promising smile. With only a sigh, she placed her hand over Rachel's shoulder, knowing her sister's "instincts" could be trusted.

They arrived at a house coated in white paint, shrubs trying to peek in under the windows. He led them to the garage, flickering the lights on.

"Yo." Jordan grinned, walking over to the sleek car in the middle of the room.  It glistened under the lights, the rims pristine and polished, like the highest ranking cleaners ever had been hired to maintain it.

"This is yours?" Rachel asked as Dick popped the trunk open under the windshield. Jordan muttered a "sick", staring at the vehicle like a child with a new toy, picturing herself in the driver's seat, flying and swerving at every corner. But just to keep the engine nice and warm.

"Family heirloom," he said throwing a briefcase inside.

"From the circus?". "

"Not the one you're thinking." He shut the trunk, eyeing the blur-haired girl toughing the wheels. She hopped beside him to gawk at the Porsche symbol on the front. "Come on. Let's go."

They climbed into the car, the younger teen in the back. Even though she wanted shotgun, she let the purple-haired girl have it, hoping she would count it as a win. Something they both needed.

As they drove into the night, fog clouding the almost desolate streets, she sighed with contentment as her body began to ease into bliss. She rested her forehead on the window, watching the buildings pass them by. They disappeared, or morphed into trees. The girl couldn't process a thought enough to tell. They went by so fast, she thought they had left the ground.

"Concrete and pinecones," she muttered, though, every time the words echoed in her floating thoughts, they would change. Rachel glanced back at the girl, a sigh blowing from between her lips.

"Where are we going?" She questioned, staring down the dark road ahead.

"Somewhere safe." He looked at her, glancing at the girl in the back. His eyes held suspicion, but left her toothing a grin to herself.

"My mom says there's no such thing as monsters. I think she was wrong." Jordan's brows creased, her head popping up.

"Sargent Sully?" A small pang of embarrassment poked at her chest, finding her own words futile. She leaned her head against the glass again, a soft gasp at the the luminescent trees wiggling by. She felt her sister's hand guide her body to lay on her side.