Part two of the hellfire series. It's me taking random scenes from Jordan's perspective about Liz. Enjoy.
He was still in shock. His dreams-his harmless dreams-were real. He was responsible for so many people-so many kids'-deaths. If they were real... He was dangerous. The cell was the safest place for him to be. To protect everyone else from him.
He was both annoyed and comforted by the fact that Lydia refused to leave. She reminded him so much of his own sister. That quiet strength, their hardheadedness... It shocked him sometimes.
"Does it help?" he asked. "Knowing what you are?"
"It doesn't scare me as much," she replied. "That, I know." She paused before she continued, "Do I scare you?"
"Once," he admitted.
"Really?" She asked.
"It was the night I found that Werewolf, the one with the talons," he explained. "I thought I was going to die that night. Thought I would never see my sister again." He unconsciously reached for that golden coin Liz had given him. Then he remembered he had given it to show to Lydia a little bit ago. She hadn't given it back yet.
"How come?" Lydia asked.
"Because I saw you," he told her. "I saw the Banshee. But, I guess it was just a dream or a hallucination..."
"What was I doing?"
"Trying to keep me alive."
"Well, sorry, but the Banshee was mostly trying to stay out of the rain," she stated. God, even their sass was similar.
"That was the night of the storm, remember? The Wild Hunt..."
He furrowed his brows. "The what?"
"Oh, it's something Kira was telling me. A myth about thunderstorms, Ghost Riders in the sky, and black dogs..." She trailed off in that voice she got when she figured something out.
He turned to try and look at her. "What is it?"
"I need to check on something-"
The doors to the cell room burst open along with a furious voice. "Jordan Elliot Parrish, what in Hades do you think you're doing?"
Both Jordan and Lydia scrambled up at the intrusion. Standing in the doorway was Elizabeth, her face red in anger, with that orange t-shirt, jeans and a silver backpack. Her hair was messy and wind blown.
"Lizzie?" Jordan asked in shock.
"Don't Lizzie me," she scolded. "Putting yourself in a jailcell? What were you thinking?"
She wasn't here. She couldn't-she couldn't be here. "Lizzie you-you shouldn't be here," he said.
"Why in Hades not?" She demanded. "You're my brother. You think I'm not gonna come and help you, you dumbass."
"I'll... give you two some space," Lydia said, walking backwards.
Liz nodded and moved out of her way. "Thanks for the call." Lydia nodded and left. She closed the door behind her.
Liz turned back to Jordan. "Really Jordan? She must be my age."
Jordan sighed, hitting his head on the bars. "I know. I just-" He shook his head. "No, you have to leave, now."
"I'm not going anywhere." She walked over to the cell and eyed the electric lock.
"How did you even get here?" he asked.
"Got a ride," she answered, still observing the keypad.
"From a jet?" he retorted. "How did you get here so fast?"
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