Rosea Saints

Chapter 7

Jayden POV

The city of Chicago, Illinois. Infamous for its crooked politicians and gang wars on the streets. The spirits of the dead filled my vision as I looked out the window of Daryl's car, however, I had no time to get lost in them.

I had begun to form opinions on the guy. He looked like an FBI agent in my opinion, but he had a priest collar on. Altogether he was a man who easily took pity on people, and that became more evident as he continuously failed to meet my eyes.

Even more curiously, the girl to my left... who was she? I took a glance at her and saw that she took up both seats in the back because she was laying down. What kind of toll did possession take on her? Obviously she was getting some much needed rest.

"That girl was possessed, you say?" Daryl asked as he made a turn through the heavy traffic. "What exactly happened?"

I looked at her, and I stayed silent. The girl to my left had killed my parents. Tears stung at my eyes and I felt a burning sensation. My armpits stung, and my chest seemed overheated, silence hung in the air.

Eventually, I found it in myself to speak, "I have never seen that many dark spirits at once," I blinked through the memory slowly. "The demon led them into our house and just..."

"You don't need to go on." Daryl adjusted his glasses and looked at what seemed like a ten-story building with a warehouse at the side. "Well, there's our HQ for Illinois. You'll most likely be there for the night, Jayden."

I realized that I'd never told him my name. I suppose he did have his sources though...

"Did you know my parents?" I asked the agent as we began to enter the warehouse and drive underground into a weird parking lot.

"Well, I knew them but I hardly think they knew me." He laughed a little at that. "They're the best in the U.S.A. How could I not know them?"

I was slightly taken aback. I realized how little I knew about the daily lives of my parents. The thought of that sent a wave of depression over me.

Daryl maneuvered his way around some support beams and found a parking spot. I looked around and saw a group of people approaching us. It seemed to be an assortment of well dressed men and women. Some had cameras and some carried weapons such as swords or other things I didn't recognize.

I leaned forward and grabbed my father's sword from the front seat. I fastened it to my side and tightened the belt. My waste wasn't quite at the setting my dad used.

I took one last glance at the girl, I felt hatred towards her due to what she'd done. But at the same time I couldn't blame her...

'Zena,' I thought to myself. That demon was the true killer. I knew that I shouldn't be angry at the girl herself. She was just possessed.

The doors to our car were opened. The girl nearly fell because she was leaning on the door, but she was caught by some men and put on a stretcher. Some women then took pictures of her, and one man sprinkled what I assumed was holy water on her forehead.

I exited out of the car, and Daryl helped to escort me. I had no time to think before cameras were also being flashed at me. Was I some sort of news icon?

A man came up to me and began to speak, "Jayden White, I presume? For tonight you'll stay in a room here. Tomorrow, we'll tell you exactly whose custody you'll be taken into. Many people wish to adopt you and integrate their families with the Whites."

"Whoa, watch how you phrase that, sir." Daryl interrupted. "He's not some sort of show dog, you know."

I was a little sickened at the thought that a bunch of people wished to adopt me. It seemed a cruel fate to suddenly belong to some person I didn't even know.