Fight or Flight(Young Justice Fanfiction) NOW UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Ch 20 (Mount Justice August 2nd, 23:34)

Jane's POV(The whole chapter is in her POV)

Mount Justice, August 2nd, 23:34

" NO!" I shouted waking up in a start from yet another nightmare. I was sweating and shivering uncontrollably. My heart was racing a mile a minute. My head felt like a bomb had exploded in my skull. I clutched skull in pain, wondering all the while what was happening to me?

"Jane!" came M'gann's voice. I stood up straight trying to disregard the pain as she burst into the room with a face filled with fear. "Are you OK?"

"I'm Fine Em," I say with a forced smile.

"Is that a new nickname for me?" M'gann asks the worry and a smile blurring together on her face. Her minor excitement over the nickname was almost enough to calm me down.

"I guess it is," I say with a smile. I wipe the sweat from my face, I throw the blanket off my legs and place my bare feet on the cool ground. I brace my elbows on my knees still breathing hard.

"Are you sure you are OK?" M'gann asks again.

"Just nightmares" I state simply.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked softly.

"I'd rather not Em" I stated. My stomach felt jumpy and my throat started to fill with a bile. I swallowed hard to get rid of the feeling.

"OK," she said turning to leave. I was thankful she was leaving. She pauses in the doorway almost, contemplating something I wasn't sure of. Couldn't she just leave?

"I want you to know I am here to talk if you want to" M'gann adds before leaving.

"Thanks Em," I say and she leaves my room. As soon as she does I jump off my bed and race to the bathroom. My stomach lurches forward and the content of my stomach travels through my esophagus and into the toilet. I make wretched sounds as I cough up everything in my stomach.

I rest my head against the cold tile of the bathroom floor after I had thrown up, shuddering uncontrollably. My head still killed, and my nerves felt shot from the way my heart was racing. What was happening to me?

"Don't you know if you leave you'll get sick!" came Maria's voice ringing through my skull. "You have to be careful and plan accordingly and take these with you!"

I had always shoved those things away, saying I didn't need it. I didn't want it.

But god did I need it. I didn't understand it when she told me the first time. How could I have been so stupid? Of course, this would happen.

The ground seemed to liquefy around me and the ground was engulfed in flames. God, I hadn't even thought what this would do to my ability to control my powers, is that why it was getting harder to control them.

I sat up shakily. "It's all in your head," I said through gritted teeth. My hands felt hot and when I pulled them away from the tiled floor they left charred prints on the tile.

These symptoms would last no more than three days, a week tops. A week is all I had to get through. If I could get through this week managing my powers and these damn symptoms, I could maintain my secret.

"Kill him. Kill him" came a raspy, slimy voice. My eyes scanned the room where was it coming from. It sounded so much like Schwimmer but that couldn't be true Schimmer was in a coma.

"Kill him. Kill him" came the voice again. This time, the voice gets me to move. I crawled back to my bed and grabbed my backpack. I reached into the secret pocket of the bag and pulled out the secret gun.

I pulled back the slide and released the cartridge. I counted the bullets. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

I should get rid of this damn gun. Why hadn't I. Could I get away with throwing it in the water and just hope nothing bad would happen with it? I could turn it into liquid and hide it in a shoe.