Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 37: Flames

Allen

"They're stopping for gas." I said, peering out the window. We should keep going so they don't notice us.

"Um, no." Isaac interjected. "We need gas too. We could either wait till they drive off and get gas, or get out right now and kill them if they try something. Either way, I'm not driving past the gas station."

"Fine." I muttered. All of the other spots were filled, so he pulled up to the store and turned the engine off.

"Okay, everyone watch closely, they could attack is at any moment." said Jamie.

"I doubt it," Shaye chimed. "They don't seem to be in the mood for that."

Axel hopped out of the front seat and stuck his head back in. He was talking to one of them, but I couldn't tell, their windows were tinted. He looked irritated and tired.

"Shaye, what's happening?" asked Marissa.

"He's asking them if they want something to eat while he's in there. Wait no, now he's pleading Jessica to eat something, anything."

"Why? What's wrong with her?" Marissa asked, staring at him intensely. I don't see how she did it. His eyes were creepy colorful, and mesmerizing.

"She's becoming what Elijah became."

"Oh." Marissa became silent and looked away from Shaye, staring out the window squinting as if that would help her see through the tinted glass.

Suddenly, it was hard to make out, but it looked like the girl in the front seat flinched. The guy pumping gas behind them walked over and spoke to Axel.

"Now what?" asked Donovan.

"He just yelled out her and that guy came over to make sure things were okay."

Axel nodded and reassured the man, then turned back to the car.

"He's apologizing." Share told us.

Axel softly closed the door and walked towards the store.

"Duck down!" Isaac half screamed, half whispered. Everyone except Shaye did it, who's glowing eyes were getting brighter.

Fortunately, Axel didn't notice and walked inside. Meanwhile, the girl in the backseat got out and slammed the door.

"That's Jessica?" I asked, not remembering who was which.

"Yeah, that's her."

Her condition was nowhere near as bad as Elijah's, but it was still noticeable. There was no way she could hide the darkened peeling skin stretching all the way down her neck. The skin on the left side of her face had mottled become a brownish color. It looked as if she'd been scratching herself severely, because lots of the rotten skin on her arms had been ripped up and blood was seeping from the wounds.

She walked over to the gas pump and laid against the car, apparently waiting for Axel to pay.

"It seems like we're safe, for now." I told them. She's not even aware we're here.