Darkness Becoming: Chapter 2

While battling demons and each other, this group of women, known as The Destined, must overcome their differences and work together to defeat the forces that threaten to destroy the world.

The inside of the ambulance came slowly into focus, as Des opened her eyes and adjusted to her surroundings. She was lying on a stretcher, with an oxygen mask on her face. It was making her nasal passages dry and sore. She struggled to take the mask off, to get some relief from the bombardment on her airways. She was met with resistance as she tried to pull at it. 

“Leave it on. It’ll help you. Just try to relax,” the ambulance attendant said.

What the hell happened? She looked out the open ambulance doors into the alleyway. The rain was still coming down. Chase. She sat up and yanked the mask off.

“Where’s Chase? Is he okay? Please tell me he’s going to be okay?” Des pleaded.

“I don’t know. When we got here, you were the only one in the alley. Looks like someone knocked you out pretty good,” the attendant replied.

The only one in the alley? Des looked down at her blood stained hands. Chase’s blood. She had no shirt on, she was only wearing her bra, also covered in Chase’s blood. She pulled the blanket back up to herself. “We have to find him. He’s badly hurt. He’s not going to make it if we don’t find him soon.”

“You should lie back down, Miss. The police are looking for him.”

“Where’s Mara? And Garrett? Are they alright?” she asked, frantically.

“They’re giving their statements to the police. You should really just try to take it easy and rest right now.”

“I can’t rest,” Des protested. “Chase is out there somewhere and he’s hurt. We have to find him.”

 

 

 

It was far from ideal, but there was no choice. She was running out of time. It wouldn’t be long before they were closing in on their location, but he was fading fast. His heartbeat was already so weak. She was afraid that he was already beyond the point where she could help him. 

She kicked in the back office door of an abandoned industrial warehouse. Despite the stickers on the window, she was relatively sure it wasn’t protected by an alarm service. She carried Chase into the building, listening for the tell-tale beeps of an alarm, prepared to flee if one went off. Grateful silence. She gently laid him down on one of the desks and relaxed slightly. If the space had been alarmed, it would have gone off already. She doubled back to the door, closed it, then flew over to her patient.

She lightly slapped Chase’s face. There was no response. She needed him to be conscious, even if only marginally. She couldn’t save him if he succumbed to the black oblivion.

“Chase! Chase, I know you can hear me. You have to wake up. We don’t have time. This will make you better.”

She raised her wrist to her mouth and savagely tore into it with her teeth. She pressed her opened wrist to Chase’s lips and let her blood flow past his slackened jaw, towards the back of his throat. Blood dripped out of the corners of his mouth and trickled down his chin. As it hit his tongue, it revived him and gave him the energy to form his lips around her wrist. Every mouthful made him a little stronger. He grabbed onto her wrist and held it tighter to his mouth, his lips now sealed around the wound so that not one precious drop of the life-giving fluid was wasted.

She pulled her arm out of his grip. He reached for her and made a small noise of protest. He wanted more. He needed more.

“That’s all I can give you. It'll have to do for now,” she said softly to him. “You need to rest. They’ll be looking for you, but I don’t have the strength to carry you any longer and you aren’t strong enough to carry yourself. It’s not the best of accommodations, but we’ll have to stay here for a while.”

Chase looked through weak, hazy eyes at the beautiful woman with flawless, caramel colored, porcelain skin and long, flowing obsidian hair. He looked into her liquid brown eyes, confused. “Who are you?” he asked. He had thought he was still with Des, but this woman wasn’t her.

“Someone who needed to save you,” she replied.

Chase’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he went limp.