Marianna Faigon was born the daughter of Doctor Roland Faigon and Josephine Marx Faigon. Up until now her life has been routine, but after witnessing her mother death a great and horrifying power is growing in her. Will it make her a hero or the dar...
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Note: This a picture of Marianna and all her personalities. Art created by Will Davis.
Chapter Twelve: Mind Duel
"Welcome home, Marianna," an echoed voice come from within my mind. I thought it was my mind. I was too disoriented to realize where I was. I recognized the voice as belonging to Shadow.
She truly believed Doctor Brown created her, but it was me, and here she was calling my name. I was her mother, and she was my savior. Now, I wanted my life back, but I had the feeling that she would not go willingly.
"Shadow," I called through a fog of mist.
I had been here before. This was a place where the abstract reflected the normalcy of life. I wondered if it were my dream scape. I called repeatedly for my hostile counterpart, but she refused to answer. My voice never exactly echoed. It seemed to travel on some unseen wind. Even the path I walked on was never really there. I was traveling on the cloud of mystery on the adverse side of my reality.
I felt so alone for the first time since leaving my shabby little studio in Chicago. Things in this world seemed to be turned inside out and all around. There was no set path to follow. Each road I took seemed to spiral into another.
I kept walking but strangely I had not grown tired. I figured that I was not on any physical plane. Suddenly, I heard a voice. It was my name carried about from some great distance.
"Mary," it said. Something told me it wanted me to follow it.
That was exactly what I intended to do, but something or someone sneaked up behind me. I fell to the ground and writhed in pain. I looked up to see who my attacker was.
Her dark face frightened me, because of the anger that radiated from her tarnished soul. It was Shadow. The entity I had feared for so long.
"Hello, Shadow," I said and hoisted up by body enough to look on her. "Why did you do that?"
"You know why," she said and hit me again. "You're so pathetic. We could have been free if you didn't save the life of that stupid bitch."
"Carla is my friend. I couldn't leave her there, not when I could have saved her."
"You have too much sympathy. Haven't you learned that we can't trust anyone. To kill is to live, little Mary. Thanks to you we're both trapped here in our own personal oblivion."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying we are both trapped in our mind."
"Then who's in control?"
"No one thanks to you, but I'll soon be in control. That is after I kill you."
She made a strike towards me when an unknown other came behind her and drained her of her energy. She screamed out which sent my senses into disarray until she lay unconscious. I looked up at my savior who held out her hand.
