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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Chapter Fourteen: Live and Learn
"Shadow," I could hear Carla shouting. I looked up to see
Carla was leaning over my limp body. "Shadow, speak to me."
"She's gone," I said and rose to a sitting position.
"Mary?" She questioned. I nodded indicating her correctness. "She said you were dead," she added.
"Came close." I explained no further and saw that Carla was confused enough. "Where are we?"
"The woods outside Wilmington."
I looked at my surrounding. "Virginia?" Everything was so quiet, eerily quiet. Something had happened here, but I could not remember what. "This is too confusing."
"Mary, we have to go," Carla said. I could see the urgency in her face. "We have to get as far from here as possible. Doctor Brown won't be far behind."
"How can we escape?" I asked. I felt him close, perhaps more so than Carla did. I looked to her for the answer.
"Through Wilmington," she said.
"Where will we go?" I finally rose to my feet, but held on to the tree for support. I could felt Carla's hands on my back. She must have been afraid I would fall.
My back was still facing her as she said, "What about New York. Your uncle is there. I know he..."
"No," I shouted, cutting her off. My strength quickly returned as turned around to face her. Visibly upset, my lips trembled as I continued, "I told you before that he doesn't want me, Carla. Please, don't force me to see him."
"All right," she said. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to. Don't worry, Mary. We'll figure something out."
"I hate him, Carla. I don't know why but I do."
"I understood why you hate Brown."
I looked surprised that Carla didn't realize that I spoke of Martin Drell and not Doctor Brown. In my resentment of Uncle Martin I started to feel a little of what Shadow did. I realized I had been a bad mother to her. My compassionate side had taken a back seat over my need for survive.
"It's not Brown I hate," I said as we went walking towards Wilmington.
"Then who?"
"Uncle Martin," I said and relinquished no further information. I walked quietly on feeling fatigue come over me. I had to remain in control. If I was pushed back inside just one more time I felt as if my life would end. Even now my control was minimal.
A thin clumsy thread held my life in place. At any time, the forces that would destroy me would come. They had made their way inside. Shadow was about to murder us both.
Mother said that I must bind with Shadow and infuse myself into her, and she must act as such, two sides of the same person. I had a hard time believing this. I had no wish to bind with someone I hated.
