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 is a scene from the story that takes place in this chapter. Art created by Will Davis.
Epilogue: Who I Really Am
I tried sleeping, but old ghosts haunted my dreams mixed with my newly made memory of the mysterious 'Tiger Man.' I tried forgetting him, but the picture of his face remained on my mind. I abruptly rose from my bed and bolted out the door.
I would have taken the truck if I thought it wouldn't wake Carla. I didn't need her chasing after me and trying to stop me from doing what I intended to.
Returning to the circus was the only thing I could think about doing.
I didn't realize how hard a hike it was traveling down the mountain from our cabin home. I scraped my knees and elbows several times, but with my powers in tact I was able to heal myself rather quickly.
I walked down the long narrow unlit roads without fear. The darkness had always been my ally, and the light my enemy. At least I didn't have to wear those
awful protective glasses to shield my sensitive corneas. After all the drug abuse this body had endured, I was surprised a mind had the ability to survive.
When I finally reached the carnival I saw it almost completely barren. There was a security guard standing at the gate, so I ducked around the back. Confrontations didn't bother me, but I was not in the mood to entice this obstacle standing between the 'Tiger Man' and myself.
Surprisingly there was no guard standing in my way at the back gate, only a collection of huge dead bolts I managed to melt away. I kept the noise to a minimum while opening the squeaky gate.
I looked around, scanning the area for the large yellow tent that held the prize.
The wind slightly blurred my view. I walked from vendor to vendor and tried to remember exactly were the 'Tiger Man's' tent lay. The night possessed an eerie silence that sent chills into me.
"Where are you?" I whispered. "Show me."
I walked on, stumbling towards the monkey cages. I was glad it was covered so they couldn't see me, but I could hear their chatter from outside. Yellow an Orange. I searched for those two colors, but in the thick fog it was hard to see color. I looked into my mind and tried to reach my memories of the trailer that housed the 'Tiger Man.'
I opened my eyes and turned slightly to the right to witness the large yellow trap that flapped in the wind. I ran towards it and looked for the door to crawl inside, but I heard voices coming from the inside.
I listened in wonder and waited for my chance to strike.
"What's the matter with you?" a man shouted.
"You're here to entertain, so I want to see more enthusiasm. These people pay good money, so I want to see more clawing and growling."
