Tangled

Chapter 166

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166 Lisa: Fevers and Dreams

LISA

How long has it been?

A few days?

Weeks?

The sun should keep me oriented, but a fever gets me the first night I'm there.

The girl, Marisol, comes by every so often. Always with food. A few times with bowls filled with some noxious liquid that has my nostrils trying to close, avoiding the smell coming from within. She's expressionless as she shoves it down my throat, and I'm too weak to fight her off.

It's medicine, I think.

I think that because I slowly get better after the third bowl,

In between moments of lucidity, I dream.

Normal life. Home. Mom and Dad.

Working with Ava at Beaniverse.

Flirting with that cute guy who accidentally wandered into our professor's Eng Lit class instead of some sort of philosophy class

two doors down.

Cozy, happy dreams, of a place far from here..

An escape from the reality that chains me.

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At some point the dreams turn from happy comfort to something uneasy and dark.

Sunshine warms my face as Ava and I relax at our favorite cafe,

sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world feels right again, like I'm back where I belong

But then the shadows come

dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice won't work. She keeps talking, oblivious, until the

behind her.

for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as

joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen Ava's screaming. I'm screaming. The world outside the windows is a blur of sky and

Impact.

screeches and rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears.

drowning in a sea of blood. Ava, burning alive.

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I'm helpless to save her,

watch as she suffers.

wake up. The horrors play out again and again,

mercifully, I do wake

My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid to

as the bitter liquid hits my tongue, but I force myself to swallow. Anything to chase away the lingering

torment.

the Master fed from you?" she asks,

"Just once," I rasp out, wincing at the pain in

shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in her

you

must favor y greatly, for a

might favor me fills me with nothing but

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mast but no

weten, my mind dealle

Mariel's odd behavior.

want is

ere will die

mure endle

she doesn't wees to

to me agan her hate prodding at

that

I'm not sure what she's doing. Her fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder

don't have any I rasp out, my voice rough from disuse and

intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words.

and

return.

trying to push the sensation

There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did you know? she asks softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "When did you realize you

Fevers

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