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

tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to

behind her.

but no sound comes out. The shadow reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for

her, but

Impact.

screeches and rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand.

last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood.

55000

always, I'm helpless to

watch as she suffers.

my chains, but I can't escape. I can't wake up. The horrors

finally, mercifully, I do

weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid to my lips. "Drink," she commands, tipping the

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

torment.

the Master fed from you?" she asks,

the question. "Just once,"

not for a single feeding."

you

she mutters, "He must favor y greatly, for

idea that this monster might favor me fills me

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Mariel's odd

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mure endle

she doesn't wees to care about my discomfort.

need to me agan her hate prodding

detach that make

neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she

voice rough

she looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal... it's so

that. The memory of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the

return.

to push the sensation

her heels, crossing her arms and resting her check on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did you know?

Lisa Fevers

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