{"id":807,"date":"2011-10-31T00:00:59","date_gmt":"2011-10-31T04:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=807"},"modified":"2011-10-31T10:44:56","modified_gmt":"2011-10-31T14:44:56","slug":"day-18-chapter-11-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=807","title":{"rendered":"Day 18 – Chapter 11 – 13"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Marin hit one of the stacks of furniture just inside the boundary of the tents with a sickening crunch mingled with the sound of splintering wood.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 No, no, no, no.\u00a0 Not this, not now, I can\u2019t.\u00a0 I can\u2019t.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 All pain forgotten, Thom ran toward her.\u00a0 Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rory slump over, collapsed in a heap with Jacqueline and Kellin.\u00a0 His own heart was in his throat.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He could only see the vague outline of whatever had thrown her, but he could see it just the same.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It turned.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A voice exploded<\/em> inside of his head.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Seer.\u00a0 I know your face, I know your measure.<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom hit the shadow and bounced off, sent sprawling, fires igniting in his ribs.\u00a0 He coughed and agony ripped through him, but the pain in his head somehow overshadowed that.\u00a0 He blinked at the shadow, eyes tearing.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGet out of my way,\u201d Thom rasped, looking toward the pile of broken furniture where Marin was.\u00a0 I have to get to her.\u00a0 I have to.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The voice laughed.\u00a0 No.<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom growled, forcing his way back up to his feet.\u00a0 His body didn\u2019t want to cooperate, but he wasn\u2019t taking no for an answer.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pain like this is temporary.\u00a0 Losing her would be forever.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His breath rattled in his chest as he made it to his feet and started moving again, slowly but surely.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Something took his arm, claws digging in painfully, burning.\u00a0 He looked.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 All he could see were wavering shadows that rippled, roiled like heatwaves off blacktop.\u00a0 For half a second he stopped breathing altogether, just staring at the creature as his entire body went from burning agony to ice, so cold his teeth began to chatter and his muscles tightened painfully.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Forsake the rest, and we will spare you.<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo,\u201d Thom whispered.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Forsake the rest, and you will live.<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom shook his head slowly, willing his body to move again.\u00a0 All he could do was twitch feebly in the grip of mass of shadows, something dark and wrong that he couldn\u2019t see, could only feel.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The kind of thing he\u2019d spent the past eight months denying existed<\/em>.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Forsake the rest, and we will spare <\/em>her.<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He froze.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The thing laughed.\u00a0 It sounded like it was gargling glass and grasshoppers at the same time.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If I can\u2014<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But she wouldn\u2019t\u2014<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But she\u2019d be\u2014<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She would hate you, Thomas.\u00a0 She could never forgive you.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But she\u2019d be alive.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He squeezed his eyes shut.\u00a0 He saw himself in some future time, battered and bloody, holding her hand like a lifeline.\u00a0 She was saying something, something he couldn\u2019t quite hear\u2026
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I can\u2019t live with her hating me.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His eyes snapped open.\u00a0 For a brief moment, he could see the creature, see the outline of smooth face hiding in the shadows of a deep hood.\u00a0 He saw the glint of gold, reflective eyes in the shadows.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom set his jaw.\u00a0 \u201cI said no<\/em>.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He drove his fingers into those eyes, hooked for gouging.\u00a0 They hit something sensitive inside those shadows, and the Shadow Man dropped him, roaring in pain and reeling backwards.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom hit the ground like a sack of rocks and gasped in pain as he felt something in his chest pop.\u00a0 If his ribs had only been bruised before, one of them was certainly broken now.\u00a0 He rolled feebly, onto his stomach, then uncurled and started to crawl toward where Marin was.\u00a0 He could see her hand outside the pile of furniture.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Darkness nibbled at the edge of his vision.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I have to get to her.\u00a0 Have to.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Only inches from where Marin lay, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck starting to stand on end once again, skin prickling with the telltale sign of something very, very not right.\u00a0 He risked a glance backwards.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Shadow Man strode toward him.\u00a0 Thom could see the thing\u2019s hands now, dark flesh with claws like obsidian.\u00a0 One hand dripped blood.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom glanced at his sleeve, bloody and shredded.\u00a0 That blood was his<\/em>.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Shadow Man stopped a step away from where Thom struggled.\u00a0 He delicately licked the blood from his claws and stared down at Thom.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So be it, Seer.\u00a0 So be it.<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His vision clouded further.\u00a0 Thom sucked in a breath and lunged for Marin\u2019s hand.\u00a0 If he was going to go, at least he wanted to touch her one last time.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His fingers brushed against her palm, and then he ceased to know anything at all as the blackness swallowed him whole.<\/p>\n

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