The Last Furione - Chapter 7 by Edwina Smith

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SUMMARY: Max Gueverra is attractive, 5"11, has long, jet-black hair and is extremely dangerous. Follow her story as she battles through betrayal, forgiveness, love and hate. Combines the ideas of Underworld, L. K. Hamilton and Kelley Armstrong. Please don't sue!

CHAPTER SEVEN - ESCAPE
How can I believe anything that was in that letter? It's crazy! They are crazy; all of them. And my mother... What about her? Was she lying? That letter can't be real. She must have made it up... But she was my mother – I trusted her. How could she? And Alcide too... What have I done to deserve this? All I feel is sick, tired and alone.

Maybe I am still dreaming this horrible nightmare and I will wake up soon. Yes, that must be it. All I have to do is close my eyes and then when I open them again, everything will be back to normal. Only it isn't. I am still here. Still alone. All alone in a house full of crazy people. Crazy people that I thought I trusted. People who have deceived me with their lies, somehow including my mother in their elaborate story. Well screw them... Screw them all. I'm getting out of here. I don't care how, but I'm going, right now. I don't even care where I go, as long as it is far away from here.

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I threw off the thick blankets and stood up. I stretched and flexed my arm to see how extensive the damage was. It still hurt but I could ignore it. This was one of the many times that I wished that painkillers actually worked on me. Oh well.

Someone had folded some of my clothes in a pile on the chair so I quickly changed. All except my jacket, which I left that on the chair. Luckily, I had been left one of my backless tops. I closed my eyes, concentrated and felt my wings come out and expand to full size. Now for the jacket, but I didn't put it on.

I wrapped it round my fist as I walked towards the window and looked out. There was no one there. Good for me; but you have to admit, anyone who didn't guard a window from someone who could fly was pretty stupid.

I listened for anyone who might be at the door and then punched the window with everything I had. It shattered and glass fell to the floor everywhere. After one last glance out of the window, I picked a direction and took off. I was out. By the time they had realised what had happened and unlocked the door, I was a speck in the sky.

I breathed in the fresh air and revelled in it as it whipped my hair around. I was free. I flew as hard and fast as I could manage, glad that Raze had given me food to build my energy. I guess he didn't think of what I'd use it on. I flew until the sky lightened with the coming dawn. I decided that I had probably covered enough distance for now, so I found a secluded clearing and landed. Exhaustion soon took over me and I slept.

When I awoke, it was starting to grow dark again. Damn, I hadn't wanted to waste so much time. I needed to get on the move again - fast. I stretched, ran my fingers through my hair and smoothed my clothes down. I decided I would run for the next hour or so, so I could get my bearings. Luckily, after about an hour I encountered a main road. I jogged along it until I found a sign. It said ‘Albany - 50 miles and New York - 150 miles'. At least I had passed Syracuse long ago, which would have been the most obvious place for me to go and get caught.

I started to walk along the road in the direction of Albany, trying to find someone who would let me hitchhike with them.

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