Chapter 160: The Doctor
"Do you see now, Maman?" I asked, getting off the couch and walking around her body. Her eyes were glazed over in pain as she stared straight ahead. "That man is a lot like you," I continued, crouching down so that it was easier for her to see me. "And right now, he isn’t going to let anything happen to me. After all, I am the most useful person in this city to him. I grant all his wishes for power and fame. What do you do?"
Maman tilted her head back slightly, her eyes widening in panic. "Demon girl," she hissed at me, the venom in her voice belying how much pain she must be in. "You are a demon. I am going to tell Marcus, and he is going to kick you out of this place. Good luck surviving, Demon."
"See, Maman, now you are getting it," I purred as I slowly came to my feet and sat back down on the couch. "Go ahead, tell Marcus... I wonder who he will believe more. The jealous hag who has been preventing him from getting what he really wants, or me? The angel who has served up the world on a silver platter?"
Before Maman could speak, the door flew open, and Marcus’ worried voice came through loud and clear. "Please, Dr. Landry, my daughter is just over here. Please, you have to try and save her."
"I do everything I can, Governor," replied a deep bass voice. That voice seemed to vibrate inside of me, waking up the creature deep inside as even she wanted to know who it belonged to. My blood seemed to tingle, and things were happening inside my stomach as I heard the footsteps approaching.
Maman groaned pitifully as she tried to get the attention back on herself, but whoever belonged to that voice was mine, and I wasn’t giving him up to the witch.
"Sir?" I called out. "I don’t think Maman is doing well. Maybe the doctor should see her first." That was the key to acting pitifully; always make sure that everyone knew you were the most selfless person in the room.
Then, everyone else looked like they were putting on an act.
"Your Maman can hold on," murmured Marcus, coming to his knees in front of me. The bottom of his feet ended up kicking his wife in the ribs, but he didn’t seem to care. "I’m more worried about the amount of blood coming out of that wound. I can’t believe she would do something like that."