Darkest Powers fanfiction
EVERYONE'S SECRET
Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Yes! Got another chapter done! I'm on a role! And I'm watching my favorite Twilight Zone episode! :D I kind of wish this was longer, though. /: Aw well! (: Enjoy the chapter, and please review! (: Thanks bunches. ;D

Chapter 16.

As a couple more months passed and Mary's belly grew bigger, she devised an escape plan. What if she just ran for it? Her wolf form was faster than others. All along she'd been trying to devise a very tactical plan, but what if she just ran? Every once in a while her room was opened for new food and linens, and Dr. Davidoff wasn't the one to deliver them. Even pregnant, Mary could easily fight off a maid or a security guard. It was the doctors with needles she had to look out for.

She purposefully dirtied her bed linens and wasted her food. She couldn't take any with her anyway. She wouldn't be taking anything with her, nothing but the fur on her back. She'd be doing a lot of shoplifting after she left the lab, but that was nothing new for her.

A couple days later, the laundress came by her room, like a real hotel. Mary readied herself. She hid in her closet so that the security cameras could not see her undergo the Change. Luckily the walk-in closet was wide enough for her to Change. Her clothes exploded off of her body as she morphed into the large black wolf, jade gems shining in the dark. Mary listened for the laundress to open the door. She pushed the door open just the slightest and peeked out through the crevice.

In walked a small Hispanic woman, a very stereotypical hotel maid. Behind her followed a security guard, dressed in a uniform and carrying a gun, in case Mary were to jump out and attack, which was exactly what she was about to do.

The security guard looked around the room. The television was on, but he could not find a pregnant werewolf anywhere.

"Where is that damn little girl?" she heard him snarl. The Hispanic woman perked her head up from the bed she was undressing.

"¿Qué pasa?" asked the woman. The guard looked back at her, his Spanish not fluent, but barely understanding what she said. He struggled to reply to her.

"Uh ... the girl here—la chica—she's missing. You know, el perro," he said. Mary's eyes narrowed. The maid looked around the room, a blank look on her face. She'd heard the Spanish he'd spoken, but the English had thrown her off. Mary thought it ridiculous to hire a Hispanic maid if nobody could communicate with her.

Mary saw the man reach for a walkie-talkie. "Hey. Yeah the girl's not here. I can't find her," he said into it. A static crackle came in return and another voice sounded.

"We'll send some more men to your room," said a man on the other end. Mary glared. She didn't have much time. It was now or never.

While the security guard was busy fumbling with the walkie, she pounced out of the room, jumping on the back of the man. He roared in pain as she swiped his face and bit his neck. He fell limp and she knew she'd killed him. She felt her gut twist, but she had to remind herself that if she hadn't killed him, he would have definitely killed her. The Hispanic woman shrieked at the sight of her and Mary knocked her off of her feet with a headbutt. She hadn't killed her, but did knock her out. Then, she darted out the door.

Mary was a sore thumb in the pure white halls. She heard footsteps running her way and she quickly turned the corner into another hall. How did she get out of here? She couldn't remember the exit. She didn't know what floor she was on. She saw the security cameras and knew more security guards than the man in her room had asked for would be coming after her. She ran passed many scientists, snarling and baring her teeth, but running too fast for them to reach for their syringes and sedate her. She almost felt free running through the halls. Almost.

She heard cries and shouts from the security guards chasing after her. And then there were gunshots.

"Don't kill her!" shouted a familiar voice. Dr. Fellows's plead rang through Mary's ears, but it didn't slow her down. In fact, she ran faster. If Dr. Fellows was here, that must have meant that Davidoff was near. She knew there was something special about Dr. Davidoff. He was a supernatural too. It explained the drawer flying at her when Mary tried to attack him and Dr. Fellows. He'd been in control of that. He was what they called a half-demon. An Agito half-demon. Hopefully she wouldn't come across him, but she had a feeling that she would anyway.

"She's still on the third floor, Marcel," she heard Dr. Fellows say into her own walkie.

Crap! The bastard's coming … she thought as she picked up the pace. She sniffed out any familiar scents, hoping she could find the stairs. A couple more hallways and she found them.

The guards were still running after her, shooting tranquilizer darts at her, but missing. Mary skidded down the stairs, catching the eye of the guards and even a worried Dr. Fellows.

"Mary! Please stop! The babies, they must be taken care of. You must be taken care of!" she shouted after her, but Mary ignored her. Even if she could talk she wouldn't have.

She made it down the stairs and met head-on with a wall of guards. She turned the other direction and was met with another wall of guards. In addition to those following her down the stairs, she was barricaded.

No … no … NO! she cried in her mind. She turned her head left and right, backing into a wall as everyone began to cave in on her. She snarled and barked, swiping her large claws at them. Her teeth snapped at them.

"Shoot her, already!" one of the unarmed guards shouted.

"No!" protested Dr. Fellows. "She's pregnant. I don't want too many darts in her system." She looked at Mary sadly. "Please, Mary. You're making a mistake. Don't do this. Don't run away. You won't survive."

Little did Dr. Fellows know that she would survive. If anything, Mary knew how to survive in the wild than in a group home.

Mary snarled at her in protest of agreeing to stay. Dr. Fellows closed her eyes and shook her head, disappointed.

"You're making a mistake, Mary," she said again.

"Aw I'm just gonna shoot the damn wolf!" shouted a security guard. Mary's ears perked and before Dr. Fellows could shout No! Mary dodged his dart. She scrambled along the floor, pouncing on the guard that had shot at her, clawing at his eyes. Her motion triggered the others to shoot at her, but she had already jumped over the wall of guards. Most of the darts hit their allies, but the others ricocheted off of the white walls. Mary's claws scratched against the floor and she was off, dodging the darts being shot at her using her ears.

Where was the bloody door? Mary felt as if she'd ran across the entire first floor, but she didn't slow. She was lucky she hadn't been hit with a dart, though a couple of them grazed her skin and very well almost stuck her.

Using her nose, she sniffed out the way to the entrance. A scent intercepted her search and she skid to a stop. She'd finally found the front door, but Dr. Davidoff stood in her way. Her heart pounded in her throat squaring off with him, but she didn't falter. She stood her ground, glaring at him, her teeth bared as she growled.

"You've been a bad girl, Mary," Davidoff said, clucking his tongue as he shook his head. Suddenly, her ears perked and she darted out of the way of a large block of plaster falling from the ceiling. Mary glared at him and roared. She sunk her teeth into as much plaster that would fit in her mouth and bit it off, throwing it back at Davidoff. He cast it aside with ease, but was caught off guard when he saw Mary flying towards him. She pounced on his chest and he fell back. With a grunt, he fell on his back and tugged at Mary's black fur, trying to pry her off of him, but she was stuck on him, her claws punctured into his skin. Her front paws were at work on his face, scratching and biting him.

"You … bitch!" he grumbled. "You can't get out anyway."

She stopped and breathed heavily through her nostrils into his face. Suddenly, she jumped off of him and crashed through the glass doors.

"Mary!" she heard him cry and was immediately reminded of how her father called after her when she ran away from him.

Her heart pounded with joy in her chest as she felt the fresh air through her fur. She ran across the fields of grass the lay before her, heading towards a forest of trees in the distance.

"MARY!"

Davidoff's voice drifted off into the distance and, as she ran further from him, it became just a mere faint whisper. She had gotten away. She had gotten her babies away from the horrible Edison Group. They were safe. Mary knew how to run. The Edison Group wouldn't catch her again. She felt pride in her accomplishment.

Alright guys, she said to her babies mentally, we're on our own now. We're safe. The words had never felt more sweet and promising in her life.