"That doesn't matter, you were forced, you didn't really want to do it. Shadow, you're not a killer. Don't be the monster the world fears!"

  Shadow then locked eyes on Max again, and suddenly, the storm clouds left, the night air became warmer, the crows left them, and his friend's eyes became sky blue again. Rose came in just as he collapsed. Max and Zack raced over to him. Rose held him close to her. Max gave her a worried look.

  "Is he going to be okay?"

  She nodded. "He'll be alright. He won't be conscious for a while though...."

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  "How long do you think?" Max asked.

  She replied. "I don't know........this shit can get intense sometimes if it gets out of control.....it might take him about a week to a month to come back to us."

  Max looked at her with wide eyes and looked at Zack. "Jesus!"

  Zack then asked his own question. "What was that all about?"

  Rose answered him. "It's a thing witches go through. When things get too much, we.......become our powers. We get out of control. We only do this when we are threatened." She looked down at her brother. "But this? This was because he kept allowing souls to enter his body. His energy got addicted to it."

  Max lowered his head. "Oh my God, Shadow." He whispered.