Wait, I'm confused. I thought
the whole "rewiring my brain"
thing, the ritual you said your
family does, was to get rid of
the effects of forgetting. If
that's the case, how could
your dad forget?
What we did earlier, that
was simply to open you
up. Like I said, it can help
you see things your brian
refused to acknowledge
before, and it can and
does afford some minor
bit of protection against
unwanted interference.
But it can be overcome
by a strong enough
force.
That kind of forgetting,
the kind that can rewrite
a memory, that takes an
incredible amount of
power. If my family is
Einstein, that kind of
power is God.
"you mean, like a
force that could
cause a whole
town to forget,"
I said softly.
"or," dougie added, "one
that could bamboozle a
school and the parents
who sent their children
there. for generations."
I looked at him a long, long time, the
diverse pieces of our conversation
finally falling into an ugly pattern
"It's not possible," I breathed, wanting
to deny it with every ounce of my being.
Dougie dropped his eyes, the weight
of guilt physically bending him.
"Hate me now, pan?" He asked quietly.
I couldn't answer. Rage and shock
were warring inside me, and a numbing
shock was winning. "But...but how?
How could it happen?"
"Do you want me to finish?"
"I...." I trailed off, then nodded
numbly. Yes, I wanted to know,
even if it haunted me. Even if it
killed me.
No way, man. This isn't
a game. You could get
hurt, and then what
about your mom, or
Pan and the girls?
I'm not
playing games!
Pan--
_
"He broke off, looked down at the floor moodily.
It wasn't just what he's seen that had been eating
at him, and I guessed what was just seconds
before he said it."
Pan's my little sister, she
don't mean anythin' to you.
I mean, not really. But you
saved her, an' I don't just
mean the bullet.
"And then he goes and says something no one
ever gets, something downright brilliant."
_
_
An' she's still in danger, ain't
she? I saw 'er, she glowed,
like she was bein' taken over by
somethin'. You sealed that thing;
but the stories we were chasin',
they were old. My grandad
told me some of 'em. That means
they've been here, before, right?
An it means they
can come back
again, doesn't it?
Come 'n take her,
an' nothin' I can
do about it.
I should be the guy speakin' the
ear bleedin' words, the guy flyin'
through the air to push 'er out'a
the way, not the chump bleedin' in
a pile on the floor! she's my
sister, I should be the one
protectin' her! Not you!
_
"And so I said yes."
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I love the way you do it like that Kat!
Oct 9th
I cannot get over this series!
August 22nd
awesome!
August 21st
It's supposed to be a visual thing, Sonnyboy. It's more obvious on other strips than on this one. Since the border is black, the occasional black panel can give the comic shape and variety. This can make it more interesting to look at than just a grid of square panels. Look at some other comics in this series, or check out some later Vox in the Box to get a better feel of what I'm talking about.
August 21st
Why is the first panel black!?
August 21st
I would LOVE him as a brother.
August 21st
Just-- Wow. This series started off as a little egg and now its flying off! Great God, I love this series to bits now. Can't wait for the next installment.
August 21st
Aww ... Damon .... What a magnificent brother!
August 21st
Aweseom, Kat, just awesome!
August 21st