10-28-2008, 09:33 PM
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Ahren opened his eyes, focused them on the boy, and he wondered just how long that impulse had been there. Maybe he should have killed him. Maybe he should have sent him away like he had the others. Maybe he should have never come back in the first place. “I know,” he said, knowing it was the truth. Jasper was guilty, but they were all guilty. Jasper had never killed anyone. He had only made them sick, made them mad, made them blind, and made them disappear.
“People came in and out. I don’t remember a lot either.” That was a lie. He could remember everything, except for the dreams. Those had gone in waves, and most of them had been waking life, in some peculiar slip-stream in which fantasy and reality were one. “Corona was here a lot. So was Rachias.”
Ahren opened his eyes, focused them on the boy, and he wondered just how long that impulse had been there. Maybe he should have killed him. Maybe he should have sent him away like he had the others. Maybe he should have never come back in the first place. “I know,” he said, knowing it was the truth. Jasper was guilty, but they were all guilty. Jasper had never killed anyone. He had only made them sick, made them mad, made them blind, and made them disappear.
“People came in and out. I don’t remember a lot either.” That was a lie. He could remember everything, except for the dreams. Those had gone in waves, and most of them had been waking life, in some peculiar slip-stream in which fantasy and reality were one. “Corona was here a lot. So was Rachias.”