Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-33999335-20180520125803/@comment-32492996-20180615150406

“Pale orange fur!” Liliana called. “Cream-white underfur! Torn left ear! Um...” Panic clouded her thoughts as she couldn’t remember what her own sister had looked like before she was murdered. “Er... White maze pattern! Light orange dress with white belt! Cream-white bow on her... right ear! Er, white paws... Usually has a smile. Pale orange tail ribbons...” Her voice faded as she looked at Jackson, who was now writhing on the grass.

Thousands of words clouded Jackson’s mind, but he only focused on one: Maggie. He clung to that name. He broke to the surface of the murky water of evil that had been holding him hostage. The sky seemed bluer, but the water churned darker around him. Icy claws reached up towards him, bringing him back, enveloping him in the darkness...

No.

He couldn’t give up. He fought the many, many, many hands coming from the water. He pulled himself upwards, onto a cloud, and the sun burned away all the darkness left.

Then there was only Jackson. Only simple minded Jackson.

Just Jackson.

But he was not alone.