kennybobfrank

BAM. A sudden shock, no, a blow of mental pain, as though he was simultaneously punched right in the center of the stomach and had his skull smashed in by a wrecking ball. And somewhere past a flaming boil of pain, the tiny, urgent echo of a voice: Nooo! As soon as he could breathe regularly again, Augustus snatched onto that voice. Razputin? But no, he realized with something between disappointment and relief. It wasn't, couldn't be him. The voice sounded too different, too starkly unfamiliar and...definitely too young. This voice, this presence, was seven, at the most. What in my father's name is going on here? No matter which mind he