Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

She really could listen to him speak. It was soothing. Maybe it was because she was still exhausted and she wanted several reasons to just sleep and try and regain some strength back with good rest maybe even try to decipher the obliqueness of that dream she had. What was it that he did? Who was he? And had that been her? It occurred to her to maybe tell Agent Herrera about it. She wasnt sure. She wasnt sure if it would change things. Based on what he was saying, it wouldnt be fair to punish someone who lost their memory and couldnt remember what they did. Did she really do bad things? Did shekill someone? It wasnt exactly comforting in knowing that someone shot at them both, but namely him. It really did set them both on the lam and it made things a lot more than him tracking her and arresting her, with her memory or not. It meant that he had been betrayed and now his death warrant was signed, alongside hers. Okay, now would be a great time for some memory. Glancing up at him, she rubbed her eyes, trying to rub the tiredness out of them, before doing as he said. She opened the glove box and pulled out radio. She held the object in her hands and turned it on and her eyes brightened like they did when she handled his cell phone as she heard voices talking to her from the radio. She peered in closer, wondering if the voices inside could see her. This is so peculiar, strange and beyond amazing. The voicestheyre talking to me. Although she figured out very quickly that they werent actually talking to her in particular because her name was not Sandra Lee Huxtable. Oh, never mind. She was suddenly not so interested but she still held onto the radio, although lowered the volume, setting it beside her on the seat. Hearing she had a brother put a lot of things into perspective. Seeing his picture, even if he looked angry as all hell, she felt a pull towards him and her eyes watered for some reason she couldnt even explain as she stared at his picture. Well, Im pretty sure I was not protecting him. I made the FBI top ten wanted list. I didnt make your top five. So clearly, Im not that good. A light remark to hide the tears she had not yet shed just from seeing her brother. She could definitely believe that she had a brother, especially with the instantaneous way she felt in regards to seeing a picture of him when she didnt even remember. Sitting back, she cast her glance downwards and saw a piece of paper. She leaned down and picked it up and turned it over, seeing a picture of a man and her head tilted. Oh, hes pretty. Hes real pretty. She gushed, not at all realizing it was his partner. When he made it clear that it was, she blushed. He was really pretty. Really, really pretty, his wife sure was lucky. And then she thought about Margie and she felt sadness for her. At some point, Penny fell asleep and she had the same dream from last night, only it was a lot more vivid. It made a lot more sense. It was a dream of her and Danny. He was angry and she was freaking out, to put it lightly. He hit her and even in her dream, she felt the pain from that strike. It made her nearly thrash and her head turned, a small moan coming from her but it was clear she sounded pained. He killed someone. She recalled the story Agent Herrera told about Sueco and the day he died and it clicked. Why he had the picture of her brother and then even her, why he had even gotten interested in trying to find her. Finding her might have meant finding her brother and if that was the case, he would have gotten his revenge. Her brother killed his partner and Agent Herrera never forgot that. Hes been hunting. And now he was really close. She awoke with a start when she heard her own voice echo through her head, screaming for her brother. Penny felt very cold and even with his jacket around her, she felt like she was shivering. Even with the heater on, her nipples had never been so hard in her entire life and she was certain she wouldnt forget that kind of sensation. It was painful. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned and looked about, seeing as the car pulled into a driveway and a beautiful cabin before her. She looked forward and gazed at the fine work of art before her and a soft smile came to her face. A vision of her dream came back to her and it hit her like a ton of bricks, forcing her back into the seat. She glanced over to Agent Herrera and she swallowed hard. Why did you tell me that my brother, Danny, killed your partner? That was the relevance your story had to me. Thats why you told me. She didnt want him to think she remembered everything. She didnt. She just connected some dots that she would have connected earlier if she had her memory. Deciding on a small tantrum, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. You could have just said, or added really easily, Oh by the way, you have a brother, and he killed my partner and Im using you to exact my revenge. She did her best Agent Herrera impression but the slightness of her Irish accent made that impossible. Bloody Coppers. She grumbled. And it was even worse because now, she was stuck with him.