Through Paper Windows

by Esprit D'escalier

Somebody finds the comic book, someone not aware of what it truly is, all they know is that Cally and Lance are dangerous, and need to be gotten rid of, and this person knows exactly where they are, and exactly where they are going to be.

1. Finder's Keepers

Okay, I don't normally do stuff like this, because I personally find it annoying because I already know what they're saying, but this is different because I am doing it differently.

"Stuff written in quotations is being said." (Duh)

Stuff written in italics (without quotations) is being thought. (Still with me?)

'Stuff written between hyphens is what is being said in the comic'

'Stuff being written in italics between hyphens is being thought in the comics' (Got it? Good.)

Anyway, first multichapter Dark Oracle story by me, and on the whole site actually. This is just like a prologue, but don't expect an update soon.

Dark Oracle--Dark Oracle--Dark Oracle--Dark Oracle--Dark Oracle--Dark Oracle--Dark Oracle--Dark Oracle

There it was on the ground. All I had to do was walk by, let somebody else find it, pick it up, and maybe do something with it.

I didn't though.

I picked it up. It had looked interesting. There was a dark picture of a an evil face, looking down at a book in it's grasp. In the top right hand corner it said the issue number, and for a title it had the words: "Dark Oracle" in big and bold blackish-red bold-gothic lettering.

I flipped through it, and looked at most of the empty black outlined sections. A page near the back had a full page picture of a girl backed up against a wall. She looked scared, and in a speech bubble she was saying '...no.' as a shadowy figure approached her.

I flipped back to the first page, and was surprised to see that it was filled it, except for a little square at the bottom. I was sure it wasn't filled in before.

A person had a book in there hands, and they were looked through it. Just like I was.

"This is freakishly..." I became quiet as the tiny unfilled box coloured itself right before my eyes. The figure was looking at the comic book in disbelief, and in the speech bubble... '...weird'.

This is the point where I could've dropped it. Ran away and never looked back. Let it curse somebody else. But yet again I didn't. I kept the book, and it has got to be the worst mistake I ever made.