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Ok comic lovers. My step brother comic will be coming out soon. So, if the style and title intrest you check it out!

Any V for Vendetta fans?

Oc muse 5, Echo

I am Echo. I live among the sheep in London, England. The party, better knows as Fascist Norsefire party, have brought everyone to their knees in fear. Those who oppose, Political opponents, immigrants, Muslims, homosexuals, and other ‘underdsirables’ are 'black bagged’ then imprisoned in concentration camps.

What that? What do I mean by sheep? People who are afraid of their government. Step out to fight the government, you get black baghed. What do I mean 'black bagged’? It when you have the blach bag put over your head and taken away. Who does the black bag? The fingers, better known as “fingerman” secret police. What happened to them at the camp? Death. Why do I say death? They are never heard from. The black bag simply remove that person from the world.

What are the life like? Horrible. You aee always monitored unless you are loyal to the party and part of the party. Then you can do whatever you want. But for the rest, they are always watched. you have curfew to follow. If you are seen past curfew, the fingers, depending on who you are, will rape and kill you. You have no privacy in your own home or office. You are always watched. Both by camera and the microphone. The monitoring is done by vans that are always moving. When you watch television, it nothing but lies. When the news on, it all lie. They will make you believe it as well. The government control everything here in London.

Want to know about me? I apologize for that I do not have much to tell you. My memories are like pictures. I have very few pictures up to an event that happened. From what I can tell from my pictures, my parents was 'black bagged’. Why? I suppose they was very active in politics. I was then, as a child, taken to a camp. There other children there. There was class. We had to wear uniforms. We had a cell that was our room. What is the camp? Reformation camp. It where the children of the black bagged go to be shaped into sheep. Me? I always fought back. Not though violence, but though action. This, was always part of me that could not be taken away. Those are the pictures I have before the event. What was the event? I shall tell you. I step out by skipping class. I was beaten so badly, I woke up in my cell. When I woke up, I saw darkness. I list my sight somehow. Blind, forever. But I can hear. I can sense things. For the first few months, it was strange. But after that, it was like I never lost my sight. So many people don’t know that though. Because I act and appear to be like them. Which kept me from being black bagged.

What do I do now? I wonder around, pretending to be a sheep. But there will be tome that I do step out. So far, the fingers have not caught me. But it only a mater of time. Why? I know the truth, all of it.