PIP/Overmind/Fixing Daddy
So there I was, standing over my father's sleeping form. I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed, only that I had to do so carefully. With Penny taking responsibility for my actions, I had to make sure that my vengeance wasn't as sweet as I could possibly imagine it. Even still, I could certainly think of some appropriate punishments that could appear to be helping out my father. I looked into his mind again, this time with the knowledge of what I was doing. I started to learn the pathways and nooks of the human mind. My father's mind was a mess. I wasn't surprised to find a lot of darkness in my father's mind. He had suffered abuse as a child as well. I wasn't willing to accept that as an excuse, however. I found the parts of the human mind that controlled violence. Just like I had done before with his whole mine, I blocked off the parts of his mind dealt with violence and aggression. Only later would I find out they were called the amygdala, hypothalamus, et cetera.
"Okay Penny," I said as I looked at her, "I've turned off dad's ability to get angry. He won't be able to hurt anyone anymore."
She smiled, looked at our father softly in a way that I never could. "So you fixed daddy?" She asked innocently.
"Not quite," I said, "but it's a start. Don't worry Penny, you and I are going to fix this family. Everything's going to be amazing when we're done." I pulled her in and hugged her she smiled and pressed her head onto my chest. I reveled in the touch for a bit, that sense of closeness with my sister softening my hardened inner self; but there was still work to be done. I turned back to my father, and remove the blocks that remain from my original reaction. He groggily came to, and stood up. He looked around, and upon seeing me fear filled his eyes and he scrambled backwards away from me. I realized I had to do something more. I went into his mind, and found the place for short-term memory. With the simple thought I erased his memory of the last hour. He stood again, I could see that something in him wanted to rage against us, against his own family. My block was stopping him. I could sense the impotence within him. He felt helpless, and I couldn't help but smile at that. Being unable to do anything else, he simply went to the room he shared with my mother and fell unconscious.
"Well," I said, "I guess that's what dad's going to be like when he gets back from the pub from now on. Not perfect, but at least it's a start."
"I love you, Chandler," said Penny as she put her arms back around me.
"I love you too, Penny. You the most important thing in my life. I love you to the end of time."
I took her to her bed in the room she shared with my sister and tucked her in. I kissed her on the forehead, and sang her to sleep. I then went to my own room in the garage. The tiny nook in the corner of the garage that serviced as my room would have to change. I had been living in this tiny box for far too long. It could wait until morning, however. I fell into my tiny, filthy cot, and let darkness overtake me.