Silent Period.

 Yeah, not dead, yet.

So the bandaged dumbass needed help deciphering his stupid fucking book, he was definitely stumped, I remember hearing him rage in the other room, outright yelling at the book, it was hilarious. Eventually I guess he decided to seek out help and despite the void-like silence on this website, he actually managed to pull someone out of nowhere to help him out. In retrospect, it shouldn't be all that surprising, considering the two of them ran into each other before.

Yeah, this is how we ended up meeting up with Ghost... and Hannah I guess.

That's actually the reason as to why we had such a long period of silence, because in order for us to meet up, Ghost gave us a specific date and time to wait until before we could try and travel to wherever the hell they would choose to meet.

I'm not sure why Ghost decided to help out Kelevra, but whatever, all I knew is that I didn't want to go, seemed like a waste of my time. But the asshole used the fact that it was my turn to help him out per our agreement, so me and Franky ended up coming along regardless. Still not sure wtf he needed help with, since they both seemed to work things out pretty well without us needing to be there.

Once the time came, we Pathed to the address that Ghost provided us with, it was the back entrance of some kind of research centre out in the middle of nowhere, I wasn't even sure what country we were in. It seemed to be closed down for the night, leaving behind a few security guards I'd assume, Bandaged Nonce not being one for subtlety was more than ready to break and enter, however he was stopped by Ghost, who just casually strolled out from behind one of the walls.

What can I say about Ghost, dude's a creep who wears balaclava over his head with no mouth hole, with his eye holes covered up by some kind of white material, obscuring his eyes. Dressed in a white lab coat, white leather gloves, white pants and white shoes, basically the name fits. Behind him was Hannah, a bit shorter than Ghost, red hair and rubber gloves.

Objecting to Kelevra's method of entry, Ghost offered instead that we sneak through after which he took out a card, scanning it against the built in card lock on the back entrance, making the door open without setting off any alarms. The facility was huge, with very few security guards around, guess they figured nobody would try robbing this place since it was in the middle of nowhere.

Eventually all five of us made it to the lab that Ghost needed, it had all sorts of shit in it: Microscopes, vials and the other typical shit you'd find in a research lab, I still wasn't wtf this place was, or how exactly Ghost knew where to go for that matter. I didn't even get the chance to ask those questions because both him and Kelevra sent me, Franky and Hannah to keep watch. Not sure why they sent all three of us out, considering the room they were in was positioned in a corridor, one side of which led to a dead end and the other side led to the stairs and the elevator, both of which weren't visible until you turned a corner that led to the room they were in, meaning that only one person was good enough for the job, as all they would have to do was keep an eye on that corner and that's it.

But hey, fuck it, Bandaged Moron is wasting his turn, which I don't mind at all.

So yeah myself, Franky and Hannah sat around for around an hour with nothing happening, keeping an eye on that corner, nothing to do but talk about random shit, it was whatever.

After that Kelevra and Ghost came out of the room, Kelevra happily holding his book, telling us that we were done. After that we pathed out leaving Ghost and Hannah there on their own, I'm sure they managed to get out without any issue, so yeah overall, a pretty uneventful trip, which is good.

Oh right, almost forgot, upon our return Kelevra was wondering on a way to inhale a lot of smoke in one go, or whatever, so I ended up explaining to him the concept of hotboxing, fucking sheltered idiot.

...

Search for Martha Hall is going well, I guess. It's actually very easy to track someone, when suddenly, all the previously available trails start disappearing, pro tip, if you want to throw off your tracker, deleting everything in a panic isn't going to work, it just confirms what information should have been followed up on before.

So yeah, that's going well, I guess...

Today's the day, fuck.

I didn't, I don't want to write about this, I don't want to write about her, but I guess, because of the shit I've seen recently, the shit I survived, it feels kind of fucked that I never stopped to talk about her on the day of her death.

13th of October, first time I pumped myself on servant blood to go and slaughter a bar of Timberwolves, who I thought were responsible for her death on this day. It's been so long, 6 fucking years now and everything seems like a blur, how everything changed. Fuck me, I'm so fucking retarded, I had no idea how good I had it, how good WE had it. Roof over our heads, food to eat, beds to sleep in, each other and all we had to do was sometimes spook some people, sometimes kill some people, whatever, small price to pay for a bit of normalcy. And then everything went to shit because of egos and other stupid shit similar to that and if anybody else had died from that, Franky or Claude, I don't think I'd have reacted the way I reacted to her death. With any of them it would have been fair, we were the ones who were doing the leg work, tracking, killing, scaring, it was us, she never did any of that shit, she couldn't bring herself to do something horrible to another human being and none of us minded, so she'd stay behind at the house and prep food, patch us up, dig for info and overall... just keep the spirits up, or some shit.

She DIDN'T FUCKING deserve it, FUCKING ANY OF IT

Why in the fuck did he have to CHOOSE ME over her!? WHY!? Why did he let them kill her instead of me!? I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND! Was it FUCKING FREINDSHIP!? WTF WAS THE POINT!? HE MUST HAVE KNOWN THAT I'D FIND OUT, HE MUST HAVE KNOWN THAT OUR FRIENDSHIP WOULDN'T LAST AFTER HER PASSING, WTF WAS HE THINKING!? WAS HE THINKING!?

fuck

Franky is cooking us a meal, had no idea he knew how to cook, most of the times over here we eat take out, or some fast food crap, much easier and less time consuming, I looked through her posts on this blog and instantly it made sense why he was prepping us a meal all of a sudden, because he also knows what day it is, he learned how to cook from her. Fuck man, she was so kind to everybody, it was infectious, that's the only reason I was willing to help Sanna back in the day, because of Alesa, if Alesa wasn't there to urge us to help her, there was no fucking way we were going to put ourselves in the crosshairs of various freaks that Sanna tended to attract. This FUCKING STUPID attitude of wanting to help EVERYONE, so FUCKING STUPID and yet, we did it, and we pulled it off.

Alesa we miss you                                                                                                i miss you

                                    i wish it was me instead of you

                                                                                        fuck this

Visiting Charles.

That's the name of the guy we tried to confront last time, one of the gunmen that Claude let into our house, to pull the trigger on an unsuspecting Alesa and frame the Timberwolves for the murder.

As I said in my previous post, it was easy to track what hospital he was taken to since I remembered his car's number plate, I was going to pay him a visit with Franky whilst the Bandaged Retard was off gallivanting around in the Catacombs, but instead we were swept up in the mess between him and The Wolf. However, since we helped him out during that mess, that meant it was now his turn to help us out, so I brought him along with us, but not into the hospital, I had a lingering suspicion after the last time he had helped me and Franky out, bringing him along proved to be a very useful distraction.

Charles was on the fifth floor of the hospital, recovering from the operation he had to have on his neck, after he received the gash on it, thanks to Franky's Denizens causing his car accident. Now, we couldn't just walk in under the guise of "concerned family members" or whatever, all thanks to the various witnesses that saw me and Fanky fleeing the scene of the accident, the cops are not treating it as a mere car accident, they're treating it as attempted murder, I'm sure because Charles has some connections to warrant that kind of treatment based on mere speculation of a few witnesses. However, the connections are apparently not that tight, since he was only assigned one Officer to guard him, it still made getting into his room difficult, on top of that Franky hasn't completely recovered yet, hence why Pathing in and out tires him out tremendously, we had to use it sparingly this time. Hence why I asked him not to Path us anywhere specific, just in the general area of the hospital, he Pathed us in an empty alleyway, few streets away from the hospital. Long walk and a few fire escape climbs later, we were now standing on the neighbouring roof of the Hospital, across from the fourth floor balconies of hospital rooms, separated only by a big enough gap, that a failed jump would guarantee ones splatter on the ground. We weren't going to be jumping anywhere just yet, it was still day light outside, so we hid, observing the various windows on the fifth floor, trying to find Charles, I knew what room he was in, but it was kind of hard figuring out which room was which from the outside.

Eventually, I gave up trying to find his room that way and we just sat around waiting for the night. Once it was dark, we went back to the edge of our rooftop, I had Kelevra carry me and Franky over to the balcony opposite of us with his tendrils, we could have tried jumping it, but the last thing I needed was to wake up the patients with our loud thuds. We agreed that he'd keep watch from the rooftops for any outside surprises, while we made our way to Charle's hospital room. We started climbing our way up to the balcony above us, just so we'd be on the fifth floor after which we snuck into the hospital room the balcony was attached to, peeked through the door that led to the hallway full of other doors lined against my side of the wall, leading to other hospital rooms, the one we currently were in was the 312th room, Charles was in the 343rd. We went back to the balcony and began climbing through the balconies, counting down each balcony we passed.

And there he was, sleeping like nobody's business, tubes stuck in his nose, his neck encased in a brace, the hart rate monitor quietly beeping away, it sickened me, this piece of shit was still feeling comfortable enough to drift away to sleep, well that was about to change. Unlike the previous room, this one's balcony door was locked, but when you become a proxy, lock picking is one of the first things you are taught, so the lock wasn't a problem. This is where my eagerness got the better of me, as soon as I entered the room I heard the sound of a gun being cocked, turns out Charles wasn't asleep and judging by the massive bags under his eyes, he hasn't been asleep for quite some time now, a thought that warmed my heart, however, I wasn't in a better situation myself, because he was clearly waiting for me to pay him a repeat visit, hence why he had a gun handy, which he was now pointing at me. His grip on the gun was shitty, it was shaking like crazy in his hand, his heart was jumping up fast, I'm sure sleep deprivation and a near death experience had their effect on him, still, I didn't take any chances and stood still, he was clearly going to speak, since he didn't try to shoot me the second he pulled the gun on me.

"Your friend stays outside." It was funny that he thought he was in a position of power here, but I indulged his little delusion, I was going to tell Franky to stay outside and keep an eye on Kelevra's roof anyway, so he promptly turned around and closed the balcony door behind him. After that he just continued to stare at me, whilst trying very hard to keep his gun steady, so I broke the silence "Why the hesitation? If you're going to shoot me then shoot me, stop wasting my time." he seemed to be caught off guard by the sudden break of silence, he then managed to stutter out a sentence "I just want to know, what makes some teenage punk think he can take me out, the shit I survived, the shit I seen, all in the name of the tall one, who the fuck do you think you are?" Perfect, he was a talker, this would make things much easier "I would understand you not knowing who I am, it just sucks for you that I know who you are, murderer." He burst out laughing, nearly dropping his gun in the process, could have rushed him then and there, but there was no reason to, not yet. "Do you even realise how little that narrows down boy? The amount of people I've killed, shit, that list goes through the ro-" I decided to cut him off before he diverted into pompous ranting "Yes, I'm sure you're a very hardcore badass, problem is, you didn't seem like such a badass with your car driven against a lamp post, with you laying on the ground, bleeding from your neck." That seemed to snap him back into his current predicament, that was evident by his grip on the gun getting tighter "What the fuck do you want you little shit?" There we go, now we were getting on the same wavelength, all I had to do now, was ask questions in such a way that he would spill bits and pieces of information "Well for one, I want to know who gave you and your partner orders when it came to the elimination of other proxies." he smiled in return, here it was coming "And why the hell would I tell you anything?" now to feed him a stupid line "So I could find him and kill him." another fit of laughter, gun was held steady this time "You're hilarious, aiming for the head honcho just like that, man you are just an idiot, aren't you?" tap on the window coming from the balcony, it was going down, we were now officially on a timer "Guess I am." I smiled at him as I saw realisation come to his face, when he noticed that Franky was no longer on the balcony, he Pathed in behind Charles, grabbing his hand and forcing it up, the surprise forced Charles to release a shot into the ceiling, realising that his guard would be alerted by the shot, I immediately ran towards the door, grabbing a chair on the way, as the officer burst through the door, I smashed the chair against his head, knocking him out instantly. "LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING FREAK!" the sound of confidence in his voice was now replaced with that of fear and uncertainty, music to my ears, I started to approach him, he was thrashing around wildly, but Franky was holding him down effectively, whilst also holding onto his hand that released the shot earlier, making sure to keep his finger off the trigger, I unsheathed my sword and once I was close enough, Franky immediately released his gun holding hand, he tried to bring the gun down, trying to aim it at me, but was too slow, his hand and his gun were now on the floor. His wail of pain was far too enjoyable as he was bleeding from his newly acquired stump, however, he quickly shut up when I pointed the sword at his face "Look at you, a real fucking badass, crying like a little bitch!" I positioned the tip of my sword just a few inches away from his eye, the smell of urine began to circulate around the room, there's no doubt there, he fucking wet himself "Thanks to your big mouth I know that the person who gave you orders is still alive and you know who they are, so I suggest you don't bullshit me, who the fuck was behind the orders!?" he began stuttering out his answer "If it had something to do with other proxies, I know that it was always coming from the top..." I had no time for a lecture, so I squeezed his stump to hurry him up "WHO!?" he screamed out through pain "IT DEPENDS ON THE TERRITORY!" I smacked him across the face with the butt of my sword "Chigwell, Dacre Close." he was breathing heavily "Fuck, right, the cul-de-sac, shit..." he was clearly gathering his thoughts together "Martha... You're looking for Martha Hall." his breathing began to slow down, he was clearly struggling to stay conscious, I decided to help him out, by grabbing him by the hair and pulling him out of his bed, forcing him to walk after me "Where do I find Martha Hall?" as he stumbled behind me, leaving quite the blood trail "I-I don't know!" I pushed him out onto the balcony, right against the rail, putting my sword close against his neck "WHERE!?" he glanced at the drop below him and then back at me "I REALLY DON'T FUCKING KNOW! It's been nearly a year since she contacted me, fuck man, she could be anywhere." I began pressing the sword against his encased neck "Better think of something useful that can help me track her and fast." I was running out of patience, I could hear the sirens approaching down the street, after a bit of silence he finally blurted out "One time, she paid us from her personal bank account, it was weird at the time, since payments are usually made through the database, figured she was in a hurry." he lifted his hand, pointing at the cupboard next to his bed "Details are in my phone, my bank log-in is set to auto-fill, receipts of all transactions are there." Franky didn't waste any time checking up on what he was saying, after a few minutes, he gave me a thumbs up, that's about when my hostage began to whimper out "Listen man, I ain't stupid, you obviously aren't going to let me live, so at least tell me what this is about." I considered for a moment, should I let him know the reason for my anger towards him, should I drop her name for him to ponder over in his last seconds? Nah, instead I decided to drop him, without warning, I grabbed him by the legs and pushed him over the railing, making him fall 5 stories, piece of shit was dead and my day was made.

This is where things were supposed to smoothly end, with me and Franky Pathing out, we were going to grab the Bandaged Idiot with us, but he wasn't on the neighbouring rooftop and we didn't have time to play hide and seek with him, because the sirens were closing in, so I just told Franky to Path us out. The way it usually goes, is it happens in a blink of an eye, only you yourself don't blink, more like your... mind blinks? I dunno, bottom line, it usually goes smoothly with Franky, but not this time, instead of Pathing in our base, I Pathed in somewhere unknown and was immediately met with the sensation of falling, the sensation didn't last, because on my way down I began to clip several black tree branches which twisted me around due to the momentum, making me hit the ground face first. As I got up, I could feel the scorching heat all around me, I was surrounded by fire, white fire, so bright it seemed to drain the colour from everything else around it, not that there was much, I was in the middle of some forest and it was rapidly catching on fire. It didn't take a genius to figure out that I was within the Path, I had to get out of there, but again, everything around me was on fire, not to mention it was so white and bright, it was blinding, no way was I going to attempt to walk through a burning forest with my vision impaired. But at the same time, the heat was quickly becoming unbearable, I was becoming light headed and could barely stand on my feet, but I still managed to catch a glimpse of it, Slendy, just standing there amongst the fire, his pale head once again blending with the white fire, making it seem as if a headless, tall businessman was just observing me from a distance. Then he began to get closer, due to the fire, I couldn't see his legs moving, it's as if he was hovering closer to me, this is when panic set in, irrational thought began to take over, I was considering just jumping into the searing fire and that's when I heard an all too familiar laughter coming from somewhere within the flame, just like a freight train Kelevra came running out of the fire, his arm wrapped around Franky dragging him along, his Jacket morphed around their backs, clearly protecting them from the fire. Fucker grabbed me by my chin, pushing me backwards, making me hit the ground, once I looked around, we were back in our base.

Franky came over to help me up, Charle's phone still on him, I noticed that Kelevra was pretty beat up, his bandages stained with blood in several areas, looks like my hunch was correct, for which he gave me plenty of shit, but I don't want to write that confrontation down, I'm sure he will do so on his blog.

The important thing is, we got a bit further in our pursuit, I just need some time to dig through this phone.

What the fuck was even the point!?

Hooo boy, ok, this is probably not going to dim the flames any and in fact, it might add fuel to the fire, but fuck it, I need to vent somewhere, purely because venting allows me to put things in perspective. Usually I do it off the blog and just vent to Franky, he's perfect for that kind of thing cause he never replies, just sits there and listens, his purpose during that moment is to prevent myself from looking like a lunatic who is talking to himself. Sadly, he is busy recovering from his injuries, same as the Motherfucker that got us into the following mess where we got our injuries from.

After Prince of The Land of Stench visited his Labyrinth, he told me and Franky to start prepping because we were going to pay a visit to his “old acquaintance” at first he was vague about who this acquaintance was, but as days of preparation went by, he made it clear that we were going to be paying a visit to KnitWolf's crew. When I asked him why, he simply replied by saying that he needed to “ask another question” which did not bode well, considering how he went about “asking” last time he paid them a visit. I tried to protest, specifically because I wanted more clarification on what it is we were going there to do, but he replied that he couldn't clear it up in such a way that I would understand and that it didn't ultimately matter, claiming that it was his turn to receive our help on his goals, considering he helped us track down the information about Alesa's assassin. And so, days went by and next thing I know, we Pathed into some sort of forest, right at the treeline too, beyond the treeline was an open field in the middle of which stood a building, surrounded by a few cabins, shit looked like some sort of abandoned business retreat. I have no idea what state, or even country this was in, so I have no idea how he knew on how to find this place, however, he must have dropped by here before at some point, because his description of the place prior to us Pathing into the forest surrounding it, was almost spot on.

Again, I wasn't clear on the specifics of what we were doing there, but the Asshole did say that he needed to get into the central building and we had to help him do that, somehow. Considering that the Wolf's crew consisted of only two people apart from herself, I figured it would be way too easy, just have Franky summon his Denizen friends en masse and have them act as a distraction, while the Bandaged Fuck would sneak right in. Once we were actually there, remaining hidden within the treeline, I decided to climb up a tree and assess the situation, make sure that there were no uncalled for surprises and of course there was, first sign of things possibly going awry. Through my binoculars, which I had firmly stashed in my fanny pack that I carry over my shoulder, I could see a bunch of people just shambling around the cabins which were in front of the main building, shit looked like a mini zombie apocalypse down there.

"Those aren't zombies, they're worse, zombies at least are unaware of their own suffering." Laughed the bandaged bum boy. As I was about to suggest changes to the plan, Kelevra just laughed the shambling freaks away, telling Franky to simply summon a larger amount of Denizens. Franky, who was at the time leaning against a random tree, silently observing us as he always does, walked out in front of us, staring away at the business retreat for a few minutes, I noticed that his body began to shiver slightly, as soon as I noticed it, he immediately dropped down to his knees, digging his hands deep into the ground, still shaking. That's when I began to notice the creepy whispers coming from every direction, these things still unsettled the fuck out of me, despite seeing them in action many times before, it's their summoning that creeps me out the most, they just begin to crawl out from everywhere, like cockroaches. Several Denizens began to climb out of the trees, from under the ground, hell, some clawed from out of the trees, all of them began to leap towards the business retreat, their whispers echoing louder through the air.

We were about to begin stepping towards the Wolf's hideout, when something whizzed passed me. It was a bullet, a bullet that immediately hit Franky in the head, making him fall down onto the ground, interrupting the summoning. I rushed towards him immediately.

thought he was dead.

Luckily the bullet only grazed the top of his head, I don't know the extent of the damage it did to him, considering his head is always covered up by his grey hood and a blank face mask, but it did tear off the tip of the hood, as well as breaking off the top corner bit of the mask, making black, oily, tar-like hair to fall out into the open. Before I could notice anything else, Kelevra's shadow began to loom over us, as he stood over us, his arms extended, when looking up at him, I saw liquid spurt out from behind him as he was jolted forward a little bit, as the second bullet hit him in the back. Yet, despite that, he didn't even seem to be bothered by it at all, calmly asking Franky if he could go after this sniper. I was about to protest, but Franky was already nodding in agreement at Kelevra, quickly getting to his feet and Pathing himself out, leaving just me and Kelevra, and the last strand of Denizens that were just jumping out of the treeline towards the Wolf's camp. Without warning, Kelevra grabbed my arm and began to run along with the last remaining Denizens that were just leaping out of the treeline, towards the camp, using the Denizens as cover. Eventually I began to run on my own, keeping up with him, but letting him go first for obvious reasons, the closer we got to the camp, the better I could see the Shambling People that were suddenly greater in numbers then from what I saw when I was within the treeline, these poor people were fucked, even before Kelevra and The Denizens started ripping them to shreds, the way they looked, some had gouged out eyes, others were missing limbs, some had stitched up mouths, all of them, running towards Kelevra and The Denizens, willingly, as if finally finding a way to die, shit was fucked up. Some of them even ran towards me, but I avoided them, I'm not like The Bandaged Prick, or Wolf, or any other psycho sunken into this shit, I don't do mindless killing or torture. As we ran further into the camp, more of these Shambling husks came crawling/running out of everywhere, their number were far greater than the Denizen number, I began to notice the Denizens scattering all over the field, sinking their teeth into any Shambling freak that was within their vicinity, while the Shamblers weren't putting up much of a fight, their amount was scattering our reinforcements, I notified The Bandaged Idiot of my observation, but he just kept on running forward, screaming out that this was where we were going to have to improvise. I actually, unironically hate that word, mainly because it's a word that is only spoken when shit is hitting the fan and boy was it hitting the fan, despite me trying my best to avoid the Shamblers, I was still covered in blood, because it was just spurting all over the place, a literal bloodbath.

Due to Kelevra's enthusiasm in killing anything that was in front of him, I began to slowly lose him out of my sight, that was until he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, allowing me to catch up and try to ask him why the fuck he was stopping, but I was interrupted mid-question by Kelevra suddenly waving at someone off in the distance, looking around, I saw them, walking out of the building we were running towards. Fell and Wolf, it was really easy to tell who was who between the two of them, considering Fell looked like a plain person (As plain as you can possibly look with short blue hair and a missing eye) when put in contrast against Wolf... Don't get me wrong, Wolf herself looked like a person in that specific moment, a very sick person, who by all logic shouldn't even be walking, what with that massive gash on her stomach that was eerily shaped like a monstrous mouth peeking out from underneath her red coat: "Calavera! You have finally come to visit us! How nice!" She sounded enthusiastic, not a hint of annoyance, or anger at the fact that we just launched a full blown attack on their camp, this is how you spot a truly fucked in the head person, when they react in illogical ways.

Speaking of fucked in the head, a Shambler was slowly walking up on Kelevra, he didn't even look away from Wolf whilst cutting off it's head and then waving it's decapitated head around, spurting blood all over the place "You even prepared the appetisers! How thoughtful!" followed by his manic laughter. To which Wolf responded with a chuckle of her own as her and Fell were casually strolling towards us, the closer they got, the more 'off' things seemed about Wolf, because now I could see her face, specifically her stitched up grin, the stitches pulling away at her lips the wider the grin got, almost making it seem as too wide for a regular person. Kelevra seemed to be unfazed, but that was most likely due to his boner for the upcoming confrontation, however, he did acknowledge her 'changes' once I told him to stop giggling like an idiot and pay attention. "A new look Knitty, interesting..." yeeted the decapitated head behind him "Usually, when a person adopts a new look, it is a signal for change, so tell me, what kind of change have you went through?" The dumbass was clearly egging her on into an immediate confrontation.

And then, well, what happened next was off putting, bottom line, whatever Wolf is today, it is definitely not a human any longer. With a playful response: "You really want to see?" the stitches at the shoulders of her coat came loose. Her shoulders dropped from her torso, stretching to the sides, attached by a thick clump of threads. The stitches came loose from her elbows, wrists and fingers as they stretched out in similar fashion. Her legs and feet quickly followed, separating from her torso, her knees, her ankles and toes. She toppled forward, landing on all four of her extended limbs, like some sort of eldritch animal. What was more weird, was the fact that her clothes separated with the limbs, but stayed in place, as if they are a part of her. Before I could even begin to process whatever the fuck I was looking at, she leapt towards Kelevra, who seemed to be as stunned as I was, however, was still able to react to the leap in time and with the back of his jacket extending upwards against the ground, propelled himself over Wolf and began to run off towards the building, with Wolf immediately following in pursuit. I just kept on looking as the both of them rushed off, trying to wrap my head around what the fuck exactly just happened, when at the last second, at the corner of my eye, I could barely see something approaching me with great speed. It was a Tomahawk, being swung at me with great force, I barely managed to avoid it, with it cutting through my shirt and placing a shallow cut across my chest, hurt like hell, adrenaline started to kick in along with the pain, which allowed me to blatantly rip the sheathed sword off my back and unsheathe it, all in order to at leas stand a chance against Fell. Who was now swinging her arm back, but a downward angle, clearly trying to go for my legs, all the while yelling "You fucking idiot! You shouldn't have followed that piece of shit because now I gotta kill you!" her speech was slurred, despite that I could clearly understand her. Whether due to pure skill, or luck, I somehow managed to jump over the retracting swing, manage to balance myself on my feet rather quickly, I began to back away from her "Please don't tell me you're going to lecture me as you kill me, the spam you and Hannah leave is enough as is. Besides, why does a psycho like you even care?" I still don't understand why she gave a shit, not why she gave a shit in trying to kill me, despite the fact that she elaborated that point regardless:
"Fucking right I'm gonna lecture your sad ass. Why do I care?! Well for one thing, motherfucker, you're here. At my home. With that giggling dickhead", that part was kind of clear considering we were trespassing on their territory, what I didn't get is why did she even bother to yell at me for coming to their territory, just fucking kill me then. She sighed "And you're too fucking stupid to see that he's going to kill you! Whether you get to pay those donkey cocks back for what they did to Alesa or not!" Yeah, no shit, almost anyone who worked with Kelevra ended up dead, either by his hand, or due to his actions, but as I said before, as long as I get back at said 'donkey cocks' I don't really care what happens afterwards, hell, I'll probably just off myself. Then her tone changed, as she exclaimed almost in a growl: "Don't act like you don't have any blood on your hands shit head. You're not fucking better. You're not fucking innocent!" 

I don't know why, but that comment in particular managed to piss me off, probably because of how untrue that statement was, I never claimed that my hands were clean of anything, I cleaned a bunch of assholes and I have absolutely no regrets over that to this day. "What an interesting fucking observation!" I exclaimed sarcastically "I'm so stupid man, sure! Despite the fact that I've come as close as ever to tracking the fuckers down only after I started getting assistance from him." Due to my anger at her remark, I was now going to return the favour, kind of wishing I didn't if I had known what was going to follow "I didn't say I don't have blood on my hands, but at least I don't fall in love with my abusers." The response was quick and to the point this time "Fine, you fucking retard! Don't fucking say that I didn't warn you, cuntcake!" After which she immediately lunged at me, swinging her tomahawk, however, due to her rage induced response, this time I was fully expecting the attack and only because of that, managed to stop her tomahawk dead in it's tracks from coming down on me, with my sword, after which I immediately kicked at her knee, making her back off which in turn gave me space to swing my sword around and now return the favour to her, by swinging it downwards towards her left shoulder. She tried to twist out of the way, but was too slow and I managed to slice a piece of her flesh free from her upper arm, I was kind of expecting her to reel from the pain and give me another window of opportunity, but no, she immediately spun the grip on the tomahawk in her right hand and swung the spike towards my left side. Caught completely off guard and with no time to react, the spike dug right into my left side, just below the ribs, lightning of pain flashed before my eyes as the cold steel dug deep into my side, sending me immediately to the ground, dropping my sword in the process. I was immediately trying to hold the wound closed in order to prevent myself from bleeding out, Fell however had other ideas in mind, as she began stomping on my chest, making the shallow cut she delivered to me earlier hurt more than it should have, all the while yelling at me "I TOLD YOU! I FUCKING FUCKING TOLD YOU! I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE TO KILL YOU BUT HERE WE FUCKING ARE! ALL BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T TEAR YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR STUPID ASS LONG ENOUGH TO SEE THIS WAS A REALLY FUCKING BAD IDEA" Or something among those lines, it was kind of hard to listen to her, while she was using my chest as a trampoline, at this point it was clear that she was fully intending to kill me and I guess I kind of brought it on myself, but she egged me on, so it was only fair that I would do the same, somehow I managed to gather enough strength to catch her foot and push her away from me, managing to barely cough out "You know the problem with people like you?" That seemed to pull at her strings quite nicely "What? Come on then, you emo sack of bullshit, fucking tell me" This is where I had to plant the bait "You all think it's just so easy to kill me..." And then throw it out there for her to hopefully latch onto it "NOW!" I yelled out suddenly at absolutely nobody. Instinctively, she glanced behind her, to make sure that there was no threat behind her, giving me the opportunity I needed to reach into my fanny pack and pull out a syringe filled with Maenad blood.

I hated injecting myself with these back in the day, I hated doing it this time no less, mainly because the conversion process isn't pleasant at all, to feel how your bones extend and rip through your skin as they change, hurts like fucking hell. On top of that, with Maenad blood specifically, your mind begins to lose it's sense, giving way to this animalistic rage, making it harder to control what I do, I've seen recordings of myself when I would inject Maenad blood into myself, it's not pretty, hence why I took a small dosage of it with myself this time, so that the effects would wear off sooner, but I guess there was still enough to completely zone me out, as I don't exactly remember how I ended up in a position where I was suddenly pouncing at her, with her being on the ground now instead of me. But I do remember what started to knock back to my senses, as I was pouncing at her, she sidestepped me and swung the bladed bit of the Tomahawk into my back, I didn't feel it connect, but it must have, considering when looking through my injuries, I did have a gash on my back, right above the spine, The Tomahawk must not have stabbed too deeply, probably because a Maenad's bones are extremely thick, which is the most painful aspect of changing into a Maenad, your bones re-shaping. After she stabbed me in the back, I remember immediately grabbing her arm and twisting it around with such strength, I made her fall, which caused her to yank the Tomahawk out of my back which hurt more than when it was embedded into my back, this meant that the transformation was already wearing off, meaning I was slowly regaining control of my body, but also losing the effect of the Blood. Another indicator of the effect wearing off was that I no longer wanted to rip her throat out and was now actively trying to just knock her out, hence why when she hit the ground I grabbed her head and started bashing it against the ground, but she was fucking stubborn as shit, kicked me in the legs as she was trying to push herself off the ground, which made me let go of her head and stagger backwards, I couldn't let her get any distance between us, so I immediately dropped on all fours and prepared to use my fading Maenad physiology to do another pounce at her. But before I could do that, she exclaimed "You stupid son of a bitch." After which she lunged at me instead, doing a spin kick of some sort, which would probably connect, if it wasn't done instantly after her head was bashed into the ground a few times, I was able to stop her kick mid-air with one of my hands, the other one pushing down on her chest as I swept her standing leg from underneath her, actively forcing her down on the ground. At this point I was getting pissed off again, what with the effects wearing off and the pain from all the injuries coming back in full force, the lack of knowledge of what the fuck we were even doing there, the lack of back-up and most of all, the inability to knock this fucking... Fell out.

With every Punch I yelled to her to stay down, but she just fucking wouldn't "I'm not losing to a fucking angsty, roid raging dipshit!" Holy fucking shit, was this a fucking honour thing? Who gives a shit, at this point, I made it abundantly clear that I didn't want to kill her, just fucking let me knock you out and that's it! But no, she just fucking wouldn't, because she would attempt another swing at my side with her Tomahawk, that fucking thing was glued to her hand I swear to god. At this point, the effect fully wore off and all the pain was rushing back, but I didn't care, I just wanted this stupid confrontation to be over with, so I caught her Tomahawk and wrestled it out of her hand, finally fucking separating her from it. I remember yelling at her as I raised it above my head "God fucking damn it! Don't you fucking understand!? I'm trying to not..." As I swung the tomahawk downwards at her head with the blunt end "KILL YOU!" That finally did it, that last swing finally knocked her the fuck out, now I could easily pass out, just fall down on the ground, probably vomiting onto the ground while I was at it, but looking around through now a mostly empty field, filled with dead bodies of various people that wanted nothing but to die, I saw Wolf and The Bandaged idiot, mainly what I saw was that the Wolf was about to stuff the Idiot into some sort of freaky looking mouth in her stomach.

So I tried my best to get to my feet, dropped her Tomahawk and picked up my sword, grabbed Fell by her arm and began staggering towards the two of them, dragging Fell behind me, trying to think of a way to help the Idiot. And then a thought entered my mind...



This was going to suck, no way this could possibly end well, but there was no other choice really, at this point Kelevra was my only ticket out of here before I bled out, I propped Fell up, as I did I tried my best to hold in my urge to vomit, if I did, it would go all over Fell, which wouldn't be great. Then I put the sword to her throat and yelled out to Wolf, who was almost ready to shove the Bandaged idiot into her stomach mouth. That caught her attention, her wicked smile disappearing in an instant, twisting into a very angered look "You're making a terrible mistake, boy." and her voice, you know, I rarely just take someone referring to me as 'boy' and usually would just shit on them for it, but not with this thing, fuck fucking with whatever that thing was "Let her go, and walk away. Do this, and I will not pursue you." I will also note that my head was not doing so good, it was spinning, there was pain shooting all over my body and I was bleeding from a hole in my side, so yelling was a bit hard, but had to be done "Hey, no problem, didn't want to be here anyway, just hand over the bandaged dumbass and we'll be on our way." Now I'm no body language reader, but it was very obvious with how frustrated Wolf seemed to be, pacing back and forth, still on her fours, like some sort of sentient animal, dragging Kelevra around behind her "Foolish to throw your life away on this poor path that you've chosen." For fuck's sake, not another lecture, I didn't have time for it at that point, I was pretty sure I was developing a high fever the longer this went on, probably from the amount of blood I lost, I really didn't have time for another lecture, which is why I was relieved when she said: "Fine." At this point, Fell began to come to as well, which was on one hand good, because it meant she could walk, on the other hand, it was bad because if she tried to do something, I highly doubt I'd be able to knock her back out again "We let go at the same time. No double crosses. She'll return to me and your precious leader will return to you." Suddenly Fell exclaimed "Ah fuck!" I immediately gripped the sword tighter, bringing it slightly closer to her throat, just to at least make it seem that I WOULD be able to put up a fight and prevent her from trying something, yelling to Wolf that we had a deal and that on the count of three, both of us let go. I started the count, Wolf followed it up "Two..." she began to pull Kelevra away from herself, into a standing position, this was the first time that he was facing me, it was kind of a relief to see him awake, meaning that he could walk back, it would be a bit of a problem if he was still unconscious. This is where the hard part came, this is usually when the double-crossing happens, usually due to people being unable to decide who let's go first, it wasn't that big of a problem for me, mainly because I just didn't have much of a choice, so with a three, I instantly pushed Fell away from myself. And luckily for me, Wolf did the same, both of them now had to walk to their destination and we'd be out of there in an instant...

Yeah, that'd be too easy now wouldn't it?



Fuck man, I still remember the look she gave me as she began to walk away, it wasn't just anger in there, although there was plenty of it expressed, but there was also, sadness? I don't fucking know, why the fuck would she even look back at me? Fucking whatever.




My minute of reflection and pain consumption was interrupted by the Idiots annoying voice, sounding so confident, strutting along the ground with that stupid smile on his face, as if he had actually achieved something there "Well Knitty it's been fun! But as you can see, my eternal party pooper is telling me it's time to wrap it up." And he just kept on talking, not helping my migraine any "I do feel like it's kind of unfair, I mean here we are, creatures who have long since surpassed human limits..." he got closer to Fell "There's Malik with his servant blood..." and then there was a pause as he began to cross paths with Fell, I should have figured the idiot would try something, THE FIRST FUCKING RULE OF WAR IS TO NOT KILL IT'S PRISONERS! What the fuck does the idiot do!? He yanks on her hood, making her jerk back and begins stuffing tendril from his jacket down her throat! And all the while he's fucking laughing along! The idiot just made an enemy for life, one that will not rest until he is dead and probably all of those associated with him! WE HAVE ENOUGH FREAKS GUNNING FOR US AS IS, WE DON'T FUCKING NEED MORE! I started running towards them, in hopes that I could bash in the idiots face with my sword or something to make him back off, but that train of thought was interrupted as the last thing I saw was Wolf leaping forward as well, screaming in rage, which just increased my head pain to such an extent that it was no longer bearable, that fucking scream, what the fuck even was that!? It wasn't human, I'll tell you that much, I instantly grabbed my head in a poor attempt to somehow minimise the pain that was shooting through it, that's when I felt myself coming into contact with the ground, my feet no longer working as they intended because of the pain, all I could see when wincing upwards is Kelevra, right next to me, letting go of Fell who's lifeless body just fell to the ground, as he looked in Wolf's direction with a wicked smile, clearly preparing to throw down with her all over again. In that moment, I must have blinked at some point, because in that same instance, Franky was right there beside us, grabbing onto our shoulders, I knew all too well what he was about to do and was slightly relieved, but I couldn't appreciate the relief fully because as we were Pathing out of there, another wave of pain had come over me, as if thunder had struck my head directly.

And just like that we were back in our hiding place, with me finally being able to throw up in peace. Franky instantly collapsed to the ground, rolling onto his shoulder, which was on fire for some bizarre reason, luckily it wasn't massive and he was able to instantly put it out. I wanted to do nothing but pass out between the loss of blood and the after-effects of using Servant Blood, but anger took over as I heard The Idiot proclaim "Well that was disappointing." As if he just failed at winning a toy at a carnival, in my anger, I staggered to my feet and started walking towards him, somehow I still had the strength to grab him by his jacket's collar and push him against the wall, although that last part wasn't due to my strength, but just my entire body collapsing onto him, needing something to lean on "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?" Can you tell that I was angry? Cause I was livid, this Idiot just actively aggroed one of the most dangerous people in this game, fuck, she isn't even a fucking person! We don't need another eldritch abomination actively hunting us down! And now she will, you've seen her rant over on her blog, this shit isn't going to just blow over! His response was to just push me away, causing me to fall, but before I could hit the ground he grabbed onto my arm, holding me up "Listen, I don't fucking know what exactly made you give that much of a shit about Motormouth..." Yup, he was totally missing the point here "But think about it, I've already attacked her family before, she was already going to come for me regardless..." Gee it's almost as if provoking dangerous psychopaths is a bad idea or something, at this point he pulled me up, letting me lean on the wall "Even more, after this, if I hadn't done what I did, she'd be able to track and follow us in an instant..." he folded his arms and leaned on the same wall "I didn't kill her, I simply gave Wolf something to occupy herself with, whilst I made it harder for her to track us..." he began walking off to his room, I was in too much pain to say anything "Besides, why are you pissed off, it's not like you violated the deal with her..." He turned around and stood in his doorway "The after effects are going to start setting in soon, the Dead Man water is in the cupboard..." he pointed at the cup board, the same water he used on me before when I was slowly dying from all the exposure to all the servant blood I injected myself when I was in a fit of rage. I was about to start going towards it, but Franky was already on it, handing me the jar, he put my arm over his shoulder and began helping me make my way to the bed "Heal up, we're going after your lead next."




And that's what happened, it's fucked, it's pointless, I'm sure Kelevra will post his side of things at some point when he will be done licking up his wounds, but fuck man, was this avoidable.

Fuck it, it happened, don't care, we're going after my lead next, all that matters.

That really sucked.

So the bandaged prick already noted down what happened on his end, but guess I'll summarise: Basically we've been travelling to people's houses, having Kelevra look through their windows in order to see if any of the faces would match the one in Claude's memory. Came to this house, in this neighbourhood, lights were on, so Kelevra perched up on the tree in their backyard and kept an eye out for any people that would walk by any windows. Time was getting into an hour, I was getting bored of just waiting around, I spotted a 7/11 not far so me and Franky decided to go get a few drinks, while Kelevra kept watch. On our way back, we heard gun shots erupting from the area of the house, so we started running back, once we got to the house, the car that was parked near the backyard suddenly started speeding towards me and Franky, we barely managed to jump out of its way. I looked around and saw Kelevra in the backyard, cowering behind a tree, yelling to us that, that was our guy in the car, so we immediately gave chase.

Now I'm not going to pretend that we could outrun a car, the guy was quickly gaining speed, but because of the narrow road and all the cars that were parked on the curb and the coming up turn, he couldn't speed up too much, allowing us to at the very least keep him in our sight, the goal was to somehow stop him from making that turn, because that's when we would definitely lose him. So I yelled at Franky to do something, thinking that maybe he could Path us closer or something like that, instead he just stopped and knelt down on the pavement, I couldn't exactly see what he was doing, because at the time I figured he just tripped so I had to keep running after the car. Eventually the car had reached the turn and as it was in the process of turning, suddenly something jumped onto it's hood from the nearby park's bushes, it was a small, black figure, but the thing that I very clearly see, even at night, were the bright, glowing eyes. The car, predictably swerved and almost ended up turning over on it's side, as it landed back on four wheels, it began to speed up again, that's when I saw another dark figure crawl out from the manhole that the car just drove over, it stopped in the middle of the turn, looking around, it was a Denizen.

For those of you who don't know, Denizens are these freaky creatures that roam around in The Path, nobody knows what exactly they are, whatever they are, they look creepy. They look like feral humans, crawling around on all fours, biting into things, or clawing at things with their sharp, long claws. Their skin is pitch black, but is also extremely thin, it's so thin in fact that when any light falls on them, you can see their skeletons through the skin and all the organs that slush around within them. And their eyes, are like black orbs, that light up like headlights if any light reflects off of them and somehow, Franky can summon them to his aid, something I forgot about during the many years since we last used this ability of his to our advantage.

After the second Denizen finished looking around, it managed to leap onto the back of the car, that once again was trying to pick up the speed it had lost, as the car veered out of my sight, I could hear the sound of glass breaking, followed up by a man's scream and then the unmistakable sound of the car crashing into something. This was it, my chance to capture the man that was one of the people behind Alesa's murder, I sped up, anger and excitement fuelling me. However, as I was about to turn the corner I tripped over something and fell flat on my face, I immediately got up and was ready to resume my chase only to realise that once I got past the turn, I was greeted with another street, row of cars parked on the curb, leading up to another turn, no wrecked vehicle in sight. The street looked eerily similar to the one me and Franky were running down just a few minutes ago, the major difference being that all the buildings looked abandoned, dilapidated even, the road had various cracks in it and all the parked cars had massive, black tree branches growing through them. I looked behind me, to see what I tripped over, it was a black root growing through the concrete, no doubt about it, I was inside The Path, worst thing about that, is that Franky wasn't the one who transported me there, no, when Franky Paths us through, he usually does it as quickly as possible, I barely ever get to even catch a glimpse of what The Path actually looks like inside, until that day, that is.

There was nothing I could do other than walk down that road all over again, with my hand on my sword, I started walking towards the turn all over again. The further I walked, the heavier the air would get, it was getting harder to breathe, to a point where I was sweating profusely, whilst just trying to keep walking, it's as if I was about to have a heart attack or something. I had to stop and catch my breath, I leaned against one of the cars and stood there for a few minutes, that's when I noticed the noise around me, noise of a heart beating, at first I thought it was my heart, but no, this sound was from somewhere else, so loud, I could hear it crystal clear, to a point where it would start to press down on my ears and actually start giving me a migraine. When I looked up from the ground, looking in the direction of the turn, I could see a light emanating from the turn, the way it was dancing against the black trees, implied that the source of the light was a fire. Reminding me that one of Alesa's murderers could be seizing this opportunity to escape, anger came back and I started to walk through the street with greater pace than before, doing my best to ignore the heavy air, the migraine, everything.

But

I was not prepared for what I was going to see once I made that turn. There, around that turn, in the middle of the street    there she was

Alesa, her ginger hair flailing around, behind her the fire, white fire, just burning away at whatever it was. When she saw me, she gave me one of her bright smiles, god, she was too kind for any of this shit. She started waving at me, as if nothing ever happened, as if she wasn't dead from a bullet wound to her head. as if she wasn't currently buried in a cemetery, then that feeling came back, a feeling I'm all too familiar with, the hand that was on my sword was shaking, I wanted to do it, then and there. But quickly, that feeling faded away with his appearance, Slender Man was standing behind Alesa, spreading it's long arms to the sides. A lot of people have different descriptions for it, usually with it wearing a suit of some kind and I have seen it before in a suit, but this time, it wasn't wearing a suit, it's body seemed to protrude directly from the ground, it's black body appearing to be pointy and crooked in places, as if it was made out of the black branches itself, I couldn't even see it's white head due to all the white fire behind it. Different branches began to grow from it's body and wrap around Alesa, lifting her up with ease, she was still waving away with that bright smile of hers, completely oblivious to what was going on, it was lifting her up, to where it's head supposedly was.

then       




she started to catch on fire, the white fire, it burned away her hair, her skin began to melt revealing her bones and despite all that, she was still waving, still smiling.


it was terrible, i wanted to throw up then and there, i was terrified, i wanted to      wanted to



Then I heard screaming, this bloodcurdling screaming, sounded like it was coming from a woman, but it wasn't Alesa, she just kept on smiling. The scream was coming from everywhere around me and then suddenly it was coming directly from behind me, it was getting closer, i wanted to look around, to look away, but i couldn't, i just couldn't and as the scream got closer, I braced myself for whatever was going to happen next.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, opening my eyes, I instantly turned around to see Franky holding on to my shoulder. Looking behind him, the street was normal again, no black branches penetrating the row of cars, abandoned buildings and I could feel heat behind me. Turning around, the source of the heat was the car that we were chasing, it was on fire, smashed against one of the lamp posts, the driver was outside of it, sprawled out on the ground, bleeding from his neck. Trying to wrap my head around everything, Franky pulled on my shoulder, alerting me to the sirens that could be heard in the distance, with various onlookers already staring at the scene from their windows. We quickly ran into the park that was next to the turn and once convinced that we were out of sight of regular onlookers, Franky Pathed me to where Kelevra was.

After which we Pathed our way out of the neighbourhood back to our hiding place.

I've been keeping an eye on the police reports of the incident since, the car's plate number made it easy to track down any relevant information. The driver also survived, he is currently in the hospital recovering.

That's going to be our next stop, Kelevra won't be joining us on this one, since he departed somewhere on his own two days ago, didn't say where, don't really care.






I hated typing this out.

Hunting down assholes.

Ok, if you want to stay up to date in more detail about what I'm going to be talking about here, then read this shit, it's full of pointless, pseudo-philosophical bullshit that the Bandaged Idiot loves to spew to make himself seem more complex, or whatever.

If you don't want to, here's the TL;DR you lazy asshole: Because Kelevra is inside of Claude's body he can dig through his memories. Only thing he digs up are the faces of the killers, cause he's a useless asshole. We go to the police department that was closest to the murder. Raided their evidence locker, found a bullet that caused the death.

Since then, I've been spending the last few weeks researching on how to connect the unique bullet markings to the guns that they were fired from. Now this isn't some CSI bullshit, you can't actually track a bullet to a specific gun, by running the markings through a magical printer and then hacking through the cyberspace to locate the owner of the gun. However, if the markings are left intact, you can identify what type of gun this bullet was fired from.

In this case it was a Kimber K6S Revolver, probably was chosen because it is easily concealed. Ok, so I know the type of gun that was used, what now? Now we log onto the proxy-run database and start looking through where in our area were these orders placed and who have withdrawn this specific firearm from the weapon cache. If you're wondering about the database, it's a database that proxy organisations have been using to coordinate their attacks, finances, placement of orders, etc.

Think of it as normies think of the deep web, pretty similar to that, only a lot more organised. Now ordinarily, I wouldn't have access to it, only leaders of cells have access to it, luckily for us Claude was one of those and thanks to Kelevra's further digging in his memory, he was able to find out the log in information. So a little bit of digging through placed orders from the manufacturer of the K6S, then reading through every name that withdrew that specific gun, followed by me googling every name to find their photo (Some of these idiots own facebook accounts, hilarious) so Kelevra could cross reference the faces he saw in Claudes memory to find a match. That last part in particular was a pain in the ass, mainly because Kelevra has this tendency to fuck off whenever he wants without informing anyone, but at some point I managed to force him to sit down and go through the photos I found, none of them fit, which sucked, but it's ok, in turn this ended up crossing out a bunch of names on the list, leaving only 11 names that I was not able to find photos of.

So I'm figuring for the next few weeks, we'll be tracking down all of the 11 names in person, which I hope isn't too hard, don't want to be near Kelevra for a long period of time, guy's fucking annoying as shit.

That's it, fuck off.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Yes, I'm alive and updating this stupid blog for some reason... Well there is a reason, the reason being, so that a certain, annoying fuck-head would stop pestering me about it.

No point in beating around the bush, I'm currently on the run with Kelevra and I don't even know why, hence the title of the post.

Last I updated this blog me and Franky were holed up in one of many dilapidated buildings present in London, with me slowly dying. From what Kelevra said, all the shit I injected myself with from that briefcase was catching up with me, it sure as hell felt like it, I practically lost feeling all over my body, I could see some parts of my skin changing into sickly green colours and my vomit was of similar colour, but was also, always accompanied with blood. In simple terms, I was rotting from the inside and I wasn't having a good time, but you know what? I was ready to die, kind of welcomed it too, there was nothing left to live for, Alesa is dead and Claude disappeared, what the fuck was there left for me to do? Run and survive? Fuck that.

But of course, the annoying shit-stain that is Kelevra, who is currently looking at me writing this post and is telling me not to call him that, on account of it being rude, but he can go fuck himself, because he is indeed an annoying shit-stain.

Busted into our little hideout, I don't know how he found us, don't really care and he doesn't feel like sharing, says it's irrelevant. So he strolled in, Franky was immediately on his guard, probably ready to call up his pets for help, but the bandaged fuck just raised his hands and said that he came in peace.

Me and Franky of course didn't buy any of it, we knew who he was, I'm sure this will tickle his dick, but the dude did have quite the reputation prior to his death and because of that, we knew that not only was he dangerous, he also fancied himself some sort of Lecter-styled manipulator.

So Franky didn't let his guard down, until Shit-stain started talking, now Franky never talks, so his diplomacy skills are non-existent, which is why it's a good thing that Shit-stain ignored him and just proceeded to talk to me.

Told me to keep my pet (Referring to Franky) on a leash, how him calling up a bunch of Denizens wouldn't help us at all and how if he wasn't allowed to come closer, I would die.

I tried to muster up a laugh, because the whole situation was so ridiculous. Here's this known psychopath, with delusions of grandeur, who has access to magical voodoo which he used several times to take on the likes of Starfucker and etc. And of all places, he is here, talking to me an unknown nobody, who he never interacted with, who was on his death bed.

I naturally told him to go fuck himself, but he just kept on talking, about how he had medicine that could help me, heal me completely and keep me alive, at first I thought that this guy was thick in the head and just wasn't getting the message, but then I realised, he wasn't talking to me at that point, he was applying pressure to Franky, who at this point eased his stance. I'd be angry in that moment if I wasn't confused, as I said, I never was that close with Franky, none of us were, apart from Alesa I guess, mainly due to him being a weird fuck who is always hiding behind his mask and who never talks. When and why he started caring about me to any extent, I have no idea, but he did and that's exactly what Shit-stain used to make him step aside.

I would yell at him not to do that, but I started vomiting at that point, after I was done puking my guts out, without getting a spare moment to tell him to fuck off, he shoved a water bottle in my mouth, filled with what looked like regular water and forced me to drink it, fucker nearly choked me.

Then something happened, last thing I remember is me mouthing off and yelling at Shit-stain until, according to Shit-stain, I lost consciousness. And apparently, I was knocked out for two days, when I came to, I felt good as new, I regained feeling in my body, all the sickly green spots were gone and overall, physically, I felt great. I don't know what he made me drink, he said that he will post an explanation on his blog at some point, as if anybody cares.

My main point of concern was, why? Why in the fuck did he save my life and what the fuck exactly did he want with me?

He went off on some philosophical mumbo jumbo for a bit, taking his sweet time to get to the point, which was, he needed a planner, someone who could look over his own plans and tell him where they sucked. Apparently being ambushed by Starfucker really fucked him up. So why me? He didn't really answer that question, he kind of did, but I can tell that wasn't the full answer, the answer that he did give me was that I was the only person that he knew of from the blog who had some kind of strategic management abilities.

Regardless, I yet again, told him to fuck off, not interested.







Until he said that he knew where Claude was...

More than that, he knew who gave the order to kill Alesa...

Yeah, he could be playing me, as I said, dude fancies himself as some sort of super-psychology-manipulator man. But I kind of just don't care, if he kills me, he kills me, whatever, but this is the only lead I have, in not only finding Claude, but even going beyond him and taking out the fucker who gave the order to begin with.

If I wasn't with Kelevra right now, I'd probably be dead with a bullet in my head.






Fuck blogging.