Expectance

You didn't expect that I would find your new hideout.

You didn't expect that I would be able to go through the guards that you've been assigned.

You didn't expect that I would be able to hack into your computer.

You didn't expect that I would steal your camera and not wait for you, in order to slit your God Damn throat.

You didn't expect to see that little video message.

You didn't expect that I would track you precious friend down and kidnap her.

That's 6 mistakes on your part. You know what the deal is, one on one, otherwise she dies, trust me, I'm not above steeping to the same lows you did.

Waiting.

Nice Try

Trying to shut down this blog? Nah buddy, ain't happening, you don't have the access to that sort of shit. I'd shut it down, but I have no other means of contact with you, I want you to see I'm coming, I want you to know that I'm approaching. I'm not even going to address your pathetic post, actually no, I will, that last bit where you threaten me back by saying that they are looking for me.

Good one, remember the claw marks in my room? The broken iron grating on the windows? The piles of dead TimberWolf bodies in that bar? You never stopped to think and connect the dots did you? That's your problem, you overlook a lot of things these days, what happened? Guilt eating you up? Too bad, it sure as hell ain't going to help you.

I don't care if you shift or share the blame, all I care about is tracking down every single fucker who is responsible for her death and that doesn't mean only you, it also means those boys who carried out the deed and then the big cheese himself.

Sadly for you, the body count begins with you, so you better prepare, cause I just made my move.

And I'll keep making those moves.

I'm Sorry

Malik, I know you're not going to accept this apology, God knows I don't deserve to be forgiven, but at least let me explain and understand from my perspective.

If I could, I would have prevented the moment when she was taken away from us, if I had that choice, I would have taken it. For fuck's sake, you guys felt like my family, a feeling I didn't have for a very long time.

I tried to prevent this from happening, but after your little Gramophone fiasco and after Alesa voiced her clear dislike and disgust for our organization. They wanted to remove her, in order for you to finally be convinced to work for them, it was their plans, their schemes and I had to make a choice. Either I sacrifice one friend for the life of the other, or they kill both of you.

So yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for constantly being caught up between those choices which are out of my control. I'm sorry for you having a stick up your ass on working for them. I'm sorry your actions made Alesana write that post which ultimately brought her demise.

I'm sorry to Alesana...

You know who I'm not sorry to? You, Malik. Who the fuck are you, to blame me for everything? You're just as much to blame for this as I am, since it was your loud mouth, your actions that brought this upon her, upon me!

Oh no, let's blame Claude, like we always do, right? I thought that this moment would at least make you grow up a little, but no, I was wrong, you still have that childish mentality, you still think that you are always correct, you still think that you are the voice of the voiceless?

You know what, fuck you! You threaten me? Well, right back at you buddy.

I hope you know that they are hunting you down and once they do, I doubt they will settle for only the skin this time.

Have a fun life.

A Facade

You told me to meet you at her grave, to have a meaningful conversation, so I did.

You started telling me how I should drop it, how it is pointless to pursue revenge, how it will eat me up from the inside. I think I would have listened, I mean it makes sense, I can't kill all of them, I might as well end myself, or carry on, one of those. All of this would have made sense, all your words would make sense.....One problem.

It's kind of ridiculous to make sense of a lie, especially when it's coming from a person who is staring me dead in the eyes and is telling me this bullshit, not once flinching.

There, in the rain, I asked you, I made you swear on our friendship to tell me that you had nothing to do with it. You looked me dead in the eyes, knowing that I knew the truth you said "No".

See, that night, when she was killed, it wasn't the timberwolves that visited her, the people that visited her were the same people who beat the living shit out of me, that's right, the higher up's boys. They just walked up to her while she was on the couch, watching TV, they put the pillow over her head and released one bullet, after that they casually walked out, not before leaving the Timberwolf symbol on the wall.

But how were they able to sneak up on her you ask? I mean, breaking the door should have made some noise, right? Not when someone willingly opens it for them. That night, you weren't on a mission, you were inside the house, with her and you opened the door for them.

It was supposed to be a simple clean up mission, right? And it would have been, if only you wouldn't have forgot about the cameras installed inside all of the Proxy houses, right? But maybe you did think of that, I mean, the footage goes directly "Upstairs" so nobody can really see it, right? Well, what if I told you, that somebody, a long time ago, intercepted the frequency of the file send and had them accessed on his own laptop?

Don't look at me, Alesana was the one to do it, but on my request.

I saw you Claude, I saw you willingly opening the door for them and while you didn't carry out the deed, you were part of it, you could have saved her, but you didn't and then you proceeded to lie right into my face. You swore on our friendship and you lied, there is no friendship, not anymore.

In fact, once you read this, I'll be gone. Sleep with one eye open, cause now, I'm going to be coming after you.

You piece of shit.

Proper Funeral and Farewell

Today we finally gave her a proper funeral.

It was a quiet funeral, not many people, only a few.

I'm not going to explain on what happened with the bar, or whatever, it's none of anybody's business. Even if I wanted to explain, I'm not quite sure I would be able to, some memories are just too blurry to make out.

Claude had to go into a meeting, so I had to travel home alone, which I'm perfectly fine with, don't have to listen to him being all worried and concerned.

I think I'm going to finish with this blogging business, Alesa was the only one who was forcing me to write here, with her gone, I don't really see any purpose to continue, I don't know about Claude, but for me this is a farewell.

To nobody who cared.

Found Him

So, we've been silent for a long time.

Was busy tracking down Malik.

I don't know what happened, but when we found him, he was sitting in the pool of blood and pile of Timberwolf bodies. I don't want to talk badly about Malik or anything, but he hardly possess the ability to stand his ground against about 30 grown guys with weapons, he should have been dead.

But no, we bust into the bar and find him sitting there, naked, covered in blood, staring off into nothingness, pile of bodies surrounding him. All of the bodies have claw marks, bite marks, some limbs were torn off, it was just a mess.

We got him out of there, I called up our local "Cleaner" who was going to clean up the mess.

He hasn't said a word ever since, I've been keeping a constant eye on him ever since I brought him back to our home.

I have no idea what to do now and I have no idea what the hell happened.

What the fuck!?

Malik's room door has been ripped off it's hinges, there's claw marks all over his room and the steel window grading I installed, so that Malik wouldn't runaway and do something rash, have been bent and broken off.

His room is a total mess and I have no idea where he is. To anyone who might see him, get in contact with me, immediately.