Motherfucker

He keeps appearing, keeps following me, everywhere I attack, he just stands and watches, he doesn't try to stop me, he just watches.

The fucking Slenderman keeps watching and it's pissing me off, I don't know what he does, but he doesn't let me fall asleep, I just can't fall asleep around him, haven't slept for three days, those three days seem to be effecting me, I keep hearing voices in my head.

Can't make out what the fuck they are saying, but it's still distracting. Spent the entire last night yelling my lungs out at him, cursing at him, insulting him in any way possible, I wanted him to do something, anything, I wanted to provoke him to attack me, but no, he just kept starring, motherfucker.

On the bright side, for every night I didn't sleep, I wrecked few remaining proxy places here. A non-stop, 3 day assault, fun. No leads on you Claude, nobody seems to know where you are, or if they did, they sure didn't talk about it, you know? All this attacking left me with a few questions, they try so hard to protect the information on where you currently are, why?

Why the fuck don't they tell me where you are, when their own life is at stake? Are you blackmailing them, or something? Threatening? Hell, why the fuck are they even offering you a place to lay low? What makes you so God Damn special? Since when did they give a shit about one of their own dying?

Why am I even asking, you're not going to answer, besides, it wouldn't matter, you're going to be dead either way, fucking asshole.

And then I'm coming after you, Richard. Yeah, even though I haven't learned why you're protecting Claude, I did learn on who gave out the order for her execution.

So you survived, and? What's next? What can you possibly do?

It's just you against all of us and last time I checked, you're just one person, who's physical state is below average. Anybody could easily snap you like a twig.

Now, I don't know how you pulled off the Timberwolf bar massacre, but then again, it's Timberwolves, they were never that smart, I'm sure you used one of your "brilliant" strategies, or whatever.

I figured that trying to reason with you is just a waste of time and while it saddens me to see you try so hard to avenge Alesa's death, just admit that you can't do jack shit, do yourself a favour and use that sword on your own neck.

As for the proxy organisation fallen apart, part. Yeah, true, however, we're not the only ones suffering from that, many other organisations are experiencing the same shit, hell, they are having it worse than us. At least we still have the whole city in our pockets, so yeah.

Face it man, if we don't get to you first, Slendy will, from what you told us, he seems to be already hunting your ass.

Just disappear into obscurity, why don't ya?

The Big Man

Slenderman himself is standing outside my window right now. Never liked him, I hate things I can't understand, not that I'm scared, feeling of fear drops when you've had a near death experience. I used to be afraid of him though, the thing always sent a chill up my spine, as I said, I hate things I don't understand.

But whatever, he can stand there all he fucking wants, I don't care. I'm too busy right now, with what? Hunting that shit-face down, they took him somewhere, don't know where, gave him a good cover up. But he didn't leave town, nah, too much hassle to leave town because of a kid like me, I'm not really a threat, am I, Claude?

Funny thing is, the Proxy groups have been like ants these past couple of months. The organizations are falling apart from what I hear, too many psychopaths attacking and killing heavy hitters in the organizations. Which means that the "Higher Ups" are slowly falling apart.

And once they're on the ground, I'm not going to miss the opportunity to snatch them up. I already know who's behind all of this anyway, I wasn't just sucking up my shitty wounds, I was researching.

I think I actually snapped a little bit, mentally. Can't see anything but me, slitting Claude's throat with my sword, when I'm awake, when I'm asleep, same image.

Wonder how it'll feel, probably really good.

Cunts, bunch of fucking cunts.

Wanting me to tell them my secrets, beating the shit out of me, shooting three bullets into me, dumping me in the alleyways, did you think I'd just die?

I mean, granted, it took me a while to suck up my wounds, but, fuck you, I'm back.

Claude, your ass goes first.

Next up are the boys in gray, the ones who pulled the trigger.

And then, the "Higher Ups" themselves.

I made a mistake, my bad, I promise, from now on, no more mistakes. One is enough for me, thank you very much.

Did I forget to say anything else?

Oh yeah, fuck you Claude.

Idiot

He kidnapped her, a friend of mine I told you about in the previous posts.

He kidnapped her because he wanted me to show up and fight him one on one, what a fucking idiot...

For someone who is supposed to be smart, he sure as hell made a stupid mistake, apparently he didn't take into account that we had snipers surrounding the building for when I showed up.

But no worries, we didn't kill him, only shot him in the shoulder.

Currently he is tied up, being interrogated by the agents of the higher ups, they want to know how he was able to murder an entire bar of TimberWolves on his own, he's not telling.

All we hear in response is just him spewing insults and curses, nothing new.

I bet, once they get out what they want from him, they'll probably kill him, so I guess this blog is as good as over with.

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.