Somebody, please, help, he won't leave me alone, it hurts, burns, every time he throws me into the darkness, I see them, eating away at me bit by bit.

I've regained control, don't know for how long, it seems to happen spontaneously and when I'm in THERE, he keeps bringing back memories, of everyone I have ever let down.

Alesa, oh God Alesa, I'm so sorry...

Help me.

Really need to off him

Right, things got really out of control this time.

After the last incident, Claude's gang was basically stuck in that place, I don't exactly know why they refused to move, but whatever. What I can confirm is that they did indeed read this blog, they saw my post, they took Claude back in only at gun point, after which they locked him up in a room and kept him there for months.

For a while Claude would try to get out of the room, from a distance it seemed like he was pleading with them about something, but at some point he seemed to have realized that there was no point, so he would just stay put. Occasionally they'd come in and feed him, sometimes even a lot of them coming in to just have a chat and a drink with him. It was obvious that they were not going to give up on his insane ass, at least they were smart enough to keep him out of the loop.

It didn't really help them, as I said, they should have either given me a chance to off him, or should have done it themselves. See Claude's room window was exiting right into my rooftop's direction, so we could pretty much keep a constant eye on him.

And for a while nothing of note happened, hence why no posting on my part, nothing from an occasional thrashing in his sleep and waking up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweat.

But then, just a few days ago, Claude woke up in the middle of the night again, but this time he was very clearly in pain, holding his head, shaking, struggling to make it to the bathroom to the point of him falling over and crawling towards it, once he did crawl into the bathroom he was out of our field of view and for a few minutes it was quiet. Then, all of a sudden his teammates burst through his door, clearly alerted by something, one of the ran towards the bathroom's direction and then immediately that same person got flung out of the bathroom, across the room.

Following that, Claude immediately ran out of the bathroom and jumped directly out the window through which we were spying on him. I thought that maybe he finally decided to commit suicide, but sadly he made it onto the neighboring rooftop which was directly underneath his window. Once he had landed and stopped for a few seconds I saw those things, the black tendrils which were sticking out of his back, it looked really nasty, they were burning through his flesh. His teammate opened fir on Claude through the broken window but they missed and Claude began to run towards other neighboring rooftops.

Looked like he was trying to escape, but he seemed to be lost, as if he had no idea where he was at all, he was just darting in some random direction and I guess that makes sense when you're being shot at.

His team members didn't seem to be losing him any time, I could see some of them chasing him down in a car down on the streets, two of them were outright chasing him down through the rooftops. At some point Claude ran out of rooftops to jump to and the two guys who were chasing him caught with him, Claude was now stuck on the edge of a roof with two guns pointed at him and judging by the sound of a screeching car, it seemed like their car stopped near that building as well. He was cornered and I was sure that he was finally going to die.

But, to my surprise and an even bigger surprised of his ex-friends, his tendrils, suddenly lunged at the two guys, grabbing their hands in which they were holding their guns and pulling them up, making their guns fire off into the sky and then the other two tendrils reached out and wrapped around their necks, lifting them in the air and choking them. My mind couldn't comprehend what was happening, sure I read about proxies having tendrils and shit like that, but to read about it is one thing, to see it is a completely different story.

The entire time that they were choking to death, Claude was smiling, it's like he was having a time of his life, he had completely lost it.

After their bodies stopped struggling and seemed to have finally died, Claude walked over the ledge with the tendrils carrying the bodies behind him and then he dropped them off the roof, it sounded like the bodies came down landing on top of their car. After that, Claude went back to a different rooftop and ran down it's roof access, obviously trying to escape.

I was about to alert Franky, so we can give chase, but to my surprise Franky himself grabbed me and started pulling me towards the edge off the roof we were located on. I only had a split second to glance behind me and then I saw him, Slenderman, standing on the same roof as us, I haven't seen him for months, nobody has, then again, nobody blogs anymore so no surprise of him not being mentioned at all. Once I turned to face Franky, ready to start running with him, all of a sudden, now he is pushing me back, I tried to fight him off, but he kind of forced me to turn around, noticing that we were on a completely different roof now, on a completely different street, somehow he got us out of there, literally in a blink of an eye, it was disorienting as fuck, but fuck it, he got us out safely.

Shit hit the fan

Still alive, reason for silence is because me and Franky were following Claude's gang throughout the country, while also trying our best to avoid the death squads. They've been moving frantically, non-stop, not allowing me the time to write anything up and by the time they settled in, I completely forgot that I have this blog.

But today is finally the time I can update, because their gang was forced to stop for a longer period of time due to what happened and what happened is... Well, Claude lost it, completely, it's clear that he went insane, I don't really care, doesn't change how I feel about him or what I'm going to do to him.

But yeah, I'm sue you saw the post from him, I don't know what it means, what I do know is that shortly after he posted it, he killed a few of his gang members. Not on purpose of course.

See, him and 2 other guys were driving somewhere, probably to get some supplies, or to scout the area, he was behind the steering wheel, I noticed he had a few band aids on his face, probably cut himself while shaving or some shit. Doesn't matter.

Everything was fine, they were speeding through the high way not far from the building their gang was holed up in, I could see them driving off through my binoculars from the neighboring rooftop, when all of a sudden, Claude swerved like a madman, jumped out of the car and the car went flying off the highway with the 2 bastards still in the car.

As he knelt down on the ground, he was holding his head, at first I thought he was recovering from pain after diving out of a speeding vehicle, but no, he seemed to be able to move just fine after the incident. However, what did happen while he was sitting down, holding his head, he broke off into screams, the highway was empty due to it being the middle of the night, so I could make out what he yelled out from a distance. He was yelling something about someone being in the back seat, now as the person who was actually there and saw the inside of the car the entire time, there was absolutely nobody there apart from one of his buddies.

However, I'm sure he told his gang that they got attacked or some shit like that, hence why I'm posting this. I'm not saying he intentionally killed them, however, I am saying that he is unstable, so I suggest you give him up to me and move on.

That is of course if any of you are reading this, I'll get him regardless, doesn't matter to me, this would just save me plenty of time.

Lost...

i am lost..........

and yet , I can feel. his presence/// soclosesoclose

i cantsee himhear him he wontleave

helpmepplease,, repeatrepeatrepeatrepeatrepeatrepeatrepeatrepeatrepeatrepeatrepeatforget

Moving

Welp, apparently, my dear ol' team of cowards have voted to move to a different base.

These idiots still think they will be able to get out of the country, their amazing plan is to keep moving non-stop and keep gathering any finances they can, to get all of us the fuck out of UK.

Never mind the fact that you are spending the funds you already have by moving non-stop, so you're basically entrapping yourself in a non-stop loop of endless fund gathering, but hey, this is a team, a club, leadership decisions are voted upon, not made by one person.

I of course can still let them know that it is a completely idiotic decision, but then again, it's a stupid decision to still believe that you will be able to flee the country with the amount of pressure that is currently falling on top of proxies.

Apparently, they got scared of the denizens, despite the fact that we had zero casualties during that shitty attempt of an attack. I told them not to be afraid of them, that they wouldn't attack us again, but they didn't want to take the risk, I was also called crazy for wanting to stay put.

Been a lot of that going around lately actually, people calling my insane or crazy, simply because I chose to move on from my past life and someone else didn't. Oh well, in that case, I guess I am insane, who would have figured.

Been a lot of going on not only on the blog websites, some team members have noticeably started to question my sanity as well after I stabbed that one guy's hand. Despite the fact that he could have startled the denizen's retreat and make them start attacking us in panic. I mean, sure, the reason I stabbed him is because I didn't want him to kill Malik, but I was also thinking of our own safety.

Oh, some of you also took note of the Azoth coat, yeah, all a result of that syringe I stabbed myself with on the behalf of the higher ups, they must have known that this would happen and as a result wanted me to work for them, by using this as my weapon. Too bad for them, I'm not working for them anymore, which is honestly their own fault.

Oh well.

Fucking Denizens

So after almost a month of tiny attacks on Claude's little base, we were ready to charge a full frontal attack.

The plan was, to attack their base over the course of several weeks, to thin out the herd. Franky's pets did all the work in that regard, some would be successful in dealing damage, others would be so shit at their task, they'd be spotted immediately and shot into oblivion. But it didn't matter that much, since we were stealing dealing damage, even if the little attack was a failure, now they were constantly on the look out, worried, cause our attacks were anything BUT regular.

However, we'd be getting nowhere if we kept that up, the clean up squads could appear any day and fuck everything up for me, not to mention, Franky isn't a machine, calling up on those things takes a lot of energy out of him, so doing it as frequently as we did, wore him out almost entirely.

So a decision was made, summon as many of those things as he possibly could and order them to swarm Claude's base entirely. In the mean time, I would sneak through inside and chop Claude's head off.

Franky did exactly that, it was a good amount of Denizens that started to crawl out from the trees, or from under the ground, all crawling in the direction of Claude's base. However, after summoning so many, Franky passed out, so I was on my own, which was fine with me, I was about to get ready to start looping around the base, but then my plan went tits up, because Claude decided to come outside with his gang, who were preparing to start shooting at the advancing Denizen mini-army.

And then the plan even further to shit, because, for some bizarre fucking reason, the denizens all of a sudden stopped, just about at the same time Claude walked out. At first I thought that they stopped because Franky was passed out, but they were crawling toward the base while he was passed out anyway, so there must have been another reason. Anyway, not all of them stopped, but a good majority did, those few that kept on crawling were shot into hell with absolutely no problems.

I kept watching from the top of the hill we were situated on, trying to think of a different plan, while those stupid denizens just sat in their place and willingly got shot. That's when a bullet passed right near my head, grazed my fucking ear, a sniper noticed me, had to get down under cover, at this point I was planning to retreat, I was about to grab Franky and get the fuck out of dodge. But then I heard a scream coming from the direction of the base, somebody was hurt, I thought that maybe the denizens finally woke up from their stupor and started attacking. So I risked to stick my head out once again, just so I could see what was happening, the denizens were nowhere to be seen, they either crawled away in fear, or got shot into oblivion.

However, I was able to locate the source of the scream, it was one of Claude's gang members who was standing next to Claude. This... This was an uncomfortable sight to witness, Claude's jacket sleeve seemed to have morphed into a small, black, pickaxe which was firmly planted inside the screaming man's hand, the sleeve on his other arm seemed to have shortened too. And that look on his face, that demented smile, Claude was never a psychopath, a scumbag and a coward, sure, but never a deranged psychopath who found pleasure in the pain of others.

And as I kept looking, I also saw the sniper rifle, on the ground, right next to the screaming man. There was no doubt about it, Claude had stabbed the sniper that almost took my head off.

This is bad news, because it seems like that Azoth Claude injected himself with, somehow Claude is capable of controlling it. I don't know how he managed, but he somehow did, however, it doesn't matter, sure it gives him an edge, but not by much. Plus, we thinned out his gang so he is less protected.

Only thing I'm wondering is why you stabbed the bastard, I'm sure you will answer, you fucking twat.

Getting tired of this

I really am.

Decided to post, since Claude decided to spam the fuck out of this blog and quite frankly, it pisses me off that somehow he managed to make it so, that I'm no longer the owner of the blog, but a contributor and he is the owner, which means, I can't delete any of his posts, or comments, at the very least, I can post and comment myself, so this isn't completely covered in shit.

Right, so the last post, you've finally started to try and shift the blame onto other people, well you can save you breath, you may have just opened the door for them, but you're just as guilty, since you didn't even try to warn her, to protect her, you didn't give a shit and that's why you're in my crosshair, you think that once I'm done with you I'll stop? I knew you were stupid, I didn't know you were naive too, what do you think I will be doing once you're dead!? I'm going to hunt the son's of bitches who carried out the murder and then I will hunt down the one's who gave them the order.

And yes, you're right, I may have some shit happening to my body, after I injected myself so much with all of that shit, but if you think that will stop me, you're fucking wrong. Especially now that Franky is with me, he may not talk a lot, doesn't talk at all, but I can understand that the reason he's here and why he helped me, is because he is also pissed that you murdered her, so you and your merry bag of douches better be on your toes. Because not only can we pop in at any time we want, Franky can also call up his friends at any moment.

Oh and another quick warning, I have cut your severed your funds source this weekend. So you don't have a stable money flow anymore, so your plan to high tail it out of the country is pretty much ruined. Now you're stuck in that little base of yours, with me and Franky waiting to make our move and other hit squads slowly approaching, I finally got you.

Nowhere to run now you bastard and no one to hide behind.