Ionduchtú

??????: C///// D////


Olcán taught Cavan how to draw sigils that could protect him partially from His influence, how to properly handle a knife,


Seeing you wave that thing around is almost sad... How have you managed to kill anyone swiping around wildly like that? How have you managed to not kill yourself with that knife with how loosely you hold it?


and how to protect places he stayed in from Him and his, formerly, fellow Hollowed.


Ámhra taught him how to use Glamours to hide his presence from Him, how to change your face with simple alterations to your hair, clothes, and a small amount of makeup, and how to disappear in a crowd, or when there is no one else around.


Cavan sits beside the two creatures, staring into the fire.


I don't know why I haven't asked this... but why are you all helping me? I know you're working to make sure I don't go back to work under my L-... Him... but I don't see what you get out of this?

  
Ámhra looks over at Olcán, clearly looking to see what all they should actually share. Tell him everything.


It's... not our place to say... Your next guide should give you a fairly good grasp on what we need you to do... but it's not for us to tell you more than what you need to know from us. Know that once you're out on your own again, we'll still be watching.


... Is that a promise or a threat?


I think it's safer to take it as both. If we hadn't intercepted you when we did, you would have died. He was going to leave you there broken and dying. Without us, you would be dead. Be grateful, and follow our instruction, okay? 
Even with so much of his (Cavan's) humanity stripped away, his stubbornness never faltered...  gods damn him.
Cavan gives a short nod. 


Good... He's almost ready for you. You should get some sleep and once you're ready, we'll show you to the next guide.

??????????????

???????: Ca?an Do?an Now there's a name: "Caan Doan" Ruler Stag, or maybe Leader, the Little Black One.

The Den is warm and inviting. Lit in the middle by a low burning fire, a small hole in the roof made to let the smoke escape. To one side of the fire sits a wolf with black armour sitting beside it, eyeing Cavan as he enters. To the other sits a massive Magpie, he believes from the feathers he can see. This bird is also as large as the wolf, who, as Cavan draws closer, he sees is as big as he is. The Magpie is wearing a pure white mask over it's face.


The Wolf seems to smile at him before speaking.


Hello Cavan. My name is Olcán. This is Ámhra. We're your next guides. He will teach you how t-


The magpie seems to get overly excited and hops over a little closer to the other side of the fire before interrupting the wolf.


I'll teach you how to stay hidden from that skinny bastar-


Ámhra I told you, we're going to take turns talking...


Olcán gives a frustrated huff before turning once more to Cavan and continuing.


He'll show you how to hide yourself from the sight of... Him. I'll teach you how to defend yourself better... Okay Ámhra, it's your turn now.


Ámhra slowly steps over, his head lowered a little as he glances over at Olcán before looking back over at Cavan and lifting his head, giving his wings a few flaps before he begins.


And after we teach you what we know, we'll send you to the last guide. I think you'll get a kick out of them. And He never understood exactly who they were... I suppose that was for the best.

You know... considering who I served... you'd think seeing wonderous, or fantastical things wouldn't surprise me anymore... but you two are... unique to say the least.


Cavan smirks and reaches over to Ámhra and taps on the mask, causing Ámhra to flap a wing and hit him on the back of the head.


Hey! No touching the mask!


Why? Have something to hide?
I wonder what Cavan would say if he knew where he was, and who these creatures were...

Don't we all?

????? ??? ????

S??????: Cavan Dolan


As Cavan walks through the woods, it strikes him that he hasn't heard a single sound other than the figure he'd briefly spoken too. No rustling of trees, no creaking of wood, no sounds of animals far off in the distance running by. He kicks at the ground and does hear the small stones he kicks skitter across the forest floor, but once they stop moving all goes silent again. Even in His presence Cavan had never experienced such complete sile-


Oh lost little thing...
She really is a delight.

Cavan whirls around to face the voice he had heard behind him. There's nothing there. The voice couldn't have been more than a few feet away from hi-


You worked so hard...


Once again directly behind him, and when he turns, once again, nothin-


And he just threw you away like a piece of trash.
FILTH

I WAS HIS FAVORED! HE WAS JUST ANGERED AT MY UTTER FAILURE! RIGHTFULLY SO! I-


Did everything ever asked of you, and even more. You've KILLED for him, without a second thought, and he can't give you the courtesy to give you a second god damned chance?


This time as he turns back around he sees a pair of light pink eyes staring back at him. A tall humanoid figure stands before him, though it's face is that of a ram, with large curled horns. The voice he had heard though was a woma-


You know I'm right. Really all I'm doing is stating facts you already know. Well guess what? I'm your second chance. Aren't you just a lucky little sprout?


She(?) leans forward and grins, reaching out with a hand and lightly touching Cavan's cheek. He's frozen in place, staring wide eyed at this thing before hi-


The one you talked to, the guy with the antlers? He's decided you're definitely worth saving, and not only that, he's decided that we need to make sure you know what's coming. So you and I are gonna take a little trip, and I'm going to show you a few things that you need to commit to memory. Got it?


Cavan realizes he's been literally gaping at this creature and shuts his mouth, nodding slowly. She takes his hand and pulls him back the direction he came.


W-wait I already came this wa-


Okay you're going to have to learn quickly, don't argue with me. I know what I'm doing, certainly more than you do.


Cavan grunts and looks to the side before gasping as between the trees he spies something, the hotel room where his targets had been staying when he attacked them! There was something strange though... something... under the bed...  a pair of eyes staring out at him. Two green piercing eyes. A book slides out from beneath the bed, pushed out by a furred, clawed hand. He turns to the creature leading him and starts to ask if she saw what he just saw but before he ca-
A gift.

No I didn't see it, because I didn't need to. You better remember whatever it was that you just saw. There's going to be a few more things before I hand you off to your next guide, so keep your eyes peeled.


He nods again, even though she's not looking back at him, and looks back over at the woods as he continues along at a brisk pace. Suddenly something else appears. He sees steel beams, a glass window in the roof, a loos pipe on the ground, an- suddenly a figure wearing a mask of deep purple and black appears before him, a flash of something silvery and thin and the whole scene disappears.
A weapon.

He looks forward once more before looking to the other side, a scene almost immediately appearing. A long hallway, longer than he'd ever seen. At the end was nothin- no, it was... Him. There was a terrible anger. A rushing of wind. Snapping of wood. Smashing of glass. More wind. Then silence. The scene was gon-
A final chance.

Alrighty Cavan, this is where you and I part ways.


He almost runs into her before stopping and looking around, trying to get his bearings. He stands at the entrance to a cave, or... no... a den? It was a hole in the side of a hill that only came up to about his hip.


Wait. That was it? I don't even know what your name i-


Fionùir, it was a pleasure to guide you this evening, Cavan. You need to go in there, you'll meet your next guide. Good luck, and don't screw up, okay? 


She walked past him and as he turned to watch her walk away, she was gone. He stood alone infront of the den for several moments before sighing and leaning down, before beginning to slowly crawl in.

????? ?th 2014

S?b???t: Cavan Dolan


Cavan lays with his head against a tree, giving a sharp cough as he wakes up abruptly, sitting up and looking around in confusion.


He has awakened somewhere in the middle of a heavily wooded area. The moon is full and casting strange shadows through the branches above him. He reaches out to the tree he had been laying against and stands up unsteadily, his muscles feeling weak, but his body now free of pain. He coughs again violently, his free hand covering his mouth before coming away, black sludge coating his hand. He grimaces and wipes his hand off on his torn shirt and steps away from the tree.
Empty yourself of his infection.

My Lord! Are you there? Please forgive me for my failure! How could I have known they would move it? You saw for yourself in D's mind that it was where the body had been... please...
He doesn't care about you.

Cavan looks around, turning slowly, not feeling his master's presence anywhere.


Cavan stops and jumps slightly as he sees a figure standing between the trees off in the distance. He realizes this isn't his master as he sees a large set of antlers rising from the head.


Who are you? Stay away! My Lo- 
Show some respect, you amadán.

Your old master can do nothing here. This is... space is mine, and I will keep you here until you know what you must do. Only then I will allow you to leave. Continue deeper into the woods, the reason I have brought you here will become evident.
I saw everything he learned. He should have done more... I should have done more...

You didn't answer me! Who are you?!


Cavan's chest constricts and his heart beat slows as his vision darkens.
Still so fragile.

I am the one whose power allowed you to be brought back from the edge. If we had not intervened, you would have died. Your master thinks you useless, but I have seen what you will do... All will end in misery, but you must continue on a new path that will be shown to you. Now go.



Cavan breathes heavily as his heart beat returns to normal. He nods and slowly turns away from the figure and walks farther into the woods, the trees seeming to close in around him as he proceeds, making progress difficult, but never impossible. Seek eolas Dhiaga.

Marc? ?th 2014

Sub-ec?: Cavan Dolan

Tiresome.
Cavan wheezes softly, every nerve screaming in pain as he slowly opens his eyes and looks around.

I do all of this, and for what?
Blackness everywhere. He feels concrete beneath his back. He attempts to lift his arm and cries out as pain shoots through his shattered elbow.

Meting out information to an empty hall.
A tall figure is standing above him, though Cavan can't see this. The antlers on it's head reach almost to his face as it watches him, doing what it can to mend broken bones and torn muscles. A sharp beak gives a soft click off to Cavan's right startling him as he looks over into the blackness, seeing nothing. Two figures with antlers, one with beak, another with fangs, both desperate to fix this broken... thing.

Everyone is already gone.
Wh-who are you? Where a-a-am I?

Only I remain.
He asks, his voice cracking and trembling from pain and confusion. The figure directly above him reaches down and places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Until He finally gets me.
Shhh...

Till then I'll just keep telling what I know... I suppose...
Cavan flinches from the touch for a moment before he relaxes slightly and his eyes close as he falls asleep, or passes out.

March 5th 2014

Subject: Cavan Dolan


Cavan is hunched over in a pit that he has been digging for several hours. A simple wooden cross with the words "The Magus" carved onto it lies beside the hole, having been cast aside.


Cavan grumbles and curses under his breath, positioning the shovel he had bought before coming out to this place, and placing his foot firmly ontop of it before throwing his weight down ontop of it. The shovel barely moved and there was a soft 'thunk' as he hit something hollow. Cavan grinned, a glint in his eye, as he began quickly digging around the object buried beneath him, eventually throwing the shovel to the side to dig away at the sides with his bare hands.


Several minutes later he grunts and heaves the box out of the hole, before crawling out after it. He grabs the shovel and fits the lip just under the lid of the casket that he has unearthed. With a single push of the shovel he manages to crack open the lid enough to get his fingers beneath it. He struggles for a moment before, with inhuman strength, he pries the lid open with only his hands, throwing pieces of splintered wood behind him. He freezes as he sees what is in the casket... or more precisely what is not. The casket lies empty, the only thing to show that the casket contained anything in the past is a red patch of a blood stain left behind by the corpse that used to be buried in it.


Cavan's eyes twitches before he grips the side of the casket and begins screaming in rage. 
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
NO!!! THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE! THEY KNEW IT WAS HERE! THEY DIDN'T MOVE IT!!! MY LORD WOULD HAVE KNOWN! I-I CAN'T- EVEN-FUCKING-GOD DAMN IT!!! 
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
With a splintering snap he breaks several of the boards off the side of the casket, ignoring the bloody splinters embedded in his hands.


He is there beside Cavan. A heaviiiness innn thee air. Evvveeerrry ttthhhooouuuggghhhttt slowiiing to a cccrawl befooore his terrible rage. Ouuut from his lllimbs spill forth tendddrilsss, ttthrashing abooout, almost without pppurpose. HHHe lashes out at Cavan, leaviiing a long, black, jagged split up his spine. MMMore quick movements, slamming Cavan against the broken casket in rage before he tosses the broken body against a nearby tree and disappears.


Cavan sobs through broken teeth, and a shattered jaw, blood pooling in his lungs as his vision clouds, his form shuddering as death reaches out for him. You deserve to die... but...


Another form, tall, but not thin, large antlers atop a narrow head, appears before him, laying a hand on his battered body, and they both vanish. You have uses yet.

LOG 2

LOG BEGIN

Data Entry 1: Drake "Anonymous"

Drake was a young man living in Oklahoma at the time that this all began. He had started to frequent "Slender Blogs" and had eventually come across "Not Quite Doomed" (which became "We Are Not Doomed") which was the blog of Razputine Panzerfaust. He helped Razputine decode several messages, and began to more frequently post on Razputine's blog. He started by simply posting anonymous messages starting his messages as "Anonymous here..."

Eventually though he decided to make his own blog which he entitled "Anonymous here..." and wasn't particularly active for awhile on there, though he did post about spirits that lived in his house, and spells and rituals he performed. (He was a witch. The modern real life type, not the high-fantasy type.)

The activity became far more frequent and began to spiral out of control when his sister Susan started a blog, on the recommendation of her doctor, and it became clear that Slender Man had began to target her.

DATA MISSING

He found The Athame: A simple looking willow wand with the latin phrase "ut diruo maleficus ac contego vestri somes" which loosely translates to "to destroy evil and protect your body."

This wand has the unique ability to cause harm to the Slender Man and his puppets. To his puppets it cuts like a knife, and with enough physical force, it has even managed to significantly hurt Slender Man.

DATA MISSING

Tik a his men or tried to he p  im.

Th   fe l in l  e.

DATA MISSING

Ecko an old friend of his came to his aid when he was blinded, and started posting on his behalf, transcribing Drake's words. He became known during this time as "The blind Magus" though this was mostly just a title.

DATA MISSING

Nill, Alder, and The Narrator manipulated him into killing his sister Susan who had been hollowed.

This event shook him so deeply that immediately after killing her with The Athame, he turned it on himself, stabbing himself in the gut and breaking it in two. This act sealed the power of The Athame to his soul, and led to the events surrounding Bernard Laguardia.

Ecko was left there all alone with the corpse of his friend. He was never the same after that...

LOG END

March 3rd 2014

Subjects: Bernard Laguardia, Razputine Panzerfaust, D


Raz lays in a bed, an ice pack on his head and a simple brace on his right leg, which he had landed on slightly more than his other when he fell with Cavan. He hadn't broken the bone, but had banged up the leg pretty badly, and the brace kept him from making what injury he had incurred from becoming worse. Bernard sits beside the bed in a chair and leans over, softly stroking his cheek.


Are you sure you're going to be okay, sweetheart? I know we have to leave tonight... but are you positive you didn't break anything?


I'm fine... and D- Yes? What did He try to get out of our heads?


He needed to know... something about Ecko... I think it was... maybe the location of Drake's body? I don't know... I just have vague feelings of what he pulled out of my head... our head.


Shit... Well whatever they need his body for... it can't be good. We're... hell... five days drive from the grave right? There's no way we'll make it in time. God damn it...
     

Raz groans and puts a hand on the icepack, pressing it firmly to his head. Bernard looks very worried and shakes his head.


B-but I mean... the athame is with the body, so that should protect it right? I mean even broken I'm sure it'd keep it safe. There's no way He, or any of his puppets could touch it.
Jump the Rail Fence.

Unless they found a way...
Three down.

Regardless, we can't stop them. We know that for sure, what we need to do, is pack up our things-
YNDTR IDIOE NWRHT SUEOO YIHD...
   
Raz grunts as he sits up, looking over at Bernard, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him over into a deep, but gentle kiss. As Raz breaks the kiss he keeps eye contact with Bernard, speaking just above a whisper.


and get to somewhere safe... I can't allow anything bad to happen to you Bernard... You've gone through too much, seen too much... and lost too much... Go get our food together and I'll pack up our clothes... I love you Bernard...


I... I love you too Raz...

December 28th 2013

Subject(s): Razputine Panzerfaust, Bernard Laguardia, D, Ecko

Raz and Bernard approach the door of the hotel and Raz knocks. The door swings open and Ecko stands in the doorway, a nervously flitting back and forth of his eyes as he checks to make sure they weren't followed.


C-Come inside.


They quickly step past the threshold and Ecko closes and locks the door behind them, motioning for them to sit on the bed as he grabs a chair and sits down across from them.


I-I'm glad you came when I called... I know who both of you are, and I'd like to assume you know who I am, as I'm sure you've read Drake's blog. Listen... I need to know that I can trust you... and D... Because I want to tell you where... where I buried him...


Of course! You know that D and I haven't been connected to Him for... years now, and clearly he can't just track us, because he's failed to find me, or Bernard after all this time.


Yeah you can trust this face! I would never do anything to betray your, Drake's, or Bernard's trust! Even though Drake has passed, I'd never let Him know where to find even his body.


Please... I want to pay my respects... I miss him so... much...
  

Bernard begins to cry and hides his face in Raz's shoulder, as Raz wraps and arm around him protectively. Ecko smiles softly, a tear coming to his eye before he nods and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had been folded and refolded many times over. He holds it out for Raz. As Raz reaches out and grabs it, Ecko holds it and locks eyes with Raz.

He has it... and he's going there... but...
You may not know why... but really... you can never let Him get ahold of this information...01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111
Ecko lets go and turns around in his chair, grabbing a bottle of rum and three shot glasses.


Now I'd like you tw-three, sorry D, to share a shot with me. I'm going to go into hiding for real after this. I'm going to try and start a brand new life for myself, but I want to send you three off with my best wishes, and a little something warming your bellies.


Ecko hands Raz and Bernard each a shot glass. Bernard sniffs and smiles a little as he holds out the shot glass. Ecko quickly pours each of them a shot and then one for himself. He sniffs the shot and smiles before holding it out towards his guests.


Slainte! Oiche mhaith my friend...
 

They all tip back their shot glasses and sit for several more minutes, sharing stories of Drake before Bernard and Raz take their leave, thanking Ecko for his help.

March 4th 2014

Subject: Cavan Dolan


Cavan groans as he opens his eyes, looking around frantically as he regains consciousness. He looks visibly disturbed as he touches his chest and lets out a whimpering whine, remembering the feeling of his ribs being crushed by D. He appears to be physically fine now. A shame really... he deserves to be dead...


Cavan stumbles to his feet and looks around at the room... it's a bathroom... on a plane. He rushes to the sink before throwing up a thick black fluid all over the sink and mirror, obscuring his image.


Cavan throws open the lavatory door and quickly shuts it, looking over at the flight attendant standing beside him.


What the hell are you looking at... You looked like hell, despite His work to repair you. The dark rings under your eyes... the matted hair... the bit of dried blood that had trailed from your ears when the pressure in your head had made your eardrums burst...
He grumbles and glares at her before walking unsteadily down the rows of seats. He sees one that is empty, except for a book sitting in it. This must be his. He sits down and picks it up, flipping it open to a bookmark that was left in it. There are a series of numbers and letters up and down the bookmark. He smiles and puts the bookmark back. He knows where he's heading to now.


His Lord has put him back together, and has sent him on an important mission.


He had been the bait to lure D out into the open, and his Lord had extracted the information he needed from D. 

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March 1st 2014

Subject(s): Bernard Laguardia, Razputine Panzerfuast, D, Cavan Dolan


The moon is gone. The night is black.  Cavan sits in the bush in the parking lot of the hotel, breathing heavily behind his mask, eyes fixated on the hotel room on the second floor directly in front of him.


His orders haven't come in yet. He arrived only this past morning, but he has been itching to get a chance to go after D. The dirty traitor. To separate from His glory was unforgivable.


He'll die... let me kill him... let me....
Almost gleeful.

He mutters excitedly under his breath. He can barely contain himself. He runs a finger along his blade, a long, steel knife. Suddenly he lower his knife and falls silent. Even through he small holes in his mask, his eyes widen noticeably. He's received his orders.


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Raz sits at his desk, clicking idly through his internet browser, eating some toast.


Bernard is laying back in the bed, watching the TV and occasionally glancing over at Raz.


... are we going to talk about what D did to the poor innocent pers-


He didn't do it... clearly they just found us and left a message for us... 


Raz snaps, glancing over his shoulder, though his eyes betray his doubt in his own words. Raz turns his head back around and takes a bite from his toast.


He couldn't have... wouldn't have done something so awful...


There's a soft rattling at the door, the rattling becoming louder. Bernard jumps and scrambles to the other side of the bed, hiding as best as he can. Raz leaps to the kitchen and grabs his kitchen knife and turns to face the door, walking to his desk and moving his chair out of the way.


The rattle shakes harder and harder before there's a soft 'click' and the door swings open.


Cavan stands in the doorway, knife held loosely at his side, his head cocked to the side.


So nice to meet you finally... Raz... and of course... D. You two are monsters... and you deserve to die... Not even my wonderful Master wants anything to do with you anymore... We need information... and that's it...


The words come out slowly, and full of venom.


Raz just smirks and grips his blade harder before rushing forward silently, briefly stepping on the bed to launch himself at Cavan.


Cavan calmly steps to the side of the doorway, Raz coming crashing out onto the walkway, hitting the railing before he swings to his right and slashes out at Cavan. Cavan takes another step back before he slices out at Raz with his own knife, red splattering against the window. An audibly gasp and whimper comes from within the hotel room as Bernard sees the blood. Raz hisses as he grabs his cheek, a deep slash almost making it through the meaty flesh. His shoulders shake slightly before suddenly he grins widely, and moves the hand now covered in his blood to his face and smears it on, almost like his own mask. D shifts the grip on his blade before lunging forward and stabbing at Cavan's chest.


Cavan is taken aback by the transition from Raz to D and just barely manages to jump to the side, catching the blade across his chest and gasping in pain and surprise. He starts to swing his blade around to stab D right in the shoulder but D stops suddenly and throws himself to the side, slamming his body into Cavan's, sending them over the railing and down to the concrete below. Cavan lands first on his back before D crashes right ontop of him, crushing his ribs instantly. D rolls off the stumbles on all fours for a second before standing up unsteadily and looking at the twitching, broken form of Cavan.


I'm going to enjoy... pulling you apart...
Don't talk... just act...
Too late...
D hisses between clenched teeth, switching his blade to his other hand, limping slowly back over to the now almost convulsing body of Cavan. Suddenly a black liquid begins pouring out from behind the mask, pooling on the ground. At first D just thinks that Cavan is hurt, before his whole body begins shaking. D whips around and there He isss. D cccowers, unaaable to face his old Masterrr. Heee leans dddown towards D. Hhheee reaches out to touch D's face, a fllleeting touch, and it pppasses quickly, but D collapses in a heap. Cavan is suddenly gone and D is left, unconscious on the ground. Bernard has been screaming for Raz and comes out onto the walkway and looks down, seeing the huddled form of D on the ground below. He rushes to his side, eager to take care of him.

LOG 1

LOG BEGIN
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Dying in darkness
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Anger boiling over
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Killer intent
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LOG END

February 23rd 2014

Subject: Cavan Dolan


Cavan lies completely still on his bed, staring at his ceiling. He's been like this for several hours. Unblinking. Unmoving. Unthinking.


He breathes slowly. Waiting for something. There's change in the air. Everything gets heavy. Slows down. The lights dim iiin His presssence. He looms over Cavan, tttentacles writhhhing, faceee slowly lowerrring closeeer to Cavaaannn's face. Cavan's bodyyy cooonnnvulseees viooolently. Ouuut of his mouttth oozes a ttthhhick black slimeee, sliping down his cheek. Something is burrrning. Ash coveeers all. Gods why must I watch this...

He's gone.


Cavan rises from his bed quickly, grabbing his mask and putting it on, his shoulders slouch as he does, standing up with his head cocked to one side. I'm sure he's smiling under his mask...


Cavan runs for his door and rushes off into the night.

February 22nd 2014

Subject: "D"


D slips out the door of the hotel room. It's close to midnight, and the moon is high and half full. He steps carefully away and creeps down the stairs to the ground floor. He has a very determined expression on his face as he makes his way away from the hotel. This was a mistake...


He walks for half an hour, making his way downtown, slipping into an alleyway. A wrench hangs loosely from his hand, a grin spreading across his face as he walks close to the wall of the alley, spying someone fiddling with the keys to the back door of their building.


Paint... I need paint... 


He mutters as he sneaks closer, his grip tightening on the handle of the wrench. His foot hits a puddle, causing a small splash, and drawing the attention of the person trying to get inside. They turn to look in the direction of the sound but as they do, D bolts forward, raising the wrench high before slamming it down on the innocent bystander's head. Crimson splashes across the wall and door as the man collapses to the floor. He was so violent all the time. It was just good he never hurt Bernard.

Such pretty pretty colors...
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D raises the wrench and slams it down on their head several more times, reducing their head to a bloody pulp. He throws the wrench to the side before dropping to his knees and grabbing their shirt, ripping it open before digging his fingers into their stomach and ripping a gory hole in them. D leans down and takes a deep breath, seeming to enjoy the smell of fresh blood before he sits up and looks down at the blood coating his hands.

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He'll know it was me... Both of them will know... I'll get them. 


D cups his hands inside of the man's torso and collects some blood before splashing it on a clean portion of the floor, quickly moving his hands, scrawling out in crude handwriting a message. "LOOK FOR ME. - D" He steps back and eyes the message for a few seconds before he thinks of something and grins wide. He kneels down and punches into the hole he had created in the man, coating himself in fresh blood once more. He goes to the wall and changes the O's in Look to eyes and then kneels down once more, grabbing one end of his intestines and pulls, stringing out a portion before raising it to his lips and biting off the section he needed. He positions the separated piece of intestines just below the O's, making a bloody smiley face. He stands up once more and looks down at the horrid mess he had made and smiles with pride, clapping his hands excitedly and jumping up and down a few times.


I'm such a talented artist! Oh Cavan won't be able to stay away! A taunt like that can never go unanswered.


D raises his hands to his face and licks the blood off, doing his best to reduce the amount of blood he might trail away with him. He grabs his wrench before running off, quickly making his way back to the hotel. He very carefully sneaks back in, and goes to take a shower to clean himself of all evidence. As he lays down beside Bernard he wraps his arms around the smaller male and hugs him tightly, before drifting peacefully off to sleep. Poor, poor Bernard.

February 21st 2014

Subject(s): Bernard Laguardia and "Razputine Panzerfaust"/"D" (no information on real name exists)


Bernard is curled up on a couch in their hotel room, watching the television set, tears streaming down his face. Razputine sits at his laptop, searching through blogs, making sure there are no clues as to what Cavan is planning. Raz sighs and closes the laptop.


Hey Bernard... I'm going to make something to eat... would you like something?


Bernard says nothing. Raz shakes his head and gets up from the desk and walks over to the mini fridge and pulls out a carton of eggs. He walks over to a mini gas powered stove top. He grabs a frying pan and sets it down, going about preparing eggs for himself. His shoulders shudder and he mutters to himself.


Raz... Bernard seems so sad. We need to kill Cavan... we need to find him and snap his neck... open his chest.. and eat his hear-


His shoulders tremble again before he interrupts himself.


We are not doing that, because drawing attention to ourselves, even to kill one of His proxies, is going to bring Him to our doorstep... We can't risk that... Bernard is in no emotional or mental state to be dealing with that.


He trembles and groans in frustration.


We haven't killed anything in so long... I'm boooored... How long do we have to hide?


Tremble.


Forever.


Bernard sniffles and lifts his head from the couch, looking over at Raz.


Hey Raz... I could go for some eggs actually. How is D holding up?


He sits up and wipes the tears from his eyes. Raz looks over his shoulder and shakes his head.


He's getting antsy. When we were on our own, we killed a lot of proxies... He grew accustomed to that level of violence, and it kept him occupied. Waiting like this has made me so boooored.  


The change in Raz's voice makes Bernard visibly nervous, as they normally talk one at a time, not interrupting one another. Bernard walks over and places his hands on Raz's shoulders, kissing the back of his head. They really do make such a sweet couple. After what happened, Bernard needed soemeone... it's good Raz was there soon after to be there for him.

Well if the big scary Cavan shows up, I'm sure you'll get your chance, D. I'd like my eggs over easy if you can, sweety.


Bernard gives Raz a tight hug, sighing softly before going over to the desk and sitting down.


Any word from Cavan yet?


No... He's been totally silent the past few days. It really seems like unless we make a move, he won't know where we are. Also I've noticed more and more of our blogger friends going missing, dying, or otherwise going away... Things seem very rough out there...


I'm telling you two, if we kill Cavan, we have nothing to worry about.


No.    


Raz frowns as he fixes the eggs for himself, putting them on a paper plate to the side before starting on Bernard's eggs.


If we kill Cavan, what stops Him from sending more people for us, or showing up Himself for that matter? Our only option is to lay low... Ever the voice of reason.


Bernard nods, knowing that Raz is completely right. He glances over at the window opposite the two of them, next to the door. Heavy rain is falling outside, making thunderous sounds as it pounds down on the roof. Despite the heavy rainfall, there is nothing visible beyond the window, only an inky blackness. Relax Bernard. I won't hurt you.

February 17th 2014

Subject: Cavan Dolan
 

Cavan sits at his desk, having finished making his post. Pushing the keyboard to the side he stares at the bright computer monitor. He feels a light tingling on the back of his neck and turns to look at the rest of his room.


 ... Is someone there?


Nothing. His room is spartan. There is a door opposite the corner he sits in. His computer tower and monitor sit on top of an overturned box. He sits ontop of a lumpy pillow. Next to him is a window, looking out on blackness for now. During daylight his window overlooks an alleyway and dumpster for the apartment building he's staying in. to his left in another corner lies a mini fridge. A simple, full sized mattress sits in another corner, with no sheets, or additional pillows besides the one he sits on. Above his mattress, hanging from a nail in the wall is his mask. A simple white mask, but with a black slash crossing the face, dividing the mask almost symmetrically. Asymmetrically.


... Is it you, my Lord?

 
Silence in response. He's alone... for now. I crouch outside his window. He can't see me. But I see him. The monitor illuminating his gaunt features. He looks like hell...

No... of course not.


He shifts uncomfortably, before crawling over to his fridge and opening it. Inside are two takeout boxes from a Chinese restaurant, a quart of milk, a block of sharp cheddar cheese, a chunk of some kind of meat, uncooked, but with a bite missing. He grabs one of the boxes of leftovers and opens it, shoveling a handful of fried rice into his mouth. He sits there and eats for several more minutes. He looks at the window and squints, as if trying to will his vision to pierce that immutable darkness. He sees nothing. Good. 


I... I should sleep...


He mumbles to himself as he puts the box back and closes the fridge, crawling over to the pillow on the floor and picking it up. He then crawls to his bed, laying down and placing his head on the pillow, shifting back and forth attempting to get comfortable. Eventually sleep finds him. He dreams. He screams throughout the rest of the night, waking several neighbors who are too afraid to say anything. Such a pathetic creature...

Test

Hello.


Are you receiving me?

~scratches~
ATTEMPTINGNEWSYSTEM


Here in the foyer the hallway is long.


I don't really think it's a hallway at all.


There's nothing... It's a maze. They're all gone...


=====================================================================


Their stories are abandoned. loginsforgotten


I'm going to collect their story, and I'm going to finish it.


B.L. C.D. R.P./D.


Over the past year, they fought, bled, and cried.died
dying
dead
I'm unimportant. A watcher in the wings. I don't work for Him, but I did nothing to help any of them.
I regret it everyday...

Signing off for now,
K.D.