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.

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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.

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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...

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Hello.


Are you receiving me?

~scratches~
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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...


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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.