Come on. We've played this game before. You and I know each other pretty damn well by now.
It hurts. I won't lie, it hurts bad. Every part of me feels like it's burning up. But here's what you don't get, what you've never got. It's just pain. It can't kill me. And it won't break me. I don't pretend to know the reason, but you can't stay in my head. You don't take.
But you're not really on the same level as me, are you? You can't get that. You're just gonna try to brute force it.
Well fine, then. If that's how you wanna play it...
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
i KNOW those masks. like leon said, they look just like mine.
i modeled mine after a certain man's.
a man who has been missing for over ten years.
june, please be safe. only two years ago i would've written you off as dead, but you've taught me something in between then.
the strength of belief.
and i believe there is nothing He can do that can kill or bend june to his will.
he will return. for now, though, i must get leon somewhere safe. the poor man's life is ruined now. but i will protect him.
and ill make good use of zero's weapon until his heir reclaims it.
but as to the masks.
i want to believe that this is Him simply attempting mindgames. i thought that man was long dead. i still hope so.
if he's returned, things are dire. and i don't know if i really can carry on.
i modeled mine after a certain man's.
a man who has been missing for over ten years.
june, please be safe. only two years ago i would've written you off as dead, but you've taught me something in between then.
the strength of belief.
and i believe there is nothing He can do that can kill or bend june to his will.
he will return. for now, though, i must get leon somewhere safe. the poor man's life is ruined now. but i will protect him.
and ill make good use of zero's weapon until his heir reclaims it.
but as to the masks.
i want to believe that this is Him simply attempting mindgames. i thought that man was long dead. i still hope so.
if he's returned, things are dire. and i don't know if i really can carry on.
Friday, April 19, 2013
WHAT TH EFFUCK IS THAT THING!
It
Okay okay, ern-
So Konaa's been steadily getting better. He was up and about all of yesterday and I could hardly believe it. He was almost good as new. But...he said he couldn't leave just yet. According him, the "proxy" gang he was being tailed by was probably still crowding the district. Not only would trying to leave be dangerous, but he didn't want any chance of them finding out where I lived. Nice guy. Little heavy on the sarcasm, but everyone has their coping mechanism. Anyways, he said that there was someone he could ask to come help and that together all of our chances of surviving would double. Ah, I thought, a hitman. Haha, jokes aside, I read your comments and I know the whole mafia thing wasn't true. I didn't know how else to explain it then, but-
Well I guess I still don't.
We set up a routine of sorts. He went out for scouting trips to check out the area. Would come back to say it was still too hot. I don't know how he kept finding them, but none of these "proxies" seemed to be able to hide from him. For the most part, I stayed in from work, and everything was mostly normal.
But two hours ago...well it all changed for the worse.
There was some commotion outside. It was already dark and the streets were pretty empty. Emptier than they should've been at any rate. Konaa was out and about, but I heard some strange tapping noises. So, and maybe this was dumb, I went outside to take a look. There was a guy standing on the opposite side of the road. Tall guy, all gussied up in a suit, coat, and tie, bright red hair in a ponytail. He just gave me one hell of a creepy-ass grin and bowed, before strolling down an alley and out of sight.
That's when I heard the footsteps. They were coming, en masse. At least ten of them - someone shoved me to the ground, hard. I heard a knife coming out of a sheath. Then I got slammed against the wall. Ow. It still hurts.
Some guy was holding me, and another one seemed to be calling the shots. He asked me where Konaa was and I said I didn't know. He nodded to the guy holding me, and the guy puts the knife right up to my eye. I'm sad to say it, but I was ready to spill just about anything at this point. I really didn't want to lose one of my eyes. But all I could do was repeat that I didn't know.
"You should never have hid him from us. Do it."
I tried to wrench his arm back, but he was just too strong. These guys were serious. Psychopaths. He was really gonna stab me in the eye! But...I can hardly believe it, but sometimes a hero does come to your rescue in the nick of time.
I heard some sort of shhhhing noise. Before the guy holding me knows it, there's a grappling hook stabbing into his arm. He drops the knife and yells. And here came the cavalry. Konaa, and he had a friend. I was a bit surprised, cause she had the same kind of mask the other guys did. But she was definitely not their friend, given the way she was going at them with those knives of hers.
The fight itself got kinda blurry for me, I was still in a lot of pain and it was pretty dark. I just stumbled back, out of the way. But between the two of them they accounted for all ten of the thugs with only a few cuts and bruises to tell for it. Didn't kill em, I don't think, just knocked em out in some cases, Konaa had a taser he used on a couple, and a couple still standing ran away. Wow. They may be a pair of kids, but they're a lot tougher than they look.
He gave me a thumbs up. But before he could speak, something happened, and I saw that thing
I didn't think anything of it. Just another man stepping out of the alleyway. But it wasn't a man. It was tall, and thin as a rack, and it had no face. It was just a horrible blank head. And those weren't arms- THOSE WEREN'T ARMS. It was a monster. A real honest to gods MONSTER. And suddenly I saw things, there were these black tendrils snaking out towards me, towards ME, I saw him, I heard something, I knew, he wanted ME. But
But Konaa knocked me aside. They ensnared him. He fought like a lion, even though he was crying out in pain. He'd dropped his taser and the knife he was using. They hoisted him off his feet. His friend started towards him, but he shouted out to stay back. Then he yelled out to keep safe, no matter what.
And to look after me.
He took the sword off of his back, and hurled it through the air. His friend caught it. The last I saw of him, he was grinning a pained, crazy grin, and he gave me a thumbs up. Then...he vanished into the darkness of the alleyway, and the thing went with him. His friend ran down. I couldn't even move. I was just stunned. Then she came back, shook her head. Then she just said to be ready to leave in fifteen minutes and ran off down the street.
I packed my stuff. I don't have too much. Then I decided I should update the blog.
I don't know what's happening, what's going on, but oh my god. He's gone. Whatever that thing was, that was what he was really running from and now, now it wants me too. What the fuck am I going to do...I'm sorry. If I coulda done anything for him, I would've.
what am I gonna do.
It
Okay okay, ern-
So Konaa's been steadily getting better. He was up and about all of yesterday and I could hardly believe it. He was almost good as new. But...he said he couldn't leave just yet. According him, the "proxy" gang he was being tailed by was probably still crowding the district. Not only would trying to leave be dangerous, but he didn't want any chance of them finding out where I lived. Nice guy. Little heavy on the sarcasm, but everyone has their coping mechanism. Anyways, he said that there was someone he could ask to come help and that together all of our chances of surviving would double. Ah, I thought, a hitman. Haha, jokes aside, I read your comments and I know the whole mafia thing wasn't true. I didn't know how else to explain it then, but-
Well I guess I still don't.
We set up a routine of sorts. He went out for scouting trips to check out the area. Would come back to say it was still too hot. I don't know how he kept finding them, but none of these "proxies" seemed to be able to hide from him. For the most part, I stayed in from work, and everything was mostly normal.
But two hours ago...well it all changed for the worse.
There was some commotion outside. It was already dark and the streets were pretty empty. Emptier than they should've been at any rate. Konaa was out and about, but I heard some strange tapping noises. So, and maybe this was dumb, I went outside to take a look. There was a guy standing on the opposite side of the road. Tall guy, all gussied up in a suit, coat, and tie, bright red hair in a ponytail. He just gave me one hell of a creepy-ass grin and bowed, before strolling down an alley and out of sight.
That's when I heard the footsteps. They were coming, en masse. At least ten of them - someone shoved me to the ground, hard. I heard a knife coming out of a sheath. Then I got slammed against the wall. Ow. It still hurts.
Some guy was holding me, and another one seemed to be calling the shots. He asked me where Konaa was and I said I didn't know. He nodded to the guy holding me, and the guy puts the knife right up to my eye. I'm sad to say it, but I was ready to spill just about anything at this point. I really didn't want to lose one of my eyes. But all I could do was repeat that I didn't know.
"You should never have hid him from us. Do it."
I tried to wrench his arm back, but he was just too strong. These guys were serious. Psychopaths. He was really gonna stab me in the eye! But...I can hardly believe it, but sometimes a hero does come to your rescue in the nick of time.
I heard some sort of shhhhing noise. Before the guy holding me knows it, there's a grappling hook stabbing into his arm. He drops the knife and yells. And here came the cavalry. Konaa, and he had a friend. I was a bit surprised, cause she had the same kind of mask the other guys did. But she was definitely not their friend, given the way she was going at them with those knives of hers.
The fight itself got kinda blurry for me, I was still in a lot of pain and it was pretty dark. I just stumbled back, out of the way. But between the two of them they accounted for all ten of the thugs with only a few cuts and bruises to tell for it. Didn't kill em, I don't think, just knocked em out in some cases, Konaa had a taser he used on a couple, and a couple still standing ran away. Wow. They may be a pair of kids, but they're a lot tougher than they look.
He gave me a thumbs up. But before he could speak, something happened, and I saw that thing
I didn't think anything of it. Just another man stepping out of the alleyway. But it wasn't a man. It was tall, and thin as a rack, and it had no face. It was just a horrible blank head. And those weren't arms- THOSE WEREN'T ARMS. It was a monster. A real honest to gods MONSTER. And suddenly I saw things, there were these black tendrils snaking out towards me, towards ME, I saw him, I heard something, I knew, he wanted ME. But
But Konaa knocked me aside. They ensnared him. He fought like a lion, even though he was crying out in pain. He'd dropped his taser and the knife he was using. They hoisted him off his feet. His friend started towards him, but he shouted out to stay back. Then he yelled out to keep safe, no matter what.
And to look after me.
He took the sword off of his back, and hurled it through the air. His friend caught it. The last I saw of him, he was grinning a pained, crazy grin, and he gave me a thumbs up. Then...he vanished into the darkness of the alleyway, and the thing went with him. His friend ran down. I couldn't even move. I was just stunned. Then she came back, shook her head. Then she just said to be ready to leave in fifteen minutes and ran off down the street.
I packed my stuff. I don't have too much. Then I decided I should update the blog.
I don't know what's happening, what's going on, but oh my god. He's gone. Whatever that thing was, that was what he was really running from and now, now it wants me too. What the fuck am I going to do...I'm sorry. If I coulda done anything for him, I would've.
what am I gonna do.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Um, hi.
I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say here. I honestly took one look at this blog and its associated works and stared at my screen for about five minutes. I don't have any idea what this is all about. Or rather, I do, and I'm shaking my head in disbelief. I guess that's not important right now.
I'd rather not share names, those guys with the masks and the knives seem pretty ticked off at the guy asleep on my couch. I guess his name is "Konaa?" Hell of a way to meet a new person, seeing them stumble down the street at three AM, bleeding profusely, half-collapsed. And shouting not to call 911. Still think I probably shoulda ignored that one.
As you've probably gathered, I'm completely unrelated to any of...whatever this is. I'm just an every day guy workin' 9 to 5, or so the saying goes. My hours are pretty flexible, in truth. But like I said, last night, maybe around 2:30 or so, I hear a lot of ruckus coming from upstreet. Trouble's not too uncommon where I live, so I got up to do what I usually do, close the curtains, doublecheck the locks, etc. What made me stop to take another look was when I caught a glimpse of some of those guys under the street lamp. They had some eerie masks on, and I mean eerie, pale white. Hoods, too, and packing sharp looking pieces of metal. Now THAT didn't happen every night.
These guys shuffled back and forth down the street at top speed for about fifteen minutes. Then activity sort of dies down. Here's where I do something kinda dumb. I step out onto the street and start walking around. Call me stupid but I'm curious by nature, and I really wanted to know what the hubbub with the masks was all about.
Well I scooted around for a bit, occasionally I heard some rapid footsteps, but then I came upon a back alleyway. Here we had a whole load of the guys, maybe 15 to 20, and their leader, too. Big fella. Wears the most melodramatic of hooded cloaks, too. He tells the guys, "Scour the alleys. Don't hesitate to break and enter, he certainly won't. Find. Him." Forceful voice. They hopped right to it. Now, these guys were clearly some kinda mob outlet. And it sounded like some poor guy had pissed em off. The masks, I figured, were just intimidation, and concealment. They'd just bothered to have a uniform standard.
At any rate I figured it was dangerous to keep hanging around, so I made my way home fairly quickly. But not five minutes later I heard some hobbling down the street. I look up, and here comes a young guy, college student age I'd say, dressed like he's been living out of a dumpster. Number of oddities about him that came into vision as he started by. First of all, he had belt with some sort of weird pistol-like object with a bunch of cable attached, a row of knives, and a REAL gun, as far as I could tell. Stranger still was the katana he had strapped around his back. But what made it clear he wasn't just some odd cosplayer was the strangest thing of all - he was hurt bad. Bleeding from the shoulder, clutching his side, barely keeping himself up. I step out again. "Hey, buddy! You okay there? Want me to call an ambulance?"
He almost skewered me with one of those knives, maybe I shouldn't've startled him. "What? No, no- Police, no ambulance, don't call 911..."
That's when it hit me. He didn't want the cops or doctors? This was the guy those mobsters were looking for. He had injuries you couldn't go to a general hospital to treat without getting caught.
I didn't know what to do. Sure looked young for the job, but I guess they get all sorts of types. Still, even if he's a criminal I couldn't just leave him there. That was when I heard more footsteps, some shouting. He whirled around, swearing. That's when I made up my mind. "Quick, in here."
"Huh?"
"I mean it, quick! Step in here!" I held out my hand. He hesitated a second, but grabbed it. I dragged him into the apartment, closed the door, and brought him up to my room. The masked guys passed by a couple times, but nobody ever tried to knock down my door, so I'd say we got lucky. I had a first-aid kit in my kitchen, and I'm certified, so I was able to patch him up. He had mostly cuts and slices, a pretty deep one in his shoulder. I didn't have any kinda painkiller on me, but he took it like a champ, I gotta say, a few winces and nothing else. Guy's got mad pain tolerance.
He stayed the night. And looks like he'll be staying tonight, too. He slept all day, still haven't had a proper conversation though. He was up for a few hours a bit ago, and shoved his laptop into my hands, told me to make a post on his blog to tell people what had happened to him, before he went under again.
So. Here I am. Geez, I hope I don't get in trouble for this. My curiousity's sated, anyway, and Konaa looks like he'll be okay. I was tempted to call the police more than once, but I haven't seen hide or hair of those masked guys, so I think we'll be fine. He seemed eager to get going, so I doubt I'll be entertaining him much longer. So to those whom it may concern, your friend's okay, but he took a beating.
I hope this doesn't make me an accomplice, shit. I don't want nothing to do with the mafia.
I'd rather not share names, those guys with the masks and the knives seem pretty ticked off at the guy asleep on my couch. I guess his name is "Konaa?" Hell of a way to meet a new person, seeing them stumble down the street at three AM, bleeding profusely, half-collapsed. And shouting not to call 911. Still think I probably shoulda ignored that one.
As you've probably gathered, I'm completely unrelated to any of...whatever this is. I'm just an every day guy workin' 9 to 5, or so the saying goes. My hours are pretty flexible, in truth. But like I said, last night, maybe around 2:30 or so, I hear a lot of ruckus coming from upstreet. Trouble's not too uncommon where I live, so I got up to do what I usually do, close the curtains, doublecheck the locks, etc. What made me stop to take another look was when I caught a glimpse of some of those guys under the street lamp. They had some eerie masks on, and I mean eerie, pale white. Hoods, too, and packing sharp looking pieces of metal. Now THAT didn't happen every night.
These guys shuffled back and forth down the street at top speed for about fifteen minutes. Then activity sort of dies down. Here's where I do something kinda dumb. I step out onto the street and start walking around. Call me stupid but I'm curious by nature, and I really wanted to know what the hubbub with the masks was all about.
Well I scooted around for a bit, occasionally I heard some rapid footsteps, but then I came upon a back alleyway. Here we had a whole load of the guys, maybe 15 to 20, and their leader, too. Big fella. Wears the most melodramatic of hooded cloaks, too. He tells the guys, "Scour the alleys. Don't hesitate to break and enter, he certainly won't. Find. Him." Forceful voice. They hopped right to it. Now, these guys were clearly some kinda mob outlet. And it sounded like some poor guy had pissed em off. The masks, I figured, were just intimidation, and concealment. They'd just bothered to have a uniform standard.
At any rate I figured it was dangerous to keep hanging around, so I made my way home fairly quickly. But not five minutes later I heard some hobbling down the street. I look up, and here comes a young guy, college student age I'd say, dressed like he's been living out of a dumpster. Number of oddities about him that came into vision as he started by. First of all, he had belt with some sort of weird pistol-like object with a bunch of cable attached, a row of knives, and a REAL gun, as far as I could tell. Stranger still was the katana he had strapped around his back. But what made it clear he wasn't just some odd cosplayer was the strangest thing of all - he was hurt bad. Bleeding from the shoulder, clutching his side, barely keeping himself up. I step out again. "Hey, buddy! You okay there? Want me to call an ambulance?"
He almost skewered me with one of those knives, maybe I shouldn't've startled him. "What? No, no- Police, no ambulance, don't call 911..."
That's when it hit me. He didn't want the cops or doctors? This was the guy those mobsters were looking for. He had injuries you couldn't go to a general hospital to treat without getting caught.
I didn't know what to do. Sure looked young for the job, but I guess they get all sorts of types. Still, even if he's a criminal I couldn't just leave him there. That was when I heard more footsteps, some shouting. He whirled around, swearing. That's when I made up my mind. "Quick, in here."
"Huh?"
"I mean it, quick! Step in here!" I held out my hand. He hesitated a second, but grabbed it. I dragged him into the apartment, closed the door, and brought him up to my room. The masked guys passed by a couple times, but nobody ever tried to knock down my door, so I'd say we got lucky. I had a first-aid kit in my kitchen, and I'm certified, so I was able to patch him up. He had mostly cuts and slices, a pretty deep one in his shoulder. I didn't have any kinda painkiller on me, but he took it like a champ, I gotta say, a few winces and nothing else. Guy's got mad pain tolerance.
He stayed the night. And looks like he'll be staying tonight, too. He slept all day, still haven't had a proper conversation though. He was up for a few hours a bit ago, and shoved his laptop into my hands, told me to make a post on his blog to tell people what had happened to him, before he went under again.
So. Here I am. Geez, I hope I don't get in trouble for this. My curiousity's sated, anyway, and Konaa looks like he'll be okay. I was tempted to call the police more than once, but I haven't seen hide or hair of those masked guys, so I think we'll be fine. He seemed eager to get going, so I doubt I'll be entertaining him much longer. So to those whom it may concern, your friend's okay, but he took a beating.
I hope this doesn't make me an accomplice, shit. I don't want nothing to do with the mafia.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
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