The Advocate offered to help and I... Agreed. I'm going to get so much shit from so many people, I know it.
I can't call MASC for help. I NEED them at our sanctuary. After the Thuggee and Proctor thing, what happened with DeMii, I need that place locked down to its fullest. Proctor gone, Mystery gone, and Mr. Sunshine can't act his age (literally, mentally) there aren't really any adults around. Drake and Ecko left, Lucas is gone, Trinity and Tim are children (smart as they are, Trinity has also been having issues with the voices last I was there) on top of which DeMii is still young technically as well she has a kid to handle. My options are limited.
Contacting a Runner or Fighter? I'm not stupid, that's too much of a risk. They have their own dealings and I'm not selfish enough to pull them from it. Also, having them help my limping ass will only expose them to more danger, from their enemies and my own. And we all know my enemies have a habit to latching onto anyone that crosses our path.
So it's stupid and it's reckless but it needs to be done. The Advocate is by far the most unpredictable person I have met. Last time we crossed it got me a chunk of the scars I have now. He's not an idiot, though, fucking clever as hell. Brilliant, even. The things he sets up or thinks, I mean. When it comes to choosing someone to slip past Executor (and now Prosper as well as whoever the hell else he's released after I read Prosper's post) he's definitely someone reliable. That comforts me slightly, until I actually have to get into his... Van, if he was serious about that. I have a feeling he is, he usually says things he means. Even if it's worded poorly...
Kind of hoping my shit condition will be enough to satisfy that itch for causing pain but if it doesn't I can't say I really give a fuck. If getting a lift home, being out of danger, etc, means sitting for some odd hours and being prodded by a needle I'll gladly take it.
We all damn well know by now pain isn't an issue, it can be adapted to. And my body is going numb anyways from all this stress and overworking it after it suffered Ferus's brutality. That numbness is assaulting my body from functioning properly, walking is more like stumbling, I've been using walls and trees to help walk but losing feeling at times means I don't even realize I'm touching the tree or wall until I look at it myself. It's becoming difficult.
I need the help. I'm not too proud or stubborn to admit it. I know this is risky and probably has to be the stupidest thing I've ever done (no offense, Advocate) but I'm going to die. You saw the last post, and that just before my body began taking a turn for the worse. I need to get away from here. It's fricking amazing no infections have sprouted from my wounds.
So he offered to help and I accepted. Now is the waiting game, I guess. Hiding around back of a gas station on a bench, going to wait here. Wait for him to track me.
I'll update once things are underway, I guess.
I mean, how bad can this all really be, right? I mean, I don't think he wants to kill me anymore. So... That's good, right? You know, not even going to think about it. Just going to wait.