Friday, June 29, 2012

First visit

I checked myself into Limeport for a visit, they told me where to go and to wait for an orderly to assist me. I didn't want to go in immediately and cracked the sliding window on the door slightly. It was enough to listen to her singing quietly. I could make out a blank room with a bed that had been dragged into the middle of it. The nurse at the front desk told me they had to move her temporarily from the room she's been assigned to; Shady not only scared off the first psychiatrist but sent her second to the hospital before I arrived today. She cracked the wall of her room with his head and they had to clean the stains.

There were no windows in this room and only a dimming light; for a new building it looked like it was going bad fast. Shady just laid there strapped to the bed and staring at the ceiling; she sung for a bit and I waved away the orderly a few times. It abruptly came to a halt which was followed by her mumbling, "I think it's rude for us to be talking in front of Joshua as if he's not here. But then again, he hasn't even said hello and is pretending as if he isn't even here." She looked at me and grinned madly while adding, "Ain't that right, boy?"

I don't know how she knew I was there but I couldn't stay. I cancelled my visit today and went back to Haven. There's something wrong with her.


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Shady is gone

It's Joshua if you haven't guessed. Agent Brood and I have decided she's no longer fit to remain here. You guys really don't know the half of it, we had to lock her in the cellar so she wouldn't hurt anyone. After she killed Lenore she broke down completely, held her head screaming until finally she passed out. When she woke up everything was different, none of us could get her to snap out of it. Shady broke out of the cellar and killed both guards positioned at the door. She hurt a lot of people, including me.

The wards finally rejected her and she was forcefully removed by them. I ran out to her and tried to talk which I'll admit was my own mistake. The look on her face was so hateful and she didn't even say anything as she approached me. I don't know what I was expecting, certainly not what happened. She stabbed me the moment she was close enough and tried to a few more times which only cut up my arms. When the knife was out of her grasp she began beating me, screaming god knows what.

She tore me up pretty badly before Agent Brood hit her in the back of the skull with his gun. Shady immediately turned her wrath onto Agent Brood; they fought a short bit until he managed to knock her down. She tried to get up a few times, after a few hits with his gun; he was trying to yell some sense into her but she was having none of it. My friend was seething and the look on her face never left. Finally after enough hits she just gave up and a few MASC soldiers bound her while she was barely conscious.

Agent Brood and I didn't know what else to do so we devised a plan of action: place her in a mental hospital.

A medic helped me fix myself up and a long sleeve shirt covered the damage done. My bruised face and neck would just be proof for her admission there.

Limeport Asylum was practically destroyed and was forced to relocate; we drove her out to the new building and I checked her in. Agent Brood sat in the lobby with her; when I came back over she was more conscious but docile. She was singing in a soft whisper what I made out to be Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, the reason I mention this is because she stared at me the entire time she did so. Shady hasn't sung anything in so long, I don't think she has since Smiles died.

An orderly and nurse helped her stand, she just looked at them before turning back to Agent Brood and I. The look on her face was utter betrayal. What were we supposed to do? She couldn't enter Haven because of the wards and this development, we couldn't let her go home; for all we know she would murdered the neighborhood. We were out of options and I can only hope this calms her, even if it takes time. The amount of energy she had combined with whatever hatred she was felt was terrifying before.

Agent Brood regrets what this has come to. He has tried getting a hold of Mystery, even I have through tracking. She has been unresponsive in all the efforts we have made. I kind of wish Josie was here but after that event I can't even bring myself to really hold onto wanting that. Agent Brood has taken over everything not that Con is happy about it. Mr. Sunshine had to be tackled and sedated during the whole incident earlier, the moment Shady lost it he began attacking anyone who raised a weapon to defend themselves. We had to lock him in one of the spare room and are still waiting for him to calm down. Agent Brood suggested it might take a while from what he has seen. I feel horrible that all of this happening.

I decided to make my own account after I hacked Shady's, I'm connecting the two to become a contributor for the time being. I'll update this when I visit Shady, it's the least I can do.


Friday, June 15, 2012

These Hands Aren't For Praying.

Lenore was slipping up. Executor was driving me up the goddamn wall, feeding me images through Prosper's eyes of Lenore's beaten form. Soon, soon, soon... That's all I could say. That post before, it was because of this. Because of a lot of things, really. I hope it was obvious both messages I was sending. I spent hours trying to concentrate on this. I'm just undone.

So here I go, telling you a story that might be my last for a while.

I heard a MASC soldier calling to Brood about a proxy standing just outside of the wards. I got off the floor and went to investigate just what all the ruckus was about. It was that kid, Proxy 85. He was wearing a plain white mask, flat, completely expressionless in appearance. Mr. Sunshine gave a small growl from beside me but calmed on his own, not appearing to be threatened by the kid. I looked over at the soldiers and Mr. Sunshine, "Stay here."


"Don't call me that." I retorted with a glare, "Just cover me if you really feel the need. If a trigger is pulled early I'm letting Mr. Sunshine rip some throats open. He's been dying to do so since the Avatar." I took off walking across the grass, confronting Proxy 85 as he remained immobile. "What are you doing here?" I questioned as the distance began closing. He was silent. "Is there something you want? Did your master bring a message?" I continued questioning, eying his tattered attire over once halted a few feet away.

Proxy 85 turned halfway, pointing North. "Lenore is out there." I looked into the direction, completely alert now. "I can take you to her." My attention turned back to him skeptically.

"Did Executor set this up?"

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him." The boy responded with calmly.

I lifted a finger, signaling for him to wait there. I went into the mansion, grabbing some matches and a portable tank of gasoline, as well as my gun. Knives already being on my person at all times. I motioned for Mr. Sunshine to hold down the fort as I began pacing back to Proxy 85. Joshua argued against it, two soldiers following directly behind him. I glanced back, "Get inside." I growled and turned, walking forward towards the boy. Joshua persisted and grabbed my arm. I dropped the gasoline, grabbed the gun and took aim at point blank range, "GET THE FUCK BACK INSIDE." I tore my arm free from him and signaled the MASC soldiers who took him from either side.

"This could be a trap! Don't let revenge blind you-" He yelled, pulling loose and grabbing hold of me again.

I shoved him back at the men, "There are monsters out here, Joshua."

"Like you?" He glared, secured by the soldiers.

"Yea, like me." I waved for them to escort him inside. "Lock him in a windowless room, two men stationed inside, two outside the door. I don't want him leaving the premises."

"This is my problem too, @#%$%^&^!" I could hear Joshua scream. Creevey's damage done, I could feel my body preparing to pivot and fire upon them all. Freedom from the cage I demanded to be locked within was bringing me no relief. It wasn't smart to delay. If I have to play the bad guy in your eyes to keep you safe, so be it. Had to leave, lest more die.

I picked up the gasoline again and walked to Proxy 85, switching the safety off the gun before tucking it away. "Let's go."

Proxy 85 offered his arm and I took it, vanishing from the mansion and landing in a new area. Grass, a lot of it. We were at a small cabin, behind it actually. He was staring at me the entire time I took in the scenery, I noted. Patiently on stand-by. "Prosper is watching." I caught the warning in his voice.

"Right, the whole asylum girls bullshit of his." I scowled looking away a moment. "I'm not doing this for him."

"He knows." He said and when I looked back he was gone.

I pulled out one of the knives that was on my person as I slid up against the cabin. Quietly (because by now I've noticed how well she hears shit) I came to a window and peeked in, finding the open cabin abandoned and empty of life. I could hear whispering ahead, near the front of the place. I nearly smirked at the fact we were completely isolated, and for once she was not in control of a scheme. Glancing around the corner of the cabin I saw her pacing, talking to herself. The three dead mockingbirds still rotting away where they dangled from her wrist. The arm I snapped twice, and that was shot plenty of times, was in a shitty sling made out of her jacket. It was torn from what I could see, wrapped poorly in bloody bandages. Prosper no doubt attacked that weakness continuously. It would be amazing if it healed properly.

"Have to complete. Have to silence. Have to work. HARDER, HARDER. NOT ENOUGH." She shrieked, throwing a fit one moment and the next calmly pacing. "Broke her. Broke her again and again. Killed her. Not complete yet. Not finished yet. Have to finish. Silence. Silence everything." Road Runner was limping somewhat, she looked like a complete wreck. Still human, even if she didn't want to be. Her mobility looked fucked up, which finally made that smirk surface. Open season, Lenore? I think yes. "He silences. Give him information, he silences many. So many. Wonderful. Beautiful. Powerful, keep watch. Must kill at some point. Pity. He'll kill her. Completion in order. Not complete yet. NOT ENOUGH!"

I tested the weight of the knife a moment then took aim once she stopped, having taken long enough to study which leg was injured the most. Had to weaken the other one. I lined up the shot before throwing the knife, impaling it in her more stable leg. She screeched bloody murder, teleporting for not even a second before reappearing a few feet from where she was, stumbling until she collapsed. I left my post and she looked up, her mask still gone leaving her true appearance revealed. Her long chestnut hair, mid part, no bangs, weaved over her shoulders and down her back. Her pale, round face was smudged and lightly scarred in a few places, as was her neck, arms, hell every viewable place. Her eyes were wide and filled with surprise and madness, mulling over the situation at hand.

I leaned forward into her direction and mouthed, "Found you."

Lenore ripped the knife out of her thigh with a grunt, pulling herself up she teleported again but failed, stumbling across the lawn and nearly collapsing. A frustrated shriek formed in her throat as she pulled herself up by one hand. She had little issues sucking up to the pain by normal human standards of movement, but anytime she tried to teleport or use that advance speed her legs gave out. It was lovely watching her try to be anything but normal. She teleported again, landing in front of me and swiped the knife, it cut open some of my shirt and scratched me a bit, but I wasn't concerned. She had a lot of bark but her bite was weak. I grabbed her wrist and squeezed, watching as she gritted her teeth as I twisted her arm until she dropped the knife.

"You know... I remember every bit of training I went through now. Muscle memory is a wonderful thing, knowledge plus my body already being familiar made for an easy reteaching." She looked at me as I continued to converse with her casually. "I grew up learning boxing and wrestling from my dad and my mother's father, unreal as they were and all. Was taught only some Mixed Martial Arts for shits and giggles from a professional friend, it was fun. Training with guns due to military service kin. Explosives, same kin, and a professor in the family who assisted in human anatomy studying as well. He made science fun! They were all fun, while alive. Course none of them are left, and we both know why. But back to it, what I've always favored was street fighting. Much more free. Course, it's also gritty, personalized," I looked her in the eyes,"and bloody." before headbutting her with a laugh, shaking my head as I reached down and grabbed the knife. "But Lenore..." I called as she stumbled back, looking up at me with minor alarm and fury. She lifted herself up quickly, chucking a rock at my head. It hit, cutting open my forehead by a bit. Oh yea, that stung. I wiped the blood before it could reach my eye, looking at her as she fled inside. I pursued her, slamming open the door as she shut it on me. "I'LL FUCKING CRIPPLE YOU!"

Road Runner turned, flinging a side table and smashing the lamp to the floor in the process. I blocked myself with an arm, kicking it back at her once it fell to the floor. She just missed it and came at me, fist ready. I took a few hits, granted, but subduing her was easier than what it used to be. Her body wasn't built for long term hand to hand, one free arm wasn't helpful either in her condition. Sure, it would have been harder if her legs were in better condition but why should I care about playing on a leveled playing field when she never did? Lenore is incredibly lanky, all her strength came from her speed. Velocity, the likes. Remove that and she's just some skinny woman with mental issues."Wrath." She hissed, seeing her speak in that same dual voice whisper was eerie. The bitch grinned which made it worse, freeing herself from my hold but not expertly. I grabbed her hair and swung her into the wall without a goddamn care for her face.

"As I was saying, Lenore," I began again, watching as she pulled herself from the wall and stumbled across the room. "I'm not here to fight you."

Curiosity crossed her face, "Wrath wishes not to fight? Wrath initiated the fight."

I smiled, "I'm not here to fight." I shook the knife, "I'm here to kill you. I don't give a fuck about fighting, no foreplay, Lenore. I'm going to kill you and that's it." Lenore pulled her arm from the sling and lifted it in a pathetic attempt to show she wasn't allowing that. "Am I going to have to break that thing all over again?"

She attacked me once more, screeching and snarling like the animal she was. Insanity: It's doing something again and again and expecting different results, right? Ha, Lenore is the definition of that at least. She wouldn't stop trying to teleport and speed about, it tired her further and made her angrier. While it was effective to make her furious punches a bit more potent it also reduced her precision. Sloppy work. Attempting to choke me from behind led to being elbowed in the gut, which was followed by being thrown over my shoulder and landing upon the hard wooden floor (something she most definitely could have avoided if not in such a state, tsk). She hissed, pulling up onto all fours and I landed a kick to her face, which reminded me of punting a soccer ball. The crack against my shoe was satisfying. The gushing blood from her nose told me I was right in breaking it. Every murderous look thrown was followed by a grin, wider than the last. "Wraaath..."

"No, Lenore." I scolded as I circled her, watching as she clumsily pulled herself to a stand. "If I allowed myself the privilege of releasing my wrath upon your flesh and blood body, there would be nothing recognizable left." I pulled out the gun as I walked behind her, safety already off. "I'd gladly rape your soul... But I won't, because I'm a decent human being. So instead I'll settle with this." I fired at the bone of her ankle, unprotected by her low cut shoes. She screeched, immediately taking weight off it as she hopped to remain up. I took aim and fired at her other ankle which earned another blood curdling screech. Lenore fumbled to stand but failed, landing on her knees as she rocked slightly, trying to take her mind off the pain. I landed in front of her, kneeling down to take a look at her light brown eyes.

"I'll never die." She whispered, grinning as she tapped the side of her head. I gathered her meaning, mentally, in memory. How cute.

"And I'll never stop killing you." I whispered, firing the gun again on one of the knees she rested on. She leaned to the side a moment, catching herself as unwilling tears streamed down her smiling face. Balancing on a single knee as best she could, somewhat determined to die with her head held high it seemed. I put my gun away, finding it not as satisfying anymore. My fingers traced the handle of my knife, seated in my belt once Lenore decided she wanted to fight back before. During the time I decided to humor her. "I don't believe hate is a means to an end, but you really are the only exception." I shook my head, tsking her quietly. "You always knew how to bring out the worst in me."

Lenore laughed quietly, her breathing heavy. "It was there long before I arrived. I made it flourish. Almost complete. Almost, Wrath."

I flashed her a smile before pulling the knife out, in a swift motion I dug it into her stomach and dragged it across before pulling back. She instantly wrapped her arms around her midsection, eyes wide and wild. I backed away from her, watching as blood slipped passed her tight hold on herself. "Got two options: A) hold in your organs and bleed out, the slower option. Or B) let them pour out with all that blood and die a little faster. Either way, it's going to take a bit." I sat down on the floor a few feet away, enough distance to not get too bloodied up. Making myself comfortable I leaned back slightly on my arms, "I'm not leaving till I see the life drain from that hideous mug."

Can't say how long we were there for, until she began losing it. More-so than before, I should say. But the entire time I sat watching her as she stared back, grinning like a maniac. What color was left in her face slowly drained over time, unable to support herself on one leg she fell over onto her side and continued clutching her stomach. Her eyes lost their focus momentarily before returning to meet mine, "A little suffering is good for the soul. Hate is a means to an end. Hate breeds revenge, revenge breeds wrath." She chuckled lowly as I continued to stare indifferently. "Wrath makes you do craaaazy things. Like murder." I was scowling at this point, catching onto her meaning. Lenore started cackling, reaching a bloody hand towards me which only allowed her organs to begin slipping from her abdomen. "Your turn." She died laughing through her tears, grinning crazily even as the air left her lungs. When her body finally fell silent.

After sitting, staring at her body for a few minutes I got up and inspected it with my shoe. Kicking her head to the side, snapping the neck of the corpse. Urge to go into overkill subsided at the sound of the bone breaking. Satisfying. I left the cabin and went outside to where Proxy 85 and I first landed, I retrieved the gasoline from an overgrown shrub and brought it inside only to be surprised by the visitor waiting for me inside.

Prosper was on his knees, cradling Lenore's body loosely as he looked over her face and idly stroked her hair. I leaned against the door frame, scowling as my finger impatiently tapped against the canister. He looked up, head cocking to one side before looking back down. Seeing his hulking form cradling her lithe one, intestines and the likes spilled across the floor, it wasn't pleasant. It only got worse when he pushed his mask up and licked the blood from her throat.

"If you're going to fuck the corpse at least let me leave first." I spat, he grinned and dropped her body with a sudden loss of interest. Pulling himself up he stepped over her lifeless form, carelessly walking across her organs until he reached me. I slapped away his bloody hand when it came too close for comfort. "What the hell is going on with you? Are you not taking orders from your precious master anymore? It's like you fell off the grid."

He didn't answer my questions, chuckled a bit beneath his breath as he looked back Lenore. "She was always troublesome. We didn't want her, didn't need her. She was a persistent reject. Always selfishly trying to use you for her own purposes. Never did realize there are bigger purposes than her own." It was surprising to hear him speak that much. "Besides, what fun would it be to kill everyone?"

"That doesn't answer my question, jackass."

Prosper sighed, almost dramatically. Before I could react his hand was on my throat, forcefully tilting back my head to look directly at him. "Executor never liked Lenore. She knew too much and when she didn't she found out what she wanted to know. Kidnapped and tortured plenty of his subjects, partially why he stopped relying on them. They didn't know anything useful, they never do, so she killed them all. Left their corpses out to be found. To make matters worse she began giving away proxy locations to Thuggee."

I punched his arm, he didn't budge. My air wasn't being cut off yet, but that 'yet' is exactly what concerned me. "Can't imagine Executor was happy about that."

"He wasn't. Lenore belonged to none, her own agent of destruction against all factions and innocents. She manipulated proxies into killing each other, he had enough. One night he cornered her in a warehouse, having set a trap that used his own proxies as bait, the last remaining ones he had control of. After she slaughtered them he appeared and attempted to drill his way into her brain. She resisted and laughed in his face before fleeing from the warehouse. The Executor turned to me and the boy, his mask dropped from his face and his ears bled from what he had heard within her head. Constant screaming and laughing, one soul torn asunder."

"Then call me mercy." I jeered, not feeling pity for either parties.

Prosper's grin quirked back up at the corner of his lips. "The moment she met you the screaming became louder, I would imagine. You damned her further. Once she discovered the truth about you her goal became the impossible. You led her on a suicide mission. I said Lenore belonged to none, but she was influenced by one. You gave her madness purpose and made it flourish further, just as she made your wrath surface. You took away her ability to murder further by taking up murdering yourself. How does that feel?"

"I think I could go for a round two if you'd like to find out just how I feel." I scowled, not amused in the least bit.

His head cocked to the side as his hand tightened on my throat, "Do you really think that is wise?"

"Do you?" I retorted, the tip of the knife digging into his shirt directly where his heart was.

Prosper grunted and released me with a small push back, gaining some distance between us. "I favored Lenore unlike the Executor. I give credit where it's due, it would have been interesting had she come out the victor. I am his pawn, however, such could never be allowed. Despite my own curiosities." He picked up part of her intestines and examined it before tossing it aside. "I was hoping you'd release your restraints and leave her shredded instead of tactically disabling and killing her swiftly."

"I didn't care to fight her, or beat her. She was broken as it was and just needed to die." I slipped the knife into my belt loop once more, resting my hand on it just in case. "You'll learn when I hate someone I will not play with them. Every move will be to hinder and cripple them until they realize they are going to die." I sighed, "Lenore deserved to feel loss, though. She loved her speed, so I took her legs. I was tempted to let her live as a cripple but that still wouldn't have resolved anything. Someone else would have killed her and I wasn't going to give anyone else that privilege."

"Do you feel relief now?"

I jiggled the gasoline. "Not until I see the bitch burn." His head bowed slightly, glancing back at Lenore's corpse before back my way. He pulled the mask down, preparing to leave. "Prosper." His eyes met mine. "I know how to kill you." I said referring to why he had backed off before. The knife had cut past his comfort zone. Mystery's notes on being able to eliminate Prosper's kind were coming in handy.

"Then I should be so fortunate to not engage you on this day." He chuckled as his arms extended out on either side, giving a small bow before vanishing from where he stood.

I frowned and began pouring the gasoline through-out the place. Tossing the can at her body I walked back to the door, lighting a match and set it down before stepping back outside. Watching as the place burned, I can't describe how it felt just watching her body catch aflame. I checked my phone and I pulled up a map, estimating the time it would take for someone to notice the fire. Given the remote area, lack of patrols, private land, a while to say the least. It brought a smile to my face, the temperatures would rise enough and cook her to ashes over the estimated time frame. Or at least beyond identification. Evidence would erase itself, perfect. I leaned against a tree, giving myself a few minutes to watch as the cabin became engulfed.

Situation resolved. No more information being given to Thuggee. One less enemy hindering us. It may mean the Executor has one less distraction but fuck it, worth it. Watching as the structure began to collapse in on itself, knowing she was burning away in there, that was worth it. It was worth everything. That was for Billy, for fucking with my kin, because fuck her.

I managed to make my way home afterwards, walked in the front door of the mansion and looked at Joshua who was apparently released thanks to Brood.

He had only one thing to ask, "Is she dead?"

I found myself grinning pleasantly at him before leaving to my room in the cellar to clean off. Silly Joshua, I wouldn't be home if she wasn't dead.

Ding dong, the bitch is dead, folks.
Hopefully you all will stay safer than her,

Congrats, Lenore. You won. I'm everything I tried to run from.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

I Cometh Lenore

 There is a child and she sleeps in the gutter
DON'T close your eyes and she's easy to SEE
She is NOT your child
She's ALWAYS another's
And those you abandon
They are left to ME

And know I WILL impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me

LISTEN now closely and hear how I've planned it
Please let me tell you just how it will be

She'll feel the PAIN but she won't understand it
She'll think it's her fate
But we'll know it's me
And know I WILL impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me
So let me know
Have I been clear?
That I will magnify each cut and every bruise and every single childhood tear
I'll pick her scabs
Cripple a hand
Push a finger in each wound I make
Now tell me then...
Do you understand
You understand?
YoU UnDeRsTaNd
You understand?
You understand.

And know I WILL impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Mister Creevey's Arrival

I was walking with Josie through the woods, shotgun tightly in my hand. We were running navigation courses because she can barely dodge worth shit, so I tied ribbons around in a path that started at the mansion and came back around to it. She started at the red ribbon, followed said colored ribbons until she came to the blue ribbon. I followed her as she did it, of course. Why the hell would I miss out on her running into trees? Hahahaha, oh it's priceless. But that's not the point of this, of course. Just trying to get her to have some fun with coordination.

Josie naturally ranted and raved when she couldn't get it. She's stopped crying, though, that's a plus. It took some coaxing for her to keep going, which has been working equally as well as the threats. The latter I haven't had to pull much, surprisingly. Things between her and I seemed to have evened out. She openly states I scare the shit out of her at times, but after all the time here she has come to appreciate what we have been doing. Especially with a threat on the horizon. Executor's mention of the monster heading this way concerned me, that wasn't some lie. It was fact, a nice heads up. I thought there would have been more time... But nope.

She was standing against a tree, panting from me demanding she continues running courses. Slacker. Josie was a bit scratched up; nothing bad which was impressive to say the least. I tossed her the water bottle; she fumbled to catch it and took a few sips before holding it out to me. I walked over, ready to take it when a rustling came from above. We both looked up to see a lurking figure on a branch peering down at us through the darkness. It launched itself down; I shoved Josie aside and it tackled me to the ground forcefully, the water bottle and shotgun flying out of my hands somewhere. The thing hunched over me, lifting his head to reveal half of it was just teeth. It looked like an inverted shadow; always moving, it resembled like a blob yet still maintained a basic humanoid shape.

"Ah... The accomplice." Its voice hissed deeply, glowing slit eyes staring inches away from my face. Josie gasped and it lifted its head, staring at her with a grin before looking back down at me. "You haven't kept my host in prime condition."

I curled my fingers around my knife, pulling it slowly from my belt loop. "That's because she's not your host anymore, Mister Creevey." I retorted firmly, flipping the knife in my hand before stabbing him in the side.

The monster looked between our bodies where the knife sunk it before tilting its head to look at me. It roared with laughter while grabbing my wrist, slamming it into the ground above my head. He kept pounding it against the ground until I finally relinquished my hold on the blade. I swiped at the creature with my free hand, blindsiding it with a hit to the head. I quickly skidded back and began to pull myself up, yelling at Josie to get back inside the wards. Mister Creevey grabbed my leg, dragging me back. I turned onto my back, kicking its chest and once more skidded back to gain distance. It sat on its knees, chuckling as it looked up. I kept him in my sights as I kept an eye out for the shotgun, and found it behind him. He caught my gaze, looking over his shoulder before back my way and waggled a finger.

Mister Creevey launched at me, I dodged as its clawed hand carved the bark off the tree I was standing in front of. I backed off, trying to move into the direction of the knife and shotgun. "Don't even think about it, girl." I scowled as it turned to face me, advancing step by step. "You will never reach it in time."

I bowed my head and waved him to attack me. "Try me, bitch." The thing grinned, lunging at me once more only this time making move to grab me. I countered the grab, directing its arm away from me as my other grabbed its throat. However, it forced me backwards into a tree and I found myself pinned, feet off the ground. I administered pressure to his throat using every ounce of strength to drive distance between. I dug my shoes into the tree for leverage, growling beneath my breath as he cackled. I felt my forearm grabbed and before I could realize what was happening I found myself on my back, wheezing as I rolled over to get back up. My hand knocked against something firm, I looked down to find the shotgun and grinned. Snatching it in my hands I pulled myself to a stand, spinning on my heels and took aim.

The beast stopped a moment, eying over the shotgun before advancing once more. I fired, blowing its head clear off. Except there was no satisfying crunch, no splatter of fluids. It was like shooting fucking jello. The body didn’t collapse; it remained standing in mid-step frozen. And then it twitched, clawed hand lifting and raising a single finger. Mister Creevey’s head molded back into existence, predatory eyes scolding me silently for that move. I reloaded, he was already in front grabbing hold of the gun as I finished, tearing it away before shoving the butt of it into my stomach. I stumbled back, the crack of the butt of the gun hitting my skull echoed in my head as I collapsed. My focus was off but I saw him towering over me, turning the gun around and raising it. I instinctively rolled to the side, dodging as he stabbed it into the ground where I was. “I’ve heard my siblings whisper your name.” I grunted; looking at him as I got up, vision clearing gradually. “They cursed you and I wondered why. You’re a human female,” His hand shot out, claws curling around my neck as he bent me backwards and hovered over me. “no special traits, surviving against His horde.”

I pulled at his arm, “I don’t why. All I did was escape them before becoming lunch.”

“They wouldn’t answer me, all my siblings and I do not get along. I consumed every spark dwelling within the caverns and received the answers.” He released me; I nearly fell backwards had the creature not prevented it with an arm around my back. It was an awkward dip before he raised us, spinning me into a tree.

I groaned, pushing off it with a glare. “Which are?”

Mister Creevey grinned further just before lunging my way, I dodged it and rolled past him. Hopping back up I snatched the shogun and wrenched it from the ground, taking aim at him and firing the slugs and dirt that was lodged in the barrel. It collided into him, I didn’t wait around this time. I bolted back to the mansion, firing and reloading whenever the fuck came too close for comfort. It served to delay him momentarily, good enough. What wasn’t good was I ran out of slugs, only a few yards from the mansion itself. Mister Creevey knew something was up when I didn’t fire and jumped immediately, tackling me from behind. I shoved my elbow into his side, dragging myself ahead of him only to be pulled back.

I could hear Josie screaming, the sound of safeties clicking off. I looked up to find Brood standing behind a row of MASC soldiers, guns trained on us.

“Get off of her.” Brood ordered. I looked over my shoulder at the entity hunched over me like some animal. It reached around, grabbing my throat as it lowered closer to me, immediately I knew it was to make getting a shot all the harder. But the pressure on my back began to fade, something felt off. I could see the MASC faltering where they stood, Brood was yelling at Mister Creevey.

Pain shot through my body and to bluntly put it, it felt like I was kicked backwards into the blackness, away from the world my eyes showed me. Everything became engulfed; I was back in my own mind as he forced his way into my body. Josie described being able to see everything she was doing, for some reason I trapped in my own mind. Deaf, dumb, and blind to what was going on outside.

“CREEVEY!” I screamed his name, again and again.

Until he showed himself smugly as he looked around. “Void, reminds me of home.”

“Protect your mind. It’s the only thing you have in all of this; protect it with everything you’ve got. Your mind is your own personal arsenal, if anything tries to invade use any means to get it out. Create a maze, confuse it, weaken it." Mystery's words came to mind "Attack, assault, scare. This is YOUR mind, YOU have the power.” The Caged One’s demands from the past followed after, reflecting on Executor’s various intrusions. If there is one thing Mystery has been proud of me for ever it was this. She knew, better than anyone, just what my thought process was like, what I twisted and created just when bored in my head. Every assault Executor dropped onto me was fought harder and harder, becoming easier every step of the way. Dreams were a Wonderland filled with endless possibilities. "You're a creator, Shady." She had said when I confronted her about my family. A simple thing to say that after this experience I'd come to learn meant more than what I originally thought. But at the time was all I needed to remember.

I breathed heavily, a grin of my own coming forth. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?” It asked so simply.

“You won’t like it here.” I mused, chuckling, laughing. Like fucking hell I was going to let some spirit possess my mind. The blackness lunged from the walls, floor, ceiling of my own mind and began to coil around Mister Creevey. The monster seemed to become alarmed, ripping through it as he dodged around. Like a goddamn rabbit sprinting from danger. I screamed, "YOUARENOTHINGHERE!" as the floor of my mind engulfed its clawed feet, sinking it shin deep. Further blackness latched on, curling around his wrists and slithering up his arms. It didn’t cease, I wouldn’t let it. Engulfing, cocooning him within the blackness and eventually swallowing him whole. "I'm not Josie, Creevey. I won't roll over and die."

"But you will unravel just as easily." His voice came from the black bubble.

Then there was just this searing pain. It reminded me of when the Executor was digging around, but the extent was less severe. I can only guess that was because Mister Creevey wasn't being careful, he was acting without any restraint, and it fucking hurt.

The blackness blinked away and I could see grass stained with blood, and I was coughing violently which only forced more out. Joshua was shoving past the MASC soldiers before Brood caught him by the arm. My brother frantically waved in my direction, pointing at me. I looked to my right to find my arm in the air on its own, I fought my own body to bring it back down but it did nothing. It remained upwards, not responding to my will. And after a moment of struggle it came crashing down to the ground ahead of me, digging into the dirt as I dragged myself forward unwillingly. My body ceased, one simple motion to remind me who was in control of my body. My mind was my own, true to the claim I fought, but Mister Creevey was winning the bodily possession. I was a witness to the puppet show.

MASC soldiers came to my aid, no words could escape my mouth to send them away. A stick on the ground near my hand would be what made the first kill, a jab to the throat eliminated one soldier. Maybe if Brood was willing to man up and kill me he wouldn't have lost some people. A throat slit open, a neck cracked, an arm broken before a bullet met a head. Creevey laughed as a knife was stabbed into the crotch of one, when they fell my shoe did as well, crushing the skull. It takes a few stomps, you know, to flatten a head. You can dent it with enough force in one go, but to flatten it... That takes three or more.

Con was trying to prevent soldiers from firing on me. I guess that's mostly why I wasn't shot down, eh? Brood was too busy arguing with Con, debating with her as she battled for my life.

My mind fought for control. The best way to describe that is being in a foreign building looking for the control room. You'd think that would be easy enough given this being my body as well as given the fact my mind was in control still. Wrong. When there is a virus in your system it's sending signals to all different locations, the response time is not what you'd imagine.
I felt my face was damp and reached up a hand, it wasn't tears. It was blood. Same thing from my nose, and the tickle coming down my neck was all blood from my ears. The pain only got worse, I couldn't stay up on my hands and knees. I remember crumbling to the ground.

"Some things came before the Dreamwalker, they know more tricks, better tricks." His voice hissed from everywhere, my vision returned to blackness. My brain didn't know what to focus on, sensory overload. "Your friend looks scared. How scared do you think he would be if your body began attacking him?"

"Don't." I grunted.

Once more I was in my mind, laying on my stomach. Mister Creevey sat on my back, its heel on the back of my head keeping it down. "We could have a lot fun together if you were my meat-suit." He pressed harder onto the back of my head, I held its ankle trying to remove it. "Too cramped in here. Incarnations are always like that. Leave very little wiggle room for us hungrier folks. Killing you is a pain, just pop up in some other body later. I hate it. I'd hate them too if they weren't such fun to break." The foot was removed and I was turned over, the monster was looking back down. Its head tilted to the side a moment, as if listening to something before the grin spread further. "The Agent is trying to negotiate. Thinks I will release you for the Pawn."

"Won't you?"

"No." Its claw scrapped down my cheek a few times. "I can kill them and get her, should you wake you would only see the dead as they rest." I flinched as the claw dug into my skin. "I don't negotiate, it's too merciful an act." The creature seemed to grin more. "Us talking this much is too merciful an act too." I didn't even see its hand coming, slashing across my face and carving it open. I just heard screaming, my own, mixed with his cackling. What felt like a thousand needles sank into my collar, its jaw clamped down. "I'm going to leave you a nice present for if you ever wake up." From there I was just being torn apart until I eventually blacked out.

I woke up in our medical room to Joshua's panicked face, he was holding me down and yelling at someone on my other side. When I looked I found my arm extended, choking one of MASC's medics and Brood was trying to pry my hand off him. I tried to get my body to release the guy but it wouldn't listen. Joshua lifted a hand, Creevey slashing open my face came to mind. Panic filled me. They sedated me... A lot, so I was told later. It didn't stop the medic's neck from breaking, though. The drugs didn't take effect in time for that.

I learned afterwards Josie fled the scene. Right out the back door while I was possessed. Con mentioned it to me when I was becoming more aware. The bitch fucking fled, heh. Man, I'm not going to take the time to repeat my rage at that.

"What are we going to do with her?"

"Put me in an empty room and keep me shackled." Joshua objected. Why, I don't know. But he doesn't know my body like I do, he doesn't feel the changes that were made. "Creevey threw off the balance. I'm not being thrown out of the mansion because I don't want to kill you all, but my body isn't acting on want. It's acting on need. Look at Josie, Gallows, and Graves, their lives are all about aggression, violence, and apathy. I have the ability to retaliate against Creevey mentally, but it hasn't stop him from influencing. He pulled an Executor, but better this time. Creevey knew I'd be thrown out due to the wards if I fell into a Gallows mindset. All he did was force my body to act on the impulse to kill without consent."

Which brings us to where we are now, hehe. I wrote this a few days ago, before my previous post. When things weren't as... Well, I've slipped my shackles. Whoops! And Road Runner, my, my, you gained some ground. I have work to do from within this room, should they need me to leave I've got an empty little house waiting for use. Can't make promises the mailman will survive if I go back home, though. Not with this condition and all.
Options on how to act are slim, really. I'm shifting through my own brain to try and figure out how to repair this... Frustration. It's really an inconvenience when you're trying to hunt someone and need some stealth. You know, the whole "KILL EVERYTHING!" while you're tracking doesn't help in the least. Heh. Soon.
Brood thinks it is unwise for me to pursue Lenore while in this unbalanced state. I agree to a degree but the longer I go without pursuit the farther she gets. The more time she has the worse we'll be. Limping prey is easy prey in comparison to a healthy target that walks tall. I'llripherapart!

Stay safe if you can,