Lacus Ater

"He can't fucking hide from me. He WILL pay for his betrayal. Him and ANYONE who gets in the way WILL be destroyed! This whole fucking world will burn if that's what it takes to destroy him! FUCKING ALL OF IT. The organization and their little system of lies can't protect him now. They're not Father's will. I AM FATHER'S WILL. And we will burn it all to the ground and leave beautiful fields of ash... but first I have to find him.

The Logs I stole from the electronic word box indicate he keeps coming here. Black Lake, [Redacted]. They're sending him here for something. Something important. He'll have to come back at least once to try to make off with whatever it is they're keeping here. I just need to find it and catch who ever comes to get it. Then they can lead me to that betrayer.

In a small little shit hole like this with fuck all to offer the world but fish, I think I'll know important when I see it. God I can practically FEEL his flesh now. I can't wait to RIP IT FROM HIS BONES!"

                                       --Duckie, November 2, 2008. 

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So we arrived at Bla-... I... Fuck. Do I really sound like THAT?! Blondie says Duckie's old rantings remind her of me. IT MAKES ME WANT TO RIP THE FLESH FROM H-... FUCK.

I AM NOT DUCKIE. I'm not. I'M NOT

Duckie had stupid FUCKING self delusions. I DON'T! THAT FUCKER WILL PAY FOR BETR-... GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

We. Are. Not. Alike.

We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. WE. Are. Not. Alike. We. ARE. Not. Alike. We. Are. NOT. Alike. We. Are. Not. ALIKE. WE. Are. Not. Alike. We. ARE. Not. Alike. We. Are. NOT. Alike. We. Are. Not. ALIKE. WE. ARE. Not. Alike. We. ARE. NOT. Alike. We. Are. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. Alike. We. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE.WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE.WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE.

WE ARE NOT FUCKING ALIKE.

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I... had an episode. THOS FCKERS TIED ME DWN>

But I'm better now. All.... better. I broke Moth's nose a little when he was untying me... BUT HE CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF FOR TYING ME DOWN.

Sure he can smell it off in no time. The mutes a champ! Champ mute! MY MUTE IS MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS.

My mute can walk right through the door.

Its disgusting to think that Duckie use to think like me. Uh... vomited a little in my mouth just thinking that.... and now its ALL OVER THE FUCKING COMPUTER.

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Third try. Third try is the charm. When can we do it? On the third try. Why? BECAUSE WE'RE FUCKING LOSERS AND IT TAKES US THREE ATTEMPTS TO WRITE SOMETHING OUT.

FUCK. Just... REMEMBERING THAT STUPID FUCKING JOURNAL ENTRY makes me so mad. AND I SIT HERE and I see it. 

Its a viscous fucking cycle! Cycle of doom! DOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

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Okay... threw the Frog out the window screaming doom. Fourth try! Super FUCKING LOSER try time. Yeah!

Uh... huh. Was already lifting it over my head to throw it out the window. Gotta try... harder. Control. CONTROL.

Just... focus. Calm. Melodies... la, la l-.... 

... 

Moth here. We had to tie Picasso down again. She started freaking the fuck out. And by we, I mean me. LeCroix took off about 10 minutes before Picasso's latest episode. Said she was going out for 'Research'. Didn't say on what though. Or where. Or when she was coming back. I find it concerning.

Back on Picasso, I went through a lot of trouble to keep her out of those books because I knew she would get like this. I was kind of surprised myself. I know he snapped when he went rogue but... its hard to imagine Duckie acting like a screaming raving fucking lunatic.

Maybe that's just the nature of Wrath...

Uhghhhhh.... I shouldn't have left that bookmark in the journal. I don't know if I can take another night of Picasso screaming and slamming herself against the wall.

I think, I'm just gonna leave her in the trunk tonight. Hope to god she doesn't attract police or something.

Anyways, lets try this a fifth time shall we? 

We're in Black Lake. Its a small town in the middle of nowhere. Apparently, Sloth [the Betrayer] use to frequent here back when Duckie was an agent. 

I know for a fact there must still be something in this town. When I was still working for Fracture, he use to send me here every Month to spend a night at Black Lake Inn. I never really questioned it but seeing how this has apparently been a tradition for four years now there must be something about the town that's tied to him.

Something we can use against him.

Moth Out. [Ending Picasso's Entry.]

Exaggerated Reports of my Death

They are exaggerated.

Seriously, I'M NOT DEAD. So I lost a little bit of my Kool-Aid, so WHAT? The body makes more!

Like lots more! Just takes time. I feels LOADS better. I felt bad when I was low on Kool-Aid, and now that some time has passed and my body has made some more I feel fine. And my body will keep making more. Eventually I'll be ABLE TO DO STUFF, again.

Right now I can only do one handed things so I'm assuming I only have 50% of my Kool-Aid yet because its still not safe to use my other arm or make WIDER MOTIONS with that half of my body. Err... that corner really?

So I have like 75% if its just that one forth I can't use right?

See? Nothing to worry about. I'm getting BETTER all the time!

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Moth seems to think I should talk about what happened. He left me a note telling me to before he left today.

I told him, "THAT'S FUCKING STUPID. Who would hear it? You? Why would I pander to some SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE. I'll just blog it."

He started growling. Felt on his forehead. LEFT LIKE A BITCH. I win. I always do.

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Okay, so Moth was searching this hotel floor. It was another dead end, apparently, but he wanted clues or something? Somewhere to go from here that might have answers. Which is silly. We're following a 6 year old trail. TIME DESTROYS CLUES.

Now, in hindsight, I should have known we were about to get attacked. I've been getting sloppy. COMPLIANT.

Some police bitch came up and was asking people to leave one at a time. I didn't SEE her, but I heard her. First missed Red Flag, she skipped us.

Second flag came when I realized she missed only us. I thought to my self, "OH?! Alone? NAP TIME!"

So I stretched. I was getting ready to curl up on the floor. Let Moth do his stupid searching thing ON HIS FUCKING OWN.

I remember hearing a 'ping' sound from the glass behind me. Sudden, my should was ON FIRE! And GUSHING Kool-Aid.

I should have dropped then but I wasn't thinking.

I grabbed my shoulder and tried to keep the Kool-Aid in by bracing the back wound against the wall and pushing on the front which hurt like ALL FUCKING HELL. IT BURNED, AND STUNG, and the red was getting everywhere.

"M-Moth!" I called. He was already coming over, he heard it too. He took one look at me and the window behind me and dropped.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-?!"

I didn't get to finish that. There was a noise...

'Click'. Like the sound of a trigger being pulled?

I finally dropped myself. I finally realized what was going on.

It wasn't hot anymore... things where starting to get cold. I was having a hard time moving....

'Click'

I threw all my weight with what little strength I could muster into one direction and watched as a bullet ripped through the glass again and cut right into the floor.

I don't know why it took me so long to realized I had been shot from behind... should have been faster... or something...

Moth scooped me up. Ran. One arm under me, one arm trying to keep pressure on my shoulder.

So much... Kool-Aid. I was too big... or he was too small. We weren't moving fast enough.

'Click'

"NO!!"

I kicked the wall hard. Threw us Moth off balance and we started to fall.

SCREAMS EVERYWHERE. FROM ME, THE BULLET, THE HALL, THE PORTAL, THE PATH, AND  the TREE.

Never heard the world scream so loud when I ripped a path portal open.

THE MONSTERS CAN HEAR IT. They were coming.

Moth quickly scooped me up once more. In his panic he started running. Random direction. I could hear them. Chasing us.

It was so dark. No more colors... or shapes... just blurs...

Moth stopped... must not be just behind us anymore.

More SCREAMS as I forced one last portal open... fell into the black...

Woke up in bed, stitched up... and cold.

Could barely move. I was so weak. I looked up at Moth hovering over me. He had passed out... hunch over me.

I did what anyone would have done. I LURCHED MY SELF high and headbutted him HARD in his STUPID FUCKING FACE and then screamed BLOODY FUCKING MURDER as my stitches ripped open.

And I've been recovering ever since.

See? No reason to be dead. Didn't lose all my Kool-Aid. Hell, that sniper only hit me ONCE! I'm tougher then that. It'd take 5 bullets minimum and AT LEAST 2 of those bullets would need to have been head shots.

I'm fine.

Picasso Entry End.

They Don't Check Where They Already Looked

At least they normally don't. Fracture might know us too well.

Oh, forgive me. How cliche' of me to tie in the title and then go back and recap everything I skipped over with the tie in leaving everyone to wonder if I maybe should have used a different title.

This is Moth... I guess. It's a better name than Trent at least.

Better, because it is mine. Stolen titles are worthless. Titles must be earned or given.

Straying hopelessly back on topic, I hate this. I hate this machine, I hate that I have to use it, and I hate that I have to break my vow of silence to communicate with a bunch of faceless titles in a stupid and likely desperate plea for help and attention.

Attention, because she seems to feed on it. Not right now, through. She, she being Picasso, seems to be borked. She was chatting with Lily on Lily's blog through the comments when suddenly she started screaming bloody fucking murder, not that she doesn't do that at random all on her own sometimes, and then passed out. She doesn't often pass out from that. I tied her to her bed so she wouldn't hurt herself. Taped a knife to her hand. Let her cut herself free in the morning.

She screamed at me that I was wasting precious rope when she finally cut herself loose and pulled the duck tape off her lips. Since she got up she has shown an odd phobia of these little machines. She refused to get on them to update this blog thing. So here I am. Fucking bullshit. Hopefully she gets over her stupid little fear soon. Because I hate doing this. It makes me want to slice my fingers open.

On the note of these machines, we are done stealing them from the university. Picasso wanted us to stick around and collect some more just in case we needed them later. Five is more than enough though, besides campus security was starting to figure out it was us taking them and the last thing we need is an arrest.

Hopefully now we can stop calling these things Frogs. Because they aren't. It was a stupid fucking code name for them and I won't miss it.

Although, Picasso keeps referring to them as an 'Army' so I'm afraid she might not be dropping the whole frog thing anytime soon.

We're on the move trying to find a new safe house. Duckie claimed to have kept 12 of them across the United States but he never shared where they were. Not sure even Fracture knows. Finding one of those is a high priority right now.

We had prepared two safe houses for when we were going to declare freedom from Fracture but both of those seem to be gone for good now. Gone in the sense that we can't get to them though, not physically. This is a greater oddity than you might think.

See, Fracture used the Tracker he put in our old machine to find us while we were at both of our prepared safe houses. Both times he attacked, he did so with fire. We decided we would try to live in one of the burned out buildings as a safe house because 'see title' but when we got there we found that both sites were perfectly intact.

It's as if the fires never happened. And now there seem to be proxies living there. Fracture's goons we're assuming, living it up in the places we spent months prepping. Fucking assholes.

As an interesting note, the building we preemptively set on fire to try to catch some of Fracture's goons in the inferno when they showed up looking for us did in fact burn down. For whatever reason, there are goons living there too. They were being a little more sneaky with it though. We almost walked right into that trap.

So we're wandering I guess, trying to find one of Duckie's or Gargoyle's hideouts. 

Don't even know if it's safe for us to use the path anymore. I hardly feel like a proxy. At this point, I feel like runner wearing a mask.

This is not going well. Should have just killed Picasso when Fracture asked.

Moth Out.