Reuinted

Hello. Moth here.

So this is probably the more pressing part of this update, I've reunited with Picasso and Navi.

Navi is pretty fucked up. Or was. We let some time ass. We've been moving. Always moving. Have to be. Fracture's been chasing us pretty hard. Or at least his men have. Hes mad. Madder then I've ever seen him. We stopped leaving the car. We loiter off in parking lots. Have to be ready to leave in a moments notice. Gas prices have been hell on our budget lately as a direct result. And now that we don't have Sloth to fund our mission, that budget isn't going to be getting any bigger so we have to be frugal... if money should get tight we may very well end up robbing some poor fucks to make a quick buck at some pawn shop.

My greatest concern there is the possibility of accidentally creating some new runners... I'll have to be careful with how I handle things if it gets to that. Then again, that risk is supposedly present in everything we do. Kind of hell on the nerves if you think about it too much. Just have to... try to ignore it I guess.

... I got so sidetracked there. Damn it. I'm rambling. I need to watch that. Its a terrible trait.

So Navi was pretty fucked up. We're not sure who bandaged her up, as Picasso can't see Navi and Navi was apparently passed out for it but they did a pretty good job. They were in New York though. Everything from New York City to Philadelphia is an uncannily active hub for proxies and fears so it could have been anyone looking to cut a light blow against Fracture. I'd like to think its an old friend or something but, I can't imagine they'd risk it.

 But since they did such a good job, and since I've been pulling more than my own fair share of the work to make sure she can take it easy, (And since shes such a good girls she insists on constantly reminding me) she healed up pretty quick. Her stitches aren't quite out but shes been doing some minor exercises to get back into form. She should be bouncing off the walls and pissing me off in no time flat at this rate.

I'd had sustained some minor injuries myself... but not as troubling as a stab wound. My opponent was careful just to piece my skin. My arms were pretty ripped up. I think they were trying to induce minor blood loss while disabling my ability to fight. We'll get back to that later in the post.

It made moving my arms a pain in the ass. Every little muscle flex would irritate those nerves. I suppose I should just be happy I didn't end up with any snapped ligaments.

Since my range of motion had to be slow and deliberate, Picasso was doing a lot of the driving and buying. Once Fracture's goons really started to come down on us I had to push myself to drive so she could sleep. I've had a lot of cuts rip open on me. Now that I'm better, I have to be honest, my arms look like shit. More scarred flesh then I'd ever hope to have earned. My over all range of motion is... mostly what it was. I can still make my wide breath of motion with my arms but I have to tell myself that I can. I haven't quite gotten over that sensation that they could rip back open if I over do it when but I'm pretty sure they're fine now.

If we ever find more then a days break somewhere, I'll have to spar with Picasso or something. I need see if I'm more fucked up than I think I am and the best way to find out is by doing. So here is hoping that goes well if the opportunity should ever present itself.




So back to the asshole that disabled me. For those that can remember him, apparently Helrick is still alive.

News that absolute made Picasso perk up.

"What?! NO! You're lying! HOW?! Did he actually kill them all himself? OH MY GOD IS HE AWESOME?!"

'No. Hes working for Fracture.' Her smile sank as she read those words. She smashed one of the rear view mirrors with her fist and kicked the non-discript vehicle hard enough to dent it. Furious.

"FUCK HIM. I knew he was weak..."

Yeah... weak.

He fucked me up. Once more, I'm ahead of myself.

So I had been making a point of being track-able. Fracture made a point of announcing that he was sending his finest after us so I made of point of being known. I path traveled a lot. I made transactions with Sloth's account. I used my old cell number to shoot fake plans to Picasso. I'm thinking I over did it and he caught on that something was up because his finest didn't show up to face me.

As Hollow's Eve night fell on me, I made my final stop. A big ass aquarium. A place I'd done a job at before. And from that job, I knew how to rig the room I was waiting in to flash flood with the press of a button. I just had to wait for his finest to show up looking for me and then with the press of that button they were gonna drown to death. Not exactly the kind of victory I like but at this point I'll take any victory.

But as I've said, his finest did not show. Instead I got a single arrival. A muscular man with his arm in a sling. His face concealed by a black hoody. I figured this was just a scout. If he didn't come back, surely the rest of the 'finest' would come out and I should spring the trap then. So I stepped out into view and flicked on the lights.

To my surprise, it was Helrick.

"Ah. Hello Moth. Just you? Where's Picasso... and that one girl. Whats-her-tits. Novi I think? Or maybe Navi. 'Hey listen!', hahaha. I can't believe she made that her name.... where are they?"

'...'

"Oh right. You're mute. See, I've been looking for you guys. You were right. That assault on the police station was... it was a shit idea you know? I took a few bullets. I was lucky to get out of there with my life. Had to go hide and lick my wounds... guess I was lucky I left Black lake when I did. You guys really fucked that place up. I mean jeez. Overkill. But hey, that town tried to kill me for helping them... hard to fault you.

... So where is everyone else."

His demeanor was offensive. His guard was high. His unslung hand had was hidden, I suspected on a weapon. I considered he might have been being followed but that was giving him too much befit of the doubt. How could he have possible have tracked me? Pathing around made it easy for Fracture to track me, but for any non-proxy it should be terribly fucking difficult. Hell, I don't even know how Fracture does that shit. And yet as soon as I stop moving for more than a day... there he is. Like he knew exactly where I was.

He was lying. Fracture sent him. No doubt. I drew my spear.

I could see him grin. I guess he already had a pretty good idea that wasn't going to work.

"I never was a good liar," he laughed pulling off his eye-patch to reveal his cat eye and pulling his arm from its sling to reveal his rake claw. "But a fight I can do. I'll make a liar out of you when I leave you lying on the floor!" He snickered at this terrible fucking joke. He dropped down on all fours and started dashing at me.

Hes fucking fast. I thought I had him. A running start is a terrible idea against a spear, but he leapt against wall and kick into my side. Once he was in and on me, my spear was not doing me a lot of good.

I kept trying to spin and swing at him but he kept pace and ripped at my arms. By that last swing, when I finally did hit him, it wasn't very hard. He just grinned his toothy grin and shoved me against the wall. My arms were fucked. Useless. That spear was dead to me. I couldn't much leave with it now. It'd just get in the way. Colors were fading. I was dizzy.

He brought his fist up. I think he thought I was done. He was wrong. He threw my weight hard in on direction. I knew it was gonna be coming at me so I just had to make a good point of moving. Heard him shout. Listened to bones snap with a loud thud as he accidentally brought his fist against the wall in what was likely supposed to be a knock out punch. That rake claw, its real good for slashing and impaling but not punching. Given the shape those hands take when a feral-ling mutates, they break easily under the force of a punch.

I grabbed his shoulders. I needed to secure the advantaged before he could recoup from the pain. I couldn't push or pull real hard but holding him like that made it easy to drive a knee into his gut. He crumpled over, winded.

Time to fuck off. I Pathed out to my car and sped off for as long as I could bear, not long, into the middle of nowhere. Bandaged up. Did my best to drive further way before the adrenaline wore off and I finally had to curl up and sleep to escape the pain.

I spent the next few days trying to meet up with Picasso. Moving around was hellish. I'm lucky I made it.

They kept showing up at the meeting spots before me. Had keep changing it closer until I just had them coming in to pick me up.

That sucked.

... Better now. But fuck that asshole.  Helrick, I'm sure you read this. Fuck you buddy. Traitorous asshole. I'm gonna feed you your own claw. Seriously, fuck you.

Moth out.

Operation Hallow Hunt

God FUCKING damn it.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Seriously, fuck.

I thought we had it that time. I really really really thought we finally had it. FUCK.

So, this happened.

Which, I didn't do. I SO would have if I could, but I didn't! I did, however, have a good hunch that it was gonna happen.

So the plan was for Moth to start heading away from New York for the FAR corners of the United States. I can't say where exactly for safety reasons, but his part of the plan was more or less to lead Fracture's FINEST blood hounds as far away from New York as possible so they would be unavailable to respond to the crisis I suspected was gonna go down in New York.

Meanwhile, I was camping out in New York watching the coffee shop Fracture tethered his loop to. That's right, its at a fucking COFFEE SHOP of ALL fucking places. Not the Baker Street one, but its still kind of fucked up. I can't tell if its silent reverence, a hommage, or if he was blatantly trying to exploit the high profile nature of the original coffee shop to confuse people out of finding his. But the bottom line here, ITS FUCKED UP. Probably.

Its gone now. I think. Everything was packed up and the place is labeled 'For Lease' now. Not that I could hang around to see if anyone was still making regular trips in and out of it. For all I know, the 'For Lease' thing could just be to throw me and anyone else off his trail. He could very well still be tethered there. Again, I COULDN'T HANG AROUND. I was pretty sure I was being followed and that shit HAD to stop. So I slipped in and out of a few clothes store in different outfits without paying until I was sure no one was tracking me anymore. ALSO DITCHED ALL OF MY PRECIOUS STUFF. It was REALLY fucking disheartening.

Holy shit, I am so far ahead of myself. Lets roll back the clock.... to the dawn of time. SING THIS SONG WITH ME~...

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do... do, do, do... do, do, do... do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do... sing this song with me...

.......

DINOSAURS. Moving on (from happier times~).

Lets go back to the hunch. THE HUNCH IS SO IMPORTANT.

So, like, Duckie is a hollow right? And hollows try to go somewhere on Hollow's Eve, right? And Fracture lives in and keeps all his valuable stuff in a loop right? Fracture considers Duckie valuable and is keeping him, right? Still with me? Is it coming together?

I bet this is all sounding TOTALLY irrelevant right? YOUR WRONG AND A FUCKING IDIOT! As stupid as Fuck Face Fracture.

See, apparently Duckie can dismantle a loop by force of will. He just has to want to. Its not something he did a lot but it is something he did before HE DIDN'T DIE.

But a hollow does not want... except! Except on Hollow's Eve when they all want out of their cages to go to the woods! 

SO BLAMMO. Hollow's Eve night and VIOLENT MASKED LUNATICS start pouring out of Fracture's coffee shop. Apparently, Fracture was storing Duckie with the rest of the psychopaths to keep him hidden or something because they all seemed to be hollows... best I could tell at least.

I started CUTTING THEM DOWN, safely. I would pick wanderers out of the crowd. NONE OF THEM WERE DUCKIE.

I got impatient! I was in the process of running back to my car so I could just try PLOWING through the crowd when MOTH 2.0 SHOWED UP. Maggot.

I can TOTALLY take that little shit in a fight, but the little fucker pulled a gun on me and started unloading. I RIPPED a path portal back to my car to escape the gun fire. Once I had gotten the car started, I could see the fucker coming around the corner for me. I'm still not sure how they're tracking my path use. I couldn't risk Maggot gunning me down if I sped the car forward at it, so I spun the car around and fled across town making SO many turns until I was sure I had lost ANY potential pursuers. Then I had to ditch the car. Maggot had probably got my plates.

Couldn't risk going back that night... and I already explained what I saw when I went back later.

Now, here is an interesting side note. Supposedly, Moth's imaginary girlfriend Navi went with me for this plan. So somewhere in all of this, she was in there doing things... somewhere. But we can't see each other or something so... I don't... know how that could possibly have worked...

HERE IS A MESSAGE FOR NAVI. What happened girl? Where you at? You still here with me? Where you going? You alive?

Either way, I got a text from Moth telling me where he is so we can meet up. So we're doing that. Since I got the laptop, he can share his half of the story when he gets to me.

That is, of course, assuming the Finest didn't FIND AND KILL HIM. In which case, this is a trap and I'm probably gonna die.

HAPPY THOUGHTS.

Here is hoping that does not happen.

Picasso out and stuff.

Never Red Remention

First off, it's good to see Fracture starting to crack. I'm kind of hoping he does himself in trying to protect those people... feels kind of harsh to say in light of how many people would be going with him but I think it would be worth it to be rid of him.

At least, I thought so. Picasso, oddly enough, seems to disagree.

"NO! He's not allowed to die until I'm done making him watch me kill Duckie. That HAS TO HAPPEN FIRST,  then we can go roll him off a cliff or something."

But I personally think I'd still rather just see Fracture dead and done with. Things would be safer and easier that way.

I don't remember her being so hellbent on making Fracture pay before. Then again,  he has been trying to kill us. Not hard to imagine how she would take that personally.

...

So... we're just trolling around right now. We have to assume Fracture has people huffing after us after what we did so we're trying to move as constantly as possible.

Traveling with Red has been odd. She's stopped cowering in the back seat and is actually up and relaxing. It's nice to see her calm and smiling. Much like Picasso, she's taken to talking at me. Although, worse than Picasso, she keeps going as if I've been saying things back.

"Morning Quiet Guy. Good. Like a baby," she giggles. "One. I dreamt I was a Walrus soaring through the sky! I know walrus don't do that. It was a dream, ass. Weird things happen in dreams. Don't give me that! I bet your dreams were weird too. Oh yeah, what did you dream about then? Liar, you so totally did, you just don't want to tell me because you know it was weird! Yeah whatever," she says grinning to herself and pulling out a notebook. She then starts sketching... a walrus flying with the clouds.

And that's what about 80% of my day has been since she started traveling with us.

Although, it gets worse than that. Picasso and Red have this weird thing going where they seem to be completely oblivious of each other despite being about five feet from each other for 4/5ths of the day.

I'm not sure entirely sure how unaware of each other they actually are since they never bump into each other or accidentally sit on each other when we stop to eat somewhere but they don't ever acknowledge each other. The most notable issue with this is the way they casually talk over each other.

"So how are Moth I want I'm good and a BAGEL the chips please the cream cheese I WILL thank you SKULL."

I've actually taken to letting Red drive so I can pretend to sleep and avoid this new fresh hell.

I did manage to get Red alone the other night and that brings us to our tittle tie in. I found out what her actual name is.

'Hi.'

"Hi paper! Do you have a message for me from Quiet Guy?"

'... My name is Moth.'

"Hahaha. Liar."

'No. It really is.'

"That so? Your mommy called you Moth?"

I stared at her blankly for a minute and shook my head no.

"I knew it. You turn orange when you lie! What's your real name?"

'A secret.'

"Well, Mr. Secret, if that's how you want to play then my name is.... Not Navi! Ha! So, like, call me that and stuff."

I just stared at her, started questioning to myself why every girl I have to travel with acts like a lunatic.

"No! Of course not!" she said deciding to continue the conversation on her own.

I'm really starting to regret all the time I spent looking for her.

I'll see what I can't get out of her later when she quiets up a bit.

Moth out.

A Turnaround

So...

Picasso has been acting weird. You know, weird for her.

Who here remembers this?

Its not overly important if you don't. Ignore the false accusations of an alleged porn addiction and the alleged proxy moonlighting. Those aren't important.

Key detail, I leave and do things while Picasso is asleep.

She sleeps like a rock. She tends to wear herself out.

But lately, I've been coming home to find shes not there. She leaves while I'm out. I go out looking for her and come back to find shes already in bed sleeping again. Then she doesn't say thing about it in the morning.

I tried watching the door when I got back the night after that to see if I could catch her on her way back in but she slipped in without so much as a noise while I was in the bathroom.

I held it the day after that. I kept a close eye on the door and the window but in passing I checked the bed to find she was already back in it. That's fucking crazy right?

Not a sound. She wasn't there when I got back, and then she suddenly was when I wasn't looking.

I tried just watching her bed to see if I could catch her appearing to try to figure out what the fuck was going on. I fell out of the chair late into the morning when I heard her scream morning at me from behind. Apparently she appeared in my bed that time.

I spent the night after that trying to catch her leaving. She didn't, or so I thought. I check on her around my usual arrival time to find she also disappears without a sound or a sign.

I tried looking for her. If she was disappearing she had to be going somewhere right? Given the strange circumstances, I didn't think this would work. But it did. I found her standing under a lamp post staring at a house across the street. Just silently standing there sporting an impatient glare. I tried running over to her. Mid-dash she turned to look at me. I blinked on the approach and she was suddenly gone again.

I heard the sound of wood snapping... and some running across the street. I tried to chase it but Picasso was already long gone... assuming that was her.

I went home and she was already in bed again. Once more, she said nothing about it when she woke up... just acted impulsive and childish like she always does.

I'm sharing this because I don't know what to make of this. I've never heard of anything like this. I need some advice on... well what the fuck to do. Its all very concerning.

On a completely unrelated note the Empath, I've taken to calling her 'Red', who apparently saw Duckie has gone missing. I've been spending the time I had not chasing Picasso looking for her but shes just gone. Her parents recently filed a missing persons on her. When I peeked in on the house the mother was crying and panicking. I've spotted the father driving up and down the neighborhood. I think hes trying to spot her off the street or something.

I've noticed people reacting to my presence now. After the dust up in the restaurant the town seems to have taken notice that I am not one of their masked police figures. My mask is rather distinct and I believe we've become suspects in Red's missing persons case.

Actually why I was so concerned when Picasso started disappearing. She's grounded and isn't allowed to leave due to all the attention. She sticks out like a sore thumb.

The situation in this town has become too much. I need to find Red so we can question her, find/kill Duckie, and then fuck off before they figure out where we've been staying and come busting down the door.

Moth out.

Laying SO Low

So... in light of attacking a cop and stealing the rakeling he was about to execute for our own gains, not to mention Fracture's threat a few posts back, we decided we should probably lay low.

We had attracted too much heat! MUCH TOO MUCH heat.

So we kept hidden. I spoon fed MISTER MONSTER MAN to keep him alive since we had to keep him blindfolded and bound and we lived off of what was left of our canned goods for a while.

But apparently that wasn't good enough for mister monster man. Being the rakeling that he is, HE NEEDS MEAT. And not only does he need meat, he NEEDS TO HUNT AND KILL HIS MEAT. Eat it raw. STRIP THE BONE.

Problem was, as long as we had had him bound like that, he was likely to RIP THE FLESH FROM OUR BONES as soon as we let him go. Couldn't have that. I like my flesh. I prefer to keep it attached to my bones y'know? FEELS COMFORTABLE. It's fashionable too. All the still alive people are doing it!

So we dumped him in a trunk and carried him off to the woods when it was good and dark out. I watched him RUN DOWN SOME SQUIRRELS like the monster he is. I was kind of amazing to watch.

He would start on two legs, and then drop to all fours. And when he dropped to all fours like that he started lifting off with his over sized mutated arm to gain speed. Apparently that arms is stronger than his other arm or even his legs. But he only has one over sized arm so every time he does that he pulls to the left.

Let me tell you now, there is NOTHING funnier than watching a funky looking dog man plow into a tree while chasing a squirrel. Like OH MY FUCKING GOD, I fell over and I couldn't stop laughing. It was fucking ridiculous and THAT LOOK on his face. Priceless. Absolutely priceless.

"Hey, dog breath."

He groaned loudly. "What?"

"I can tell you're tired of my SHITTY nicknames for you... whats your name?"

"My name huh?"

"Uh, YEAH, your name."

"I'm Hellion Rick."

"Uh, NO YOUR NOT."

"... What do you mean, no I'm not. That my name."

"Said the man with a face COATED in blood and fur. That who you were! Who are you now? Don't tell me you don't have some cool alias or some poser wanna be short hand to call yourself by."

"No... wait, is Picasso not your real name?"

"I... what? No. GOD NO. That's... that's a fucking boys name. Are you fucking retarded?"

"... You can never tell nowadays... people name their children weird shit."

"Right... well I'm not calling you that. You HAVE to have a cool name thingy! To protect your identity. Otherwise the Joker and Two-Face are gonna hurt your loved ones!"

"I... wait, what? What the fuck is wrong with you girl? And, what's wrong with Hellion? Hellion not 'cool' enough for you somehow?"

"Well. NO! Its your real name. Has to be a fake one! New life, new you, NEW NAME! So from now on... I name you Helrick!"

"... That's like... that practically is just my name."

"Only it isn't! SO YOU'LL BE SAFE!"

"... Yeah... sure. Whatever."

And after that he went back to hunting squirrels. And also brought down a wolf. Stupid wolf. WHERE IS YOUR PACT NOW LUPIN?!

We were all set to tie him up and dump him back in the trunk when he had an idea of his own. He had me fetch him a hat, an eye patch, and a sling. And then I watched as he used these items to make his deformities COMPLETELY DISAPPEAR!

The hat covered the GROSS SCARRING across his scalp and the bolding that the scars had inflicted, the eye patch hid his discolored red eye, and the sling hid his GROSS OVER SIZED ARM thingy.

I even used some make up to help dress up the scars on his face!

When we were done, he looked DAMN NEAR presentable. Cute even. Somehow... looked MORE Scottish  Think it was the eye patch. That's a Scottish thing right?

Anyhow, with his disguise BEAUTIFULLY and MASTERFULLY done,  all we had to do was walk back into town without drawing too much attention to ourselves.

Easily done. More or less. Might have started SCREAMING profanities at Moth half way home but we made it home and no ones at our doorstep banging down the door yet, so I think we're in the clear!

Picasso Entry End.

Raising Against the Willow Rocks

Rocks are the opposite of trees, yeah? I mean, I've NEVER seen a rock and a tree hang out... so that makes it like water and fire.

You won't ever see fire in water. Likewise, you won't ever see a rock IN a tree, TOTAL OPPOSITES.

...

So, quick clarification since that ASSHOLE mute can't explain things for shit. Moth heard some cops talking about some coordinated hunt for a 'WOLF' in the woods. He came home, FINALLY FUCKING UNTIED ME, and we followed the the cop people and their pet proxies into the woods... because that wasn't a SHIT idea or anything.

BAM! We find out that the cops are hunting a Feralling. BAM! We find out they are using a less feral feralling to hunt it. BAM! We find out they are going to kill the less feral feralling in fear that it will live up to its name sake and, you know, GO FERAL.

BBBBAAAAAMMMM. We let them kill the feral feralling and steal the unferal feralling before they can kill him! WE'RE FUCKING HEROES AND SHIT.

That said... I don't think I trust this thing. I mean I know I was the one who invited it to follow us and it would make a great ally and stuff being fast and strong and shit, but hes twitchy as fuck and the way he glares at and eyes me... the last person who looked at me like that tried to kill me.

I should just kill him NOW and save myself the trouble.

...

"Okay, what the FUCK is your problem?!"

"Can you... please stop moving around so much. The constant movement and your bright red hair is fucking with me."

"Fuck you! YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY HAIR?"

"No but your constant darting around is fucking with my prey drive and the eye catching color of your hair..." said the Feralling reaching out his clawed hand toward me before clenching it into a misshaped fist,  "...makes me want to pounce. So please... sit still."

"..."

And so we've taken to tying his hands behind his back and BLINDFOLDING him so he won't ATTACK me.

He seemed a little upset about it but didn't fight us when we did it.

...

... Hehehe. He said he LIKES my hair~!

Picasso Entry End.

Falling Through the Willow Trees

"...Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering..."

"This guys amazing! I mean... hard to look at but god is he fast. And that claw is cool shit!"

"Yeah... hes something."

"Whats this for? This guns kind of crap for this sort of hunt isn't it?"

"Yeah. I guess it is. Hank... when this is over I need you to put the mutt down."

"Wh-What?! No! Hes helping us."

"Hes one of them. A freak. Another monster whose existence threatens to safety of our loved ones!"

"H-Hes different."

"Is he? You know how things like this beast we're hunting in come about? Because they get clawed and they change like he is. Sure hes our friend now, but its taking over. Do you really want him around when he finally loses it and goes Feral?"

"He isn't gonna go Fe-"

"Oh yes he is. Hes strong. I'll give him that. And he may fight it for a long time, but hes gonna lose it and start killing people. Then that blood will be on your hands! TAKE the god damn gun and DO what needs to be done."

"I..."

"Be a fucking man."

"..."

"...Suddenly hearing, when I want to scream..."

Bullets rip through the sky... the hunters have lit flares... travel in wide facings to make their numbers look big...

Mice standing standing tall to be scary...

Even mice can kill... in numbers...

                     Swaszks

                                                    Skit

                                                                        sleesh

                                                                                              skuuuph

                                                                                                                       scrooop

It cuts through the branches in leaps and bounds... its scared... too many... needs to pick them off... find the smaller groups...

stragglers... pick them off... piece by piece....

Raining leaves... everywhere it goes.

"...Who will care for the falling leaves?"

Small group... a straggler... a loner cut way from the numbers... a single flare held high above traitors head...

Pick it off... one less rat in the bunch...

"Come get me you son of a bitch!"

Drops...

...leaps...

...It's so fast.

Traitor tries puts out a hand to protect himself... the beast puts out a claw... scissors will beat paper...

"...Keep on falling down, keep on falling down..."

Falling freak beats scissors... apparently.

                                                                                                                              Slit

                                                                                                 graaah

                                                                  gra-gra

                                    urraff

The true hunter, the freak, drops down hard on it. Rends it

His hand...  he has one nasty claw hand...

A hollowed eye and a sharp protruding fang.

Nasty claw marks on his scalp where hair don't grow.

Resembles a man...
looks and fights like a Feral-ling...

Rending it over and over...

SQUAAAAAAUUUURRRRRRRRRR... cuuf.... cuuf cufff

Death cry... it wheezes for air...

            He watches it... as it slowly... desperately... tries to crawl away.

     It has to run... it'll die if it doesn't get away.

But its lost so much blood.

The traitor raises his gun... points it at the back of the beats skull.

                                 "No..."

                                                                                  The freak steps in the way...    

 goes back to watching the beast die.

"...Tender, cool breeze, keeps me where I am..."

"Leave it to suffer."

So very... Mad.  

The butt of the gun comes down hard on his shoulder.

Heavy kick on the back of the shin.            

The freak is forced to fall to a knee.

"What the hell are you doing..."

"You're dangerous. You're one of them... 

...I have to do this... its for the best."

"..."

"..."

"What the fuck are you waiting for you fucking coward?!"

"...Autumn shades, calm my shaking hands..."

Deep breath... a moment of focus. Fret over future regrets...

Steels his nerves.

"Good bye buddy..."

"...Oh, please just cut me down, leave me in my dreams..."

"JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!"

"...Who would care for the fallen?..."

Sudden thud from a rock as it bounces off a tree...

"What?"

Turned heads. 

She giggles.

A sudden drop kick.

Plants square into his hip.

He winces... grabs his side.

Desperately grabs for a radio.

"Wh-What the fuck..."

I step out from my hiding spot as he grabs his radio. 

Smash it with the butt of my spear.

"Wh-Who-"

Bring the spear's butt hard on his forehead.

"... And just who the fuck are you two."

"...Who will care for the fallen?..."

"Who? US?! Based on that asshole, WE'RE  YOUR NEW BEST FRIENDS!"

"Hank, what the fuck is taking so long over there. Finish it and lets go!"

"FUCK... hey fugly face, you coming with us OR NOT?!"

"...Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering, as I fall through the willow trees..."

"Hank?!"

"Oooohhh... my head..."

"Y-Yeah... Wait up!"

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What the fuck is THIS SHIT?! This is like the... WORST, explanation for anything EVER.

How about, we stole feral-ling?! JUST FUCKING SAY THINGS YOU STUPID FUCKING MUTE.

And what is THIS SHIT.

What kind of PORTENTOUS asshole does...

THIS?!

Did you take a lesson from Sloth on how to be CRYPTIC AS FUCK before we left?

Unfucking believable.

[Redacted.]

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She goes on like that for a while... so I deleted most of it.

We stole their mutated feral-ling because they were going to kill it. 

Happy?

Moth out.

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.

...

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.

...

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.

...

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.]

Sniper

Moth here...

So Picasso ran off while I was off getting supplies and LeCroix was in the bathroom. That's what 'Blondie' actually calls herself, by the way, LeCroix. I have no idea why Picasso calls her Blondie. Her hair isn't Blonde.

Now, if it was up to Picasso there would probably be an eight paragraph explanation of how her little trip went. That's not happening. We don't have time, I'm certain we have someone right on our tail right now. So I had Picasso summarize it in a sentence.

"Lys was a FUZZY and playful little fur ball of PRIMAL ANIMAL RAGE. Cat was saucy and had delicious meatballs! And the spaghetti was cuddly and CU-... err... HANDSOME "

Beyond that likely inaccurate mess of words, this covers about all you really need to know.

So Picasso ran off while we weren't watching her like the two year old she is. Fortunately, she left that delayed post for us and I caught it before it went up and delayed it further. She was even nice enough to tell us where she was going in that little post, to visit Lys. I think if that had gone up without us noticing it, she'd be dead right now. 

So, I called up a friend to find out where where Lys was. I was surprised find my contact was out of station. It took a little while for them to pull up the information while they were out in the field,  but they gave us our lead and from there we were able to track down Picasso. Fortunately, she wasn't more than an hours drive away.

From there, LeCroix and I decided we should use this opportunity to test a theory.

See, LeCroix seems to believe Fracture has figured out a way to track our Path usage. I found that to be highly unlikely but not impossible. But it was something we could finally test here since Picasso Paths everywhere whenever she goes off on her own.

So her idea was that we follow Picasso around for the day and essentially use her and Lys as bait to see if anyone showed up to kill them. After I used a piece of paper to explain the incident we had with Picasso getting sniped, I could she was starting to have second thoughts on her little plan but be we pressed on with it anyways confident that even if her Path usage had given away her location, that Fracture would not have had the kind of time he would need to get a sniper into position on such short notice.

The little experiment was starting to look like a dud until Picasso and Lys left the restaurant they had stopped to eat at. LeCroix and I noticed that someone followed them out and tailed them all the way to the hotel they eventually retired to. Funny thing about stalkers, they don't tend to notice you stalking them.

From there we followed the stalker to a nearby roof but had to stop just short of the roof entrance. There were two masked figures there guarding the door. I saw the stalker on his phone on the way up. He must have been calling in some security detail so no one would disturb him.

LeCroix turned out the lights and I took the blunt side of my spear to their heads. I wasn't against killing them but at this point I was pretty sure that was a sniper on the roof and his head would send a much louder message to Fracture to fuck off.

I was busy tucking away the bodies of those two guards and I guess LeCroix went ahead without me. The next thing I hear is gunshots on the roof.

I ran up to see if she was okay to find she was the only one up there. Apparently I was right, It was a Sniper. LeCroix tried to hold him up at gun point and he fled through a path portal and she fired a few rounds in after  him.

Not exactly the clear message I wanted to send with my plans for a mutilated sniper corpse but I guess it'll have to do.

By this point it was already morning. I went ahead and grabbed Picasso and the three of us hit the road again, much to Lys' concern and dismay.

At this point it would seem that LeCroix was right. Unless we're missing something here, it would certainly seem Fracture is tracking us through our Path usage somehow. I'm not sure how though. That still doesn't seem possible to me.

But at least now we know and Picasso is safe. I'm going to call this a win.

Moth out.

To Moth it May Concern...

YOUR A FUCKING MUTE! YOU DON'T TALK. BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING MUTE. YOU HAVE NO SOUL. YOU DRESS YOURSELF FUNNY.

Also I left. I'm gonna go see Lys. I THINK, I can help her with the same thingy.

Since I don't open path portals, I literally rip them open TEARS, I was thinking maybe I could make a tear to Sam, assuming there really is a place where hes just chilling out their like a SACK OF SAD POTATOES.

Plus I'll get to see Lys and Cat. That'll be AWESOME.

Tell Blondie I'm sorry for running off without saying anything. TELL YOURSELF TO GO FUCK YOURSELF.

I can totally take care of myself! I got this. I SO GOT THIS. Its crazy how incredibly much I got this. Like you wouldn't believe.

See you when I get bored and come back. GO FUCK YOURSELF.

Picasso Delayed Entry End.


~
Edit: Moth here.

Picasso left this post behind on a delayed timer so it would go up a few hours after she left. Thankfully I caught and turned it off. This post was an incredibly stupid idea that accomplished little more than telling Fracture we were both divide and unprepared to deal with him or his people.

I have already tracked her dumb ass down and she is safe again, as of yesterday morning.

I'll write up something myself about tracking her down soon but we need to keep moving right now. I made a few Path trips to rush her return and I think Fracture found a way to track track those...

Moth Out.

Recovery post, AGAIN

Getting REALLY tired of constantly being really injured, sick, or tired.

The last week has been a blur.  I slept through practically ALL OF IT. It sucked.

Wake up, get force fed food, sleep, wake up AGAIN, get FORCE FED water, sleep, WAKE UP, go to car, SLEEP AGAIN, wake up, go new place, MORE FUCKING SLEEP.

I thought I was gonna be fine when I wrote that post after the vomit session but I guess that was the adrenaline. I laid down and everything started getting REALLY cold and I didn't want to move because it FUCKING HURT every time I did. I tried writing a post sooner but that BLUE FUCKING GLOW from the frog's screen gave me a migraine to look directly at. So I slept... CONSTANTLY.

But I feel better and I can finally walk around and do things and it BETTER fucking stay that way this time or I swear to the gods SOMEONE IS GONNA DIE.

...

On a slightly less homicidal note, Blondie is still with us. I forget her real name and she isn't really blonde but I like calling her that. She has this AWESOME glare.

I think she's lonelier then she lets on. I could hear when I was trying to sleep sometimes. She talks to herself. Like, ALL THE FUCKING TIME. And not just a little bit of it, she has full conversations with herself. Half of which, seem to be entirely IN HER HEAD. I could only ever hear the speaking half, I can't hear the part where she thinks an answer back at herself.

Its adorable. I think. She hasn't done it once since I've regain the ability to be awake for longer than 30 minutes at a time. I figure because she knows I'm watching. Shyness is ADORABLE, regardless of how insane the reason.

I'm gonna see if I can't get her to write a post.

Only RIGHT for someone to introduce themselves.

Picasso Entry End

Rehab on the Run

Hate, this stupid keyboard and its stupid broken keys. I just want to run the damn thing through a grinder and take a sledge hammer to the shredded remains of this horrible source of technological despair.

Hate technology. I hate that its everywhere. That the manufactured newborn doesn't already own this world is absolutely baffling. Laptops, radios, phones, TVs, iPods, streetlights, cars, vending machines. His tools are absolutely fucking everywhere. More and more of the mundane things of our society are literally have computers tacked on into them as an advertised feature that seems to do fuck all on the consumers end. The manufactures use it to track us and study us. The newborn will use it to rule us.

I hear we are even shipping laptops to what few places in the world lack such things. Slow crushing our futures for a better, and brief, life in the present. We're all fucked. Father save us...

...

Picasso is doing better. Her stitches came out today. She tried to do a hand stand. That turned into a face stand and then a crumpled on the floor yelling profanities stand.

She hasn't been able to do much with that whole arm. I think she's suffering a bit of muscle loss in that arm from inactivity and that's fucking with her muscle memory. Or something. I think that's how that works.

I've been pushing her to do one handed push ups, pull ups, finger work, and to try to use that arm as her primary attack arm in spars. I then try to make her do normal push ups, pull ups, and a shorter spar in her normal stance and style.

Not that she seems to quite grasp what I'm asking of her... burden of the unspoken word.

This post is more for her than anything else, so she can read it and understand what I'm asking of her.

And now I publish, pass this over to her, and hopefully we'll see a more productive rehabilitation session.

She'll need to be strong if she's gonna take down Duckie, hollowed or not.

Moth out.

The Dreamers... Dreams? FUCK YOU TOO!

I can rhyme dream with dream if I want to! YOUR NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER.

Asshole.

QUIT JUDGING ME.

...

Right so, I feel better... ish. I'm not completely like, healed but I can do jumping jacks and like AN push-up if I try hard. I don't know if the wound is still there but THE FUCKING MUTE seems to think so. He won't take these stitches out even if I just sit there and yell to do so it must not be time. I guess. NO idea. Fucking mutes.

...

You know whats funny? Like REALLY funny? I don't think Daddy is after us. JUST Lord Gutless Fracture. I guess that doesn't make us runners... maybe? We ARE running. Are you a runner if its just the proxies after you? I don't... know.  SOMEONE TELL ME.

Maybe its because of Moth? He still thinks of himself as a proxy. I assume so at least. His STUPID always wear a mask thing is like, a sign of Faith or something.

"We are GIANT TOOLS. Show no spirit, bear no soul, bear only Father's will."

 Something RIDICULOUS like that. I forget the sales pitch. Not that its their sales pitch. Fracture has to fucking make up that shit for them. Lazy ASSHOLES.

Mute is not a legitimate handicap, its just LAZY .

...

You know, I was thinking... WHAT IF THIS IS LIKE a David Banks deal thing.

I see Moth fidget and squirm in his dreams... some nights he even wakes up SCREAMNG. Can Daddy do that to you? Can he give you orders in your dreams?

MAYBE THEY ARE HAVING ENTIRE CONVERSATIONS IN THERE?! Bartering and stuff! Do you think Moth keeps me safe? 

You know, I also wake up to find hes already gone too... hunting in the morning when I sleep? SUPER SECRET DOUBLE LIFE HUNTING without me for Daddy, FOR me?

Moth, if your reading this and you're doing that, FUCKING STOP IT RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND.

This is JUST as much FATHERS FAULT as it is Fractures and I will not take his FUCKING HELP FOR A SINGLE FUCKING MOMENT.

This will be MY REVENGE. I AM killing Duckie and so help me god if I found out you are making deals with THAT WORTHLESS FACELESS FREAK I will permanently stick you to the wall via a knife through the BACK OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.

I'll let you help because Duckie hurt you too BUT THIS MESS IS DADDY'S DOING. HE DID THIS TO US and he is not to be trusted! EVERYONE must pay...

So stop it.

Picasso Entry End.

TREE TRICKS

So.... this is... AWKWARD...

I crashed the car. Its fixed now. Moth was MAAAAD, I think. I can never quite tell with his STUPID MASK... but he was glaring. Although, he usually is.

Its not like it was my fault! THAT TREE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. And it TOTALLY FUCKING had it coming too. STUPID FUCKING TREE and its STUPID FUCKING EYES!

QUIT STARING.  QUIT BLEEDING. QUIT FUCKING SCREAMING.

So that cost us the rest of the money we got for saving Kenny. BACK TO FAST FOOD AND CANNED GOODS!

Wheee...

I'll be sad when we run out of gas money, because its also FOOD MONEY. I miss my allowance.

I guess if things get bad enough we could always pawn off one of the extra frogs we stole at a pet store. Actually tried that sometime back. BITCH WOULDN'T TAKE MY FROG! Kept trying to send me to a pawn shop.

CAN'T PAWN FROGS, stupid.

So... reccap for this post...
Secret thing progress these last few days: ZERO

Spent most of our time sitting around waiting for the car to fix.

Wrote up some more Sister girl Nee-Chan AWESOME in that time. So... here is that... I GUESS...

...

Days and days ago now, after the car ride TO SAFETY.

We arrived at a motel to hide out at and recover. Moth and Nee-Chan climbed out of the car. I crawled out of the window. CONFORMITY IS BAD.

"So... are uh... you and Theta gonna... HANG OUT for a whole or...?" I asked Nee-Chan as I scrambled off the floor to the feet in ELEGANT STYLE.

"No idea. I'm sorta hoping so though!"

"You don't know? How's that possible? YOU LETTING YOUR STUPID MUTE CALL THE SHOTS!?"

"Lord Theta can talk. He just doesn't do it very often. Hes super gloomy like that."

"CAPTAIN DOOM AND GLOOM CALLING THE SHOTS!?" I demanded noting her OBVIOUS DODGE.

"Between us, yeah mostly. He can do it better than I can. He's always so focused and serious... I tend to get distracted..."

"Its your AWESOME PINK HAIR. I would get distracted if my hair was THAT awesome."

That's when Moth FUCKING SLUGGED ME... AGAIN.

"AH! THE FUCK?!"

Nee-Chan started giggling at my hair gushing though. "At least my face doesn't look like a half finished Jigsaw puzzle," she said poking the mask piece on my cheek. I bit at finger playfully..

"I'll have you know ITS A STATUS SYMBOL!... in France... AND AMONG CERTAIN HANDLERS... But mostly just in France..."

That's about when Theta finally pulled up. He stuck his head out of the car and said one thing, "Nee-Chan."

I called back before he could leave with her, "YOU TWO STAYING?!"

I think that kind of caught him off guard.

"Can we pleeeaassee Lord Theta?!" pleading Nee-Chan making adorable pink hair flavored faces.

"COME ON, Lord Egyptian Death God... guy!" I begged flaunting my own hair based cuteness.

 He finally sighed and caved. "I'll call and ask. No promises though..."

I was so happy I hugged Moth. And then shoved him away into the car before Nee-Chan or Theta could catch onto my silly mistake.

Neither of them seemed to notice though. Nee-Chan was to busy hugging her own WORTHLESS MUTE.

Moth ran off to pay for a room real quick and then we headed off to enjoy a soft bed thing.

"God hes a downer," I said commenting on Theta on the way to the room. "MIGHT PREFER A MUTE AFTER ALL."

"Be nice," she giggled.

"NEVER!" I declared.

And into the room we were.

So Moth went to doing... stupid mute thing around the room. I... I'd say I never asked what the hell he was doing before but HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK so that would be REDUNDANT.

Nee-Chan sat down on the bed. I climbed onto the table. "So is your boss nice? WILL THEY LET YOU STAY?!"

"Well... Senior Tempest is strict... shes also kind of scary... even Lord Theta fears her... but shes fair so she might!" she said taking on a big smile. "So what are you guys gonna do after this?" she asked as she started bouncing up and down on the bed. Still sitting, but BOUNCING. In place.

I stood up so I could maintain PERFECT eye contact with her. I moving up and down with her as she bobbed to keep our eyes PERFECTLY LEVELED. "NO IDEA! Moth pointed at something on the map to indicate our next move but since," I said turning towards him with a pause. "HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK," I screamed turning back to Nee-Chan to resume our PERFECT EYE CONTACT, "I don't actually FUCKING know."

That seemed to make Nee-Chan giggle again. Adorable little laughing... THING...

"You two are funny," she smiled. "Are you always so mean to each other?"

"Of course, HES A DICK," I declared. Moth wandered over while still doing Moth stuff and slugged me which made her giggle some more.

But then she put on a SERIOUS face. "Even still... deep down, you two only really have each other right?"

"He does! I also have MYSELF!" I declared before FUCK FACE wander by and slugged me again.

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

He followed that up the same way he always does... glared and went back to doing shit I DON'T CARE ABOUT.

So I turned my attention back to Nee-Chan.

"What about you? Do you have anyone?"

"I... Don't..." she started. I could see light fade from her eyes. He voice lost flavor. No energy or soul in her words anymore. Her fire faded and I could see she was breaking herself trying to deal with it. "I had... Messi Boy and Poe Girl but they're got gone now... Messi never really liked me anyways... and Senior Morningstar was..."

Shallower and shallower. Her words had less and less energy in them until they simply stopped coming out. I got the sense she was still talking... but she was broken and I couldn't hear it anymore.

Sudden fear. Mild panic breathed new life into her. "Ah," she said looking up to realize she still had an audience. "I'm sorry! That was... nothing. It was stupid. Unimportant," she insisted shaking her head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

I had to stomp my foot hard on the ground to finally catch her attention and shut her up. "SHUT UP!"

If she kept going on like that... she might bright for good.

"THERE IS NOTHING... wrong with being upset over losing someone, REGARDLESS of how you lost them! I WOULD NOT BE DOING, if not for all I've lost."

I leaned in real close to make sure this got through to her. "NEVER, EVER, FORGIVE THEM"

I don't know if that got through to her though. We were interrupted with Theta knocking on the door. FUCKER.

Moth opened the door to let him.

He stepped maybe a foot in and started talking without so much as closing the FUCKING door.

"We can stay tonight and tomorrow. We have to leave for home the morning after that," he explained.

The news seemed to have fixed Nee-Chan right up. She sprang up to her feet and ran over and hugged Theta giggling like an adorable giggle farm. I was relieved to see her no longer broken.

"Where do you want her?" asked Theta plainly.

"Can I stay with you guys? Pleeeaaasssee?!"

Moth nodded before I could answer and Nee-Chan let go of Theta and clung onto Moth instead.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Moth Boy!" she cheer ecstatically.

Not that Moth could be bothered to say or do anything. He just stared down at her coldly and waited for her to lose interest and move on. And eventually she did and moved back to sitting on the bed.

"So. Only two beds... is someone gonna share theirs or..." she asked as she pulled out and passively played with a Butterfly knife.

"You'll can share with ME! If you stay with Moth you might catch his terminal STUPIDITY."

"Yeah... besides... sharing a bed with a guy would be..." she started turning a little red and putting her fingers together to focus on them in a foreign mannerism denoting shyness. "Im-Improper..."

"Improper?"

"Y-Yeah... a boy and a girl... sharing a bed... all kinds of dirty things could happen to me..."

"What? I've never had the problem with Moth. We usually can't afford a place with more then one bed so we share a lot," I explained turn towards Moth. "HE HOGS THE FUCKING BLANKET."

"Does that mean... you've caught his Stupid?"

"Nope. I'M TOO SMART AND AWESOME. Makes me immune!"

"So you said I could share a bed with you right?" she asked again.

"YES!"

"Yay!" she smiled and cheered. "Thank you Twitch Girl!"

"NO PROBLEM Sister Gir-... Nee-Chan... sorry..."

Nee-Chan shook the knife she had been playing with at me both playfully and THREATENINGLY.
"Don't you forget it!"

"Don't tempt me!" I declared. "I'LL DESTROY US BOTH."

"I'd like to see you try!" she announced challenging me.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

I tackled her and we wrestled over her knife. Eyes DEADLOCKED as the knife waved back and forth, both of us trying to push it into the other ones THROAT.

Took me a minute to remember I didn't want to actually kill her. I started giggling. She did the same. And then we both let up on the knife. She tossed it aside, off the bed.

We curled into each other, exhausted and trying to catch our breaths.

"I almost killed you, moron."

"No! I almost killed you, Pink one!"

That's when she grabbed me and roll us to get above me.

"SNEAK ATTACK?!" I cried and rolled us back over to take back dominance.

She used my momentum to roll us further to the bed edge.

And it went on like that for most of the night. I won. I cheated for the pin. Cheating is how you win!

"Cheater," pouted Nee-Chan.

"Its how you WIN" I declared moving off of her.

She looked over at Moth. At some point he finished whatever it was he was doing and had taken to reading his stupid book.

"Twitch Girl, does he ever take mask of?"

"NOPE! He lifts it to eat, but never takes it off... that I've seen. WHY?!"

"Moth sweety... could you take your make off for me? I wanna see what you look like."

He glared back at her, same as ever.

"For meeeeee?" she begged flexing her cuteness.

He growled and lifted up his mask for a moment, showing off that DISGUSTING FUCKING FACE he hides, before bring it back down and going back to his book.

A face like the one Duckie was using while he was still wearing that loop...

Nee-Chan's words pierced through the growing screams and snapped me back to attention.

"Ohhhhh, someones blushing!" she giggled teasingly, an evil smirk spreading across her lips. "I think hes embaaaaaarrrrreeeessssed."

Moth growled  again and tried to ignore us, focusing on his book.

"I think he is!" I giggled joining in. "SCARED OF GIRLS?!" I teased.

Nee-Chan could barely get her next taunt out, she was laughing so hard. "Hey Moth swwweeetttyyy... is that a switch blade in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?!" she asked and broke out laughing again.

Moth finally huffed and left the room with his book.

She broke out laughing some more. "Wow!" Nee-Chan declared. "Hes cute, but I didn't realize he was so young! He tries to come off as such a tough guy."

"GUESS THE MASK IS MEANT TO HIDE THE TRUTH!" I laughed stopping when I finally fully grasped what she had said.

"Wait... cute?"

She ignored me and kept going. She has SHIT taste in men. "Oh no! Hes so young! Am I gonna go to jail now or something?"

"It'll be our secret," I smiled reassuringly.

He both relaxed a bit took a moment to catch out breaths after all the laughing after that.

"This is so much fun," she eventually said. "Everyone back home is so serious and boring."

"I'll have to visit sometime so I can liven them up for you! May give that Tempest lady a hug for sending you... maybe."

"I'd like that," she smiled pulling me over into a hug. "I'm glad I got to meet you guys... you're a good friend Twitch girl."

"MORE LIKE THE GREATEST!" I declared cuddling up with her. "You're a good friend too."

"Thank you... Twitch Girl" she whispered, starting to pass out.

"Your welcome Pink one," I whispered closing my eyes and waiting til I was sure she was asleep to plant a kiss on her cheek before drifting off to sleep.

...

And then I wrote about it on my public blog so they could rag on her at work for me! Have fun with that Nee-Chan~! <3

Picasso's Entry End

Driving Soulless

So we're still doing 'Something'. We're actually on the move again. Apparently Moth has NO FUCKING IDEA where the thing is. I took a look at the map and he had SOOOO many locations circled!

I don't even FUCKING KNOW how the hell hes eliminating possibilities here! He drags me somewhere, looks around and FUCKING LEAVES WITHOUT A SINGLE FUCKING WORD. No gesture to to point out whatever it was we came for so I can try to piece together what we're doing. HE COULDN'T EVEN BE FUCKING BOTHERED TO GIVE ME A FUCKING WRITTEN EXPLANATION!

I wish he would just fucking TALK TO ME ALREADY!

He spoke for David! He even fucking spoke to Nee-Chan and he wrote an entire post about how irritated he was with her. HES is UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.

Worse yet, he has been making me clean out his fucking stab wound. Note to self, next time I stab someone I intend to keep I shouldn't do it in their FUCKING BACK so they can tend to it THEIR FUCKING SELVES.

FUCK.

Lets recap that, we are traveling around doing 'something' I can't really talk about. Moth still doesn't FUCKING talk EVER unless ANYONE ELSE asks him to. And his stab wound is UNFORTUNATELY healing.

Woo... fuck my life. I fell like I set out do something, KILL DUCKIE, and I've gotten absolutely no where on that.

Hrrmph

Oh yeah, guess I promised to talk about Nee-Chan some. I should have just killed Theta and stole her instead of letting her leave so she could still be here with me...

...

So yeah. As Moth (Being the incredible fucking INGRATE that he is) explained earlier in his post about how we escaped Fractures men, the fabulous Nee-Chan the awesome OF THE GREATNESS and her own stupid looking MUTE THING, Theta, showed up out of the blue and saved us!

Worried about more of Fracture's goons showing up to deal with us, he hopped in our transports and booked. Theta took their car and Nee-Chan rode with us! IT WAS AWESOME.

"Sooo...." said Nee-Chan shifting around uncomfortably in the back seat, "Does he never take that mask off?"

"Nope! He's part of this," and I turned and put my mouth a few inches from his ear for this part, "SUPER STUPID CULT THING!"

I leaned back into my own chair again. "They never take off their masks and they never talk," I explained before leaning back over to Moth's ear again. "BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO SOULS!"

"That's not very nice Twitch Girl," Nee-Chan playfully scolded.

She kept calling me that for like, HER ENTIRE VISIT! I am not TWITCHY!

"If its so bad he can," and I once again turned to Moth's ear for this part, "FUCKING TELL ME TO STOP HIMSELF!" I had to giggle a bit when he let out a little growl. That was really starting to get to him.

And then I turned to the back seat so I could face Siste... Nee-Chan.

"Its nice to have people around I can ACTUALLY FUCKING TALK TO for a change," I beamed at her.

"Is he actually... mute or...?"

"Oh I know he can talk." And I put this one right to his stupid FUCKING EAR again, "HE FUCKING DOES IT FOR RAPISTS!"

After that... things got a little tense... and silent... TOO SILENT! Well TOO SILENTERER! Its never quiet nowadays.

Anyways, I broke it. The silencishness. Not Si... Nee-Chan.

"So how did you finds us... and umm... WHY?"

"Tempest, my senior, told us where to go! She thought Mr. Moth might need help saving you Twitch Girl so we kept an eye on him in case he hit any trouble."

"Why are the Bureaucrats helping us? DO I HAVE TO FILE FORM 982?!"

"I don't know. They didn't give me any forms. I don't deal with that stuff. They don't really tell me why to do things, they just tell me and I do it."

"Huh..."

Then things got SILENTERER again. This time she broke it though.

"You're both awesome, I'm glad I got to meet you both."

"You're half right, I'M AWESOME!" I giggled.

 But of course Moth had to ruin my extreme truthfulness with his FUCKING FIST. He always punches the SAME FUCKING SPOT on my arm...

"OW! THE FUCK?!" I glared over at him.

"You two are funny" she giggled. Her cute laugh thing drew my attention back to her and her BEAUTIFUL FUCKING PINK HAIR THAT I FAILED TO REMEMBER OR MENTION UNTIL NOW.

"YOU'RE PINK!" I yelled back at her giggling and teasing.

Which made her giggle even more in return, plus also her text is pink now, "Thank you, do you like it?"

"Yep!" I grinned and we went on giggling for what little was left of our drive as we pulled up to the Motel we were all gonna be staying at, Theta pulling into a parking spot shortly after our arrival.

...

That's probably good enough for now.

That reminds me, WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT DRIVING STILL?! This is bullshit. I save us SO MUCH TIME cutting through curbs and ramming those SLOWER BITCHES off the street!

I'M DRIVING NEXT.

Picasso Entry End.

Doing... THINGS!

SHHHHH! CAN'T FUCKING TELL ANYONE THOUGH! ITS A BIG FUCKING SECRET!

GOD FORBID FRACTURE FIND OUT! THE SUN WILL FUCKING EXPLODE! THE ENCROACHING DARKNESS WILL FUCKING CONSUME US ALL!

Fucking SERIOUSLY! I spent several DOZEN hours ALL WEEK trying to write out a post. EVERY FUCKING TIME that MUTE FUCK came by, looked it over, and then slugged me AND ERASED EVERYTHING.

Hes being SUPER FUCKING PARANOID after the last altercation with Fracture, and I'm not allowed to say ANYTHING about what we're doing except that its a FUCKING THING and WE'RE DOING IT!

Big FUCKING SPOILER!

My arm hurts.

He's not the only one FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!

I'm pretty sure THIS is a lie.

I think Lils is being SUPER FUCKING SECRETIVE too after she accidentally SOLD ME OUT!

I REFUSE TO TAKE MORE PUNCHES! And I don't think Moth can survive me stabbing him again if he tries so I'M CHANGING COURSE!

Gonna write up stuff about my time spent with new friend Sist.... Nee-p... Nee-Chan!

She saved me... and IS AWESOME!

More to come.

Entry End.

'Sister Girl'

Moth here... we're alive.

...

Have I mentioned how much I hate typing? Makes me want to take a hammer to my fingers.

Just... want to smash every little bone in my hands one at a time.

...

Right. We're alive. I got Picasso back. She... is more unstable than usual. Nightmares every night. Some in the middle of the day. Thought I could relate at first but hers are worse than mine. I wake up and I'm fine. She wakes up and just keeps screaming.

Not sure what changed... but apparently Lils is involved... Lils and Nee-Chan.

...

I should probably explain that too.

We met Nee-Chan and her partner Theta.

I didn't care for them but Picasso seemed to have really hit it off with Nee-Chan which is probably another good reason to stay away from her, and Theta by extension.

...

Huh, really didn't explain anything.

Lets try that again.

So apparently the master plan to sneak Picasso out of Hope was to hire a driver... and then he drove her out of town. That was it. Not exactly a brain teaser. I found out later she also got a train ticket to take her across the country but it did her a fat lot of good. She barely made it out of the city before Fracture's men took out the wheels of the car she was in. Four crossbow bolts, one for each tire. Then five hollows (Or four hollows and one Mask, apparently) stepped out of  hiding to attack Picasso and her driver.

The driver had a baseball bat. He took out a hollow with it and then run for his life through the opening that he made leaving Picasso to die. She used a can of spay deodorant, something she apparently stole from Hope before she left, and a lighter to make a make shift flame thrower. Not something I would recommend. She's lucky she tossed the can when she was done because the damn thing exploded.

I had followed Picasso from Hope via 'a vehicle'. We'll leave it at that. Don't really want Fracture knowing what we're traveling in now.

The Driver ran right to my vehicle's window begging for help. I took him out with my door. Wuss.
I snuck up on the remaining hollows while they were busy trying to get an opening on Picasso's poor pyrotechnics show. Knocked two of them out while they were distracted. Got the third before he could react. Beat the fourth one down with my spear's butt.

That's when a van came speeding in and nearly ran me down. Out popped ten more hollows. Second ambush. This one nearly whelmed us.

That's when they showed up. I had a knife coming down on me when the poor creature wielding it got lifted off the ground by an large man who proceeded to snap the poor hollow's back over his Fucking knee. He then just let go of the broken shell of a person he had just created and immediately turned and snapped another hollow's neck. He showed no signs of remorse for what he'd down. He was cruel, merciless, and uncaring. Apparently, that was Theta.

I turned to the sound of a death cry in time to see Nee-Chan, dressed in the goofiest fucking costume ever, slitting the throat of one hollow before quickly jabbing her knife into the eye of another one.

I barely had time to protest before Picasso pulled out her hatchets and started cutting down hollows at the necks, knees, and ankles. Heartless bitch. I should have just left her to die.

Their fucking smiles. They were so proud of themselves as they cut down those poor hapless hollows. Nee-Chan even did a little victory dance afterwards. Monsters.

But... I couldn't punish them... couldn't even explain what they had did wrong because I'm forbidden to talk. I'm starting to understand why Duckie abandoned his vow of silence and took up constant fucking whining.

'She wouldn't understand it but I can punish Picasso' I told myself.

I pulled her over and put my forehead to hers.

"M-Moth... wh-what are you..." she got out in a small flustered panic.

'Look, it does feel...'

'...How much does it feel?'

And then I pulled my head back and headbutted her as hard as I fucking could... it was a little disorienting on my end.

She went down rather hard.

"I AM GONNA FUCKING GUT YOU YOU HORRIBLE SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE! YOUR ORGANS WILL BE GRINDER FOOD! FUCKKING ASSHOLE!" she yelled.

I had to bite back a laugh.

That's when Nee-Chan tried to break the tension I had just created.

"Um...are you...are you okay?" she asked.

Picasso forced herself off the ground but was still struggling to stand at this point.
"N-... yes. Er... WHO ARE YOU?!"

Nee-Chan bounced over to us in an incredibly awkward manner.
"Hi, Mask-san!  Hi, Piku-chan!  I'm Nee-chan and this is Theta!  We're here to help you!"

"Who's Piku? WHY DON'T I GET HELP?!" screamed Picasso while looking around. I think... she was looking for Piku.

I could see mild distress in Nee-Chan before she finally came right up to Picasso and clamped onto her with a hug. I think the whole deciding part of the hug made her even more usual and off putting. What was she so scared of?
"You're Piku-chan, silly!  Picasso-chan's too long."

I could see Picasso was as put off as I was with Nee-Chan's awkward mannerisms. At least I think that's what was up.
 "O-Oh. Ummm... thank you... sister girl."

Nee-Chan suddenly went still and her expression changed.
"Nee-chan," she coldly stated. "Or Eri or Eri-chan, I guess.  But don't you DARE call me anything else."

I'm not sure if Eri is one of those things that Picasso just can't quite seem to properly grasp but it definitely went right over her head when she heard it.
"Ero-chan? Too trashy... Eh. Nee-chan it is, I GUESS," she declared.

Kind of glad Theta interrupted when he did. I was not looking forward to Nee-chan's reaction to that.
"Nee-Chan," he plainly stated as if that word was somehow all he need to say to get his point around... someone admirable.

Nee-Chan heaved a frustrated sigh.
 "Fine.  We need to get you guys out of here before more show up.  C'mon!" announced Nee-Chan.

Picasso and I climbed into my car. I took the driver seat. I could see Theta and Nee-Chan were fighting over something but I couldn't hear what the hell they were saying with Picasso screaming in my ear about the fact that I was driving.
"WHY IS THE MUTE DRIVING?! MUTES CAN'T DRIVE! THEY HAVE NO SOUL!"

I saw them both look over like they were expecting something. This was taking way to fucking long. So I waved for them to hurry the hell up and get in the fucking car. Nee-Chan readopted her awkward wide smile and climbed into the back seat. Theta got into his own car. And then we drove off, Theta close behind us.

...

I might have over explained that... fuck.

Whatever. That's how we escaped.

...

I remembered something important while I was writing another post a week or so back. Somewhere important that we need to get to but I can't really say the where, what, or why about it without risking an attack.

So these next few posts will probably be about our time spent with Theta and Nee-chan while we get this thing I can't talk about taken care of.

Woo... hurray for the hollow murdering assholes... and thanks for saving us I guess. I should probably be trying to be more grateful than bitter about our rescue huh?.

Moth Out.