So... this is it...

We're really gonna do it... gonna put an end to all this. Maybe... Just maybe if we kill Duckie and Fracture, we'll get Picasso back. And I don't mean flipping her back from being a raving voilent lunitic to a screaming lunatic constantly threatening violence. I think I may very well be getting back the real Picasso...

Just one more fight... one more.

We're heading there right now. It's turned out to be quite a drive. See, Fracture challenged us to settle things where he originally saved Picasso after Duckie threw her ass off a roof. Unfortunately, the only one who knows for 100% sure where that happened is Picasso and... well we still aren't letting her ass out of the trunk. She might very well rip our throats out if we did. I mean, I've been feeding her... but that more or less just entails me throwing food and water in there three times a day... a little scared of what she might look like at this point.

We have, naturally, accepted Fracture's challenge. That probably goes without saying this far into the post but this give me a flimsy pretense to just... link Nat accepting the challenge on her blog... lessens the amount of explaining I have to do

I... I was nervous about this fight before... but after this... After Picasso went toe to toe with a fear and won... after her show of force granting us insight into just how interconnected her and Father have become in their crusade against Fracture and Duckie... I'm not scared that we won't win this. I know we will win this.

... I'm just scared it won't fix her... is it even possible to repair that much damage? ... To separate a god from the vessel it's jammed an entire finger into?

And if they do part afterwards... will there even be anything left inside Picasso? Or will she just be a shell at that point?

Just... another blessed little hollow lost in the world she can no longer understand or appreciate?

I guess its wrong to say that I'm afraid I'm gonna lose her... at this point I'd have to say I'm scared that we already have.

If shes really gone... I think I'm gonna abandon this blog. It always was more of her baby than it was mine. Her little ranting wall to scream into the internet about how much she hates Fracture and Duckie...

If I survive I'll probably throw up one last post letting every one else know what happened... if not I'm sure at least one of the others will make it... I'm sure they'll put up or at least link a final post explaining what happened from this blog to wherever they posted it themselves.

Best case scenario, a fixed Picasso will be alive and  around to detail what went down... assuming she could even remember.

But this is either my last or second to last post here. Survive or not... if I find the urge to write after that I'll just start my own little blog.

What would I even name it...?

Does anyone even care? Probably not. Curse of the mute. Why would you care about one? Hehe, we don't have souls after all.

Until next time, maybe,
Moth Out.

I... We. We Saw it coming.

Me and Fracture...
But I was hoping he was wrong.

Hmmmmpph. This blog doesn't really get enough love.

Where to start?
We've been spending a lot of time with Nat and her troop of goons including an old friend and flame of mine, Vallus, and my favorite brand of traitorous untrustible swine, Mr. Sloth.

Vallus is talking now, which makes her a wordy vow breaking convictionless... thing. Disgusting really. And as I understand it from what Sloth was telling me she didn't take the Rite of Shattering before she decided to start talking again which... whats a nice to put this? Its... truly... despicable? Yeah. We'll go with that.

If I didn't consider her a friend, I'd have broken that mask of hers against her face myself. I fear I'm growing soft.

Maggot, I don't know if you read this but heres fair warning. If I catch you wandering around without your mask or talking I won't just brake your mask against your face, I'll force feed you the broken pieces down your fucking throat. Stand by your oath or take the Rite.

Moving along.

Nat's an angry bitch but shes got a hell of any arm. Shes quick and she hits hard. And she can take a hit. We've sparred for hours. If I'm being perfectly honest... I'm more than a little interested. Expressing that interest, however, earned me a punch in the throat and in... well, other places. We'll leave it at that.

Suffice to say she isn't interested. And I can't say I blame her. I'm sure being masked, mute, or zealously worshiping an entity she has no respect for could be forgiven if I was doing just one of those things. But I do all of those things... Nature of the oath.

She seems real close to Sloth now which I'm convinced is a huge mistake. I've seen the guy set fire to a building with a squad of proxies inside to slow down the Archangel when it retaliated for the group of timberwolves we had just killed.

Not that the fire slowed down the Archangel, mind you. It trapped the rest of the team inside and Archangel went for the easier kill while we, as per Sloth's instructions, left. I would not be relying on him as I have been if he wasn't bank rolling our little coup against Fracture and even with that I still don't like to be around the fucker.

He was taken out of real management and sent on suicide missions for a reason. The man is a Menace. He keeps telling me things are different now but I don't buy that shit for a second and I'm more then a little afraid Nat's gonna find out what he really is the hard way. But hey, shes a big girl. And if nothing else, I'm confident when he does show his true colors she'll be more than capable of surviving it. Assuming he doesn't like... just shoot her in the back of the head or something.

And that brings us to Helrick and Picasso... current events.

So, after Helrick broke Picasso out of Fracture's little prison in the Compound he realized she was more unstable and unruly than he was able to handle. After much effort on both parties sides, he finally made contact with us and we Met Up.

But even with tranquilizers and all five of us taking turns watching and caring for her, she proved to be too much for all of us to handle. Her erratic behavior was driving us all to the point of insanity when Navi came up with a Plan, which she saw fit to put up on Nat's blog instead of ours.

That plan was to give Picasso what she was screaming for, Helrick. So we threw the lamb the slaughter and miraculously he wasn't immediately ripped to shreds. In fact, Picasso finally calmed down and stopped screaming every five fucking minutes.

I was so relieved to finally have some peace I convinced myself that maybe things could work out for them. If nothing else, maybe Helrick could stay just close enough to keep Picasso stable.

...

I like to think she, the real her, is still in there somewhere but on some cognitive level I know better...




It was my turn to stand watch for Helrick. He didn't feel safe in her arms when we first handed him off to her so we established a watch to keep an eye on the two of them in case something happened and Picasso suddenly went ape shit on him.

I will say it again, he didn't feel comfortable when he was first handed over to her. After about a day, the watch went from being something of a serious concern to mandatory sessions of watching a couple being way to affectionate for company.

Nat straight up refused to do it anymore and I don't know that I can blame her for that. It stopped being Picasso forcing herself on Helrick and slowly turned into constant face sucking and ass grabbing.

We started footing the bill for hotels so we could keep their asses on the roof where the rest of us wouldn't have to see them until our shift came up. Even then, I started sitting inside just on the other side of the roof's door so I'd only have to listen to them which was bad enough on its own.

"I love you" said Picasso in a happy loving tone.

"I... I love you too," said Helrick after taking a moment to decide how he wanted to answer that. It sounded less than convincing.

"We're gonna gut Fuck Face together. We'll rip him, and whisper, and DUCKIE apart!"

"Haha. That's right. Those assholes don't stand a chance."

"And then once they're good and DEAD... you're gonna stay with ME and help me dismantle ALL of Fracture's organization right?"

"..."

"RIGHT?"

"Well. I'll stay with you as long as I can but I have my own assholes to hunt once I've helped you take care of Fracture. The Rake... that thing... it killed my sister... her husband... their kids... made me into this... Monster... left me for dead... I need to make it pay Picasso."

"Oh...." she said sounding disappointed. I mean, I'm sure it sounded like she was disappointed to anyone else. But I recognized her tone. The inflection in her voice. The way she said it... I'd heard it before.

"But I'll always come back to see you... help you when y-Grrrah.... Arrrgh!"

I broke through the door to try to get to Helrick as fast as I could but he wasn't curled up to Picasso anymore. By this point Picasso was already standing and she already had Helrick by the throat... and was dangling him over the edge of the building with one arm.

He was desperately struggling to get lose, although I don't know where he was hoping to go if he did get free. He'd just fall. One arm was on Picasso's arm, the one that was choking him out and holding him there. The other clawed hand wiggled back in forth at his side. From the bruising and blood, I'd have to say Picasso managed to crush that shoulder to render that whole arm useless...

He kept making noises and trying to talk but Picasso was crushing his throat.

I ran at her as fast as I could. I was gonna pull her back and try to bring Helrick back over the edge at the same time but I wasn't fast enough. She rolled her shoulder... and then threw him over the edge.

... To late to save him, I pulled out two tranquilizers and resumed running over. I injected Picasso with both of them. She just... turned to face me, started at me, looked at the needles I had stuck her with, looked back over the edge, and then just suddenly flopped over unconscious.

I decided we wouldn't take any more chances after that... I pulled out a bit of rope and I tied her ass down.

For good measure, I gagged her.

I rushed her down stairs over my shoulder and knocked on our door. Everyone seemed confused as to why I had Picasso over my shoulder. They questioned where Helrick was. I waved for them to follow me and rushed them outside.

From there we got a good look at where Helrick had landed... he fell into the tree below... and was impaled through the gut on one of the larger branches.

He was just... hanging there. His cold lifeless eyes looked confused and scared... forever staring out at nothing in particular...

The group broke into a small panic. We had to leave, now.

I threw Picasso in the trunk and we sped off.

She... managed to get the gag off back there. We could hear her back there talking to herself...

"You promised... Swore to stay with me... Now you'll always be mine... Always be with me."

And she repeats this to herself over and over again... between violent fits of giggles...

We just... We don't know what to fucking do with her anymore. We've been keeping her in the trunk. When we do actually sneak her inside to our hotel room, we keep her ass in the closet.

Its... not safe to be around her anymore. Shes just... all fucked up.

Painful as it is to admit, Fracture was right... but then again its his fucking fault shes like this...

... Moth out.

Like Lovers on the Open Shore

So... We're out. Free.

After Fracture's little... experiment... thing didn't help Picasso, I decided she was right. He couldn't help her and he was only making whatever was wrong with her worse.

When I opened the door following Fracture's cries for help at the end of his little experiment, I found Whisper with his throat ripped open. I found Fracture's skull half caved in and Picasso foaming at the mouth. Whatever he had shot her up with killed her but her body was spasming rather violently. I'm not convinced those were tranquilizers.

And when she woke up it became apparent how right she was about his inability to help her.

I thought it was odd and annoying how she would randomly start screaming words in the middle of talking, but now she'll just start screaming at the top of her lungs and assaulting the closest thing to her at random. Sometimes she does just the opposite. Sometimes she'll just stop... and stare at nothing. Then she'll suddenly snap back to reality saying stuff like, "Fine, but only this once," or "I swear to god I didn't," or, and this one was my personal favorite, "Huh, but cats don't like water."

And then she'll go back on with whatever she was doing like it never fucking happened.

I asked her, "Cats don't like water?"

And she looked over at me confused. "I think THAT'S just a STEREOTYPE perpetuated by the CAT CONGLOMERATE to make us think CAT HAVE A WEAKNESS... because they don't. When THEY TAKE OVER, our death's will be SWIFT and PAINFUL."

I have no idea what to make of the insanity she spewed but it doesn't line up with things she herself said about a minute earlier and that's terrifyingly concerning.

In light of all that I probably shouldn't have done what I did next but... when Fracture went on to blame the Fears for his own failure insisting that this didn't work because of their meddling as opposed to his own short comings and the way he was blatantly just scribbling across her memories changing things at seemingly random in hopes they might make her, not better, but more subordinate to him... I broke her out.

I stole the key to her cell and I had... a friend of her's smuggle us out through the path... hate that disgusting place.

She tried to choke me out at first but after I opened the door and told her she was free to go, between gasps for air, she softened up. And when we hit land she... really, really softened up... like inappropriately so. Shes become painfully affectionate. Which I might... maybe could have gotten comfortable with but she still has random outbursts of screaming and ripping shit apart and I'm a little terrified of it being me she has at arms length during one of these episodes.

I mean, shes attractive and all and I did make some advances here and there but I don't want to fucking die. I've resorted to tying her up before bed...

She insists on singing at me from across the room.

"Like lovers on the open shore, what's the mat-ter, mat-ter? When you're sitting there with so much more, what's the mat-ter, mat-ter? While you're wondering what the hell to be, are you wishing you were ugly like me? " 

I... I assume its an attempt to woo me or something but I don't recognize the songs and she never finishes them. She'll sing a verse and then suddenly jump to another song.

"Blue eyes, blue eyes."

I don't recognize that one either. Don't matter though. Shes starting screaming and kicking the shit out of the chair next to her. I'm really worried the people in the room next to us might call the cops or something...

.....

And now shes gagged. Here's hoping we can both get some sleep now. Kind of regretting this course of action...

Guess our next course of action is gonna be to find these assholes. They're her friends... kinda mostly, and I'm hoping they can help me deal with her. And I guess since I'm suddenly on the other side of the fence from Fracture we'll be comrades now too... fun.

- "Helrick"

Shacking with Nat...

...and Sloth and Vallus of all people.

Hey. Moth here.

Sorry for the long period of silence again. Once I realized LeCroix did't have Picasso I went underground again. She threatened to come back and put me down in that little message she left for me and, while I know I can take her in a fight, the bitch likes to use guns. So if she gets the drop on me its over. Such an incredibly dishonorable weapons. Fire Arms truly are a disgusting cowardly tool. It sicks me to even consider stooping to using them... so I won't.

Can't let anything knock me off my game. Can't afford to psych myself out with something like that.

So I spent a lot of time sleeping out in the woods, under bridges, on roofs, in tunnels. Just in some really low profile... probably less than ideal places. Places I knew she wouldn't be able to track me to. Couldn't do motels anymore. Too obvious. Screams proxy.

Even gone so far as to take my mask off while I travel... felt naked. But I'm certain she'd be able to track reports of a mask individual moving through towns...

I don't know. Maybe I was just being really paranoid.

Somewhere in that time, Sloth decided he wanted to meet up with me. Safety in numbers and he wants me around if he figures out a way to get Picasso back... something I'd want to be around for.

God, by now she could already be complete brainwashed... worrisome.

So I met up with Sloth and his traveling companion, Nat. I was surprised to find they already had a third wheel.

Apparently Vallus isn't dead. I was pretty sure she died in that loop incident pretending to be Navi sometime back. I guess not. I have to be honest. I stopped reading blogs for a good while when we went dark the first time. So this was news to me. Shes dyed her hair white again, instead of Navi's blood red shade. Crimson. That has to be dyed. Kind of makes me wish I had been able to ask. Not talking can be rather bothersome at times...

Anyways, the four of us have just been hanging out, driving around. Trying to keep off Fracture, Writer, or LeCroix's radars. God, there are a lot of people after us. Really becomes apparent when you type them all out... huh.

But yeah, like when you deal with a fear, we've just been constantly moving around to keep safe.

Me and Vallus have been reconnecting. She's one of my old mask buddies. We've been sharing a bed to save space, something we use to do a lot. She's been resisting my advances but I think she might be interested. Sure that has everything to do with the other two people who are always in the room with us. I should probably back of... I guess.

Sloth is... sloth. He reads and plays on his little handheld thing... stares at us with cold eyes... hes what got me this far but I do not trust him...

And then there's Nat. We've been wailing on each other. Shes... a worthy opponent. Shes even beaten me a couple of times, which is impressive. I'm really good in a fight, especially a one on one fight. Been a long time since I've felt challenged in an honorable engagement. I've missed it....

We have no idea what we're gonna do to get Picasso back... but I'm confident we'll figure something out. You readng this Fuck Face? This isn't over yet. I don't care what you do to her. You could turn her against us for all I care, I'm gonna make you pay for this. WE are gonna make you pay for this...

She would have wanted that.

Moth out.

Fuck you LeCroix

I'm gonna rip you and Helrick's throats out the next time I fucking see you you sick sons of bitches.

Fucking cunts.

GGGGrrrrrrr... just... fucking grrrr.




I should have checked the blog sooner. I've been so busy trying to track down LeCroix. I thought I fucking had her a few times but apparently she put together a few red herrings to throw me off her fucking scent. Either that or Fuck Face did it for her. I don't know, but apparently he was definitely involved. As if Helrick's participation didn't make that clear.

The only reason I did bother to check was I nearly managed to corner her the other night before she slipped through my finger tips. It was only then that I realized she didn't have Picasso with her. When I didn't find her in the room LeCroix had been hiding out in, it occurred to me she might have escaped on her own.

So I hoped on the blog hoping Picasso had left a message for me there to find LeCroix had used it to report her successful mission to Fracture and fucking taunt me. Looking at Fracture's blog revealed that he fucking has Picasso now and that hes planning to do god know what with her. I wouldn't be terribly surprised if the sick fuck hollowed her and kept her like a fucking dog... like Duckie...

Stupid fucking Picasso. I don't understand her infatuation with Helrick.

That's what fucked us over.

Helrick and LeCroix showed up at our motel out of the blue. LeCroix came in with her hands up.

"Relax. Its me. Your friend... uh... Blondie? You like to call me blondie I believe.," said LeCroix

"Hey BLO-!.... wait... WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE," screamed Picasso as she pointed at Helrick.

"He helped me find you guys."

"..." I shifted into a combat stance and rested a hand on my weapon. I knew something was wrong. Picasso proceeded to freak out.

"No! FUCK THAT. He's working for FUCK FACE! He BETRAYED us! This is some sort of trick!"

To which Helrick responded by pulling out some flowers from behind his back.

"No, really," he insisted. "Fracture tried to kill you guys. He ended up killing three of his own guys who went rogue on him as a direct result of dissatisfaction in his ranks over how he was handling things! It was one thing when he had me hunting rakelings and trying to bring you two in alive but hes going to far. I know you. You're a good person. A beautiful wonderful person. You don't deserve to die," he insisted pressing the flowers closer to Picasso.

Picasso responded by hacking the flowers in half with one of her hatchets. "N-No! Y-You abandoned us. And you tried to kill us... and ME. Y-You can't REALLY-" she started but was quickly interrupted as Helrick reached out with his non-rakeclaw hand and pulled Picasso close against him by the wrist.

"I really mean it," he said with a confident tone.

"I-.... You-....," Picasso stammered blushing and looking up at him apparently taken back by this for some reason.

While she was doing that, Helrick grabbed a cloth hanging from the back of his belt and pressed it to her face and she passed right the fuck out. I'm assuming that was chloroform.

"I'm kind of sad that worked" he said letting her down on the ground gently, his eyes fixed on me as LeCroix pulled her gun into stance and made her way behind me.

I shifted my stance to try to keep an eye on both of them as Helrick stood back up and pulled his claw hand out of his arm sling. He pretends its broken so he can walk around in public with it in there.

"Like maybe I'm a bad person or something... although I would feel worse if she didn't respond to everything I said and did exactly like Fracture said she would. He really has you two figured out, you know that?" he said taking a stance.

"...."

And what followed was a rather short fight. I disarmed LeCroix of her gun, which took her out of the fight as she scrambled after it. As I recall, its both a keep sake and a weapon to her. Then I proceeded to break Helrick's rake claw arm. Rakeling claws may be good at ripping flesh but if you can pin the arm down, the mutation makes the arm itself rather frail.

I got back to LeCroix as she returned to her feet before she could line up a shot. I went in close where her gun did her a fuck lot of good and tried to wrestle it away from her again. She managed to push me back but I sprang forward again to her surprise and slammed her head against the wall, dazing her so I could disarm her again and check on Helrick.

I didn't deal with LeCroix fast enough that time. I turned around and got a good and sudden right hook from Helrick to the face, knocking me out cold. Naturally, took off with Picasso while I was out cold.

I'm not sure why they didn't take me too. Or kill me even. They just left me there on the floor.

When I got up, I started tracking them down. You know the rest from there.

I think I could have taken them one on one but I couldn't get at both of them fast enough in a two on one situation. I was fucked.

No point in chasing LeCroix anymore now that I know she doesn't have Picasso. And I still can't get at Fracture and his compound, less so now that I'm down my screaming psychopath.

I'm just... all around fucked...

Sloth... any ideas...?

Moth out.

Mission Complete

FUCKING BULLSHIT

EVERYWHERE.

We went to the library, CLEANED OUT.

The cemetery, CLEANED OUT.

The FUCKING SHED out in the middle of fucking NOWHERE, cleaned OUT

Every single location we've been able to identify as important in Duckie's little journals have already been picked CLEAN. Hours of time reading and ciphering, WASTED. Hours of driving. FOR FUCKING NOTHING. Day upon days upon days or searching, MEANINGLESS.

Fracture beat us too each and every one of them. I should have fucking figured. He HAS Duckie. He could just ASK Duckie where he hid all his sit. It's probably been cleared out for well over a year now. FUCK.

Running out of options.

I just want him to DIE.... is that so wrong?