Showing posts from May, 2013

Wheee, What Fun

Would have posted this earlier, but I figured that I should calm down before making a post. I'm calm-ish now, so here we go.
     Still no word on the prophecy-thing. So that's some good news. Also on good news, Monday the doc is planning on performing the prosthetic/reattachment surgery. After that, I would be stuck here for maybe 1 or 2 more weeks. Then I have to go to phys. therapy/rehab. That's going to be fun. Oh yeah, and the 'training' is going fine as well.
     The neutral news. Jack and I really got into it earlier. To keep this short (and to keep me from getting upset again) I'll just tell you how it ended. It ended with me shouting at him to "Go away, leave me alone, stop protecting me, and never to show up around me again!" I have censored that just quite a bit. So, he left. Right as the doc was walking in. I haven't seen Jack since.
     Med, when you get that package he sent, tell me what the results from the blood samples ar…


So, a lot's happened since my last post. I'll start with Strider.

     I was eating my dinner, Jack was off napping in the corner. I was just about to swallow my food when the door flew open. A man ran in, threw me off the bed, threw my food (tray and all) at Jack, and started attacking me and Jack. The guy would hit me a few times, turn and knock Jack around then proceed to hit me again. (all while I was choking on food mentioned earlier) I was on the ground and unable to get up, as I have only one leg that can support my weight. After throwing Jack back into his chair (what's with him and chairs?), the guy started laughing. Looked at me and said, "I'm Strider, nice to meet you in person!" Jack sighed and said something about 'telling me this would happen.' The doc and some security came in, but Jack sorted it out as Strider helped me up and into my bed. Thus, my 'training' began...
      In other news:
S and I talked, she seemed to think…


So, Strider is going to pay me a visit in a few days to start training me because of the countless weaknesses, and ways to kill me that he found. To top that off, sir Ⓧ is actually very dangerous. And most likely suffers from indigestion and ulcers. Jack's a bit upset about the whole training idea. And the doc keeps trying to convince me to take the prosthetic/repair/replacement treatment. All of this happened while I was eating a wondrous hospital dinner. You know what they say: "There Ain't No Rest for the Wicked." Even when recovering in a hospital in a different country. And there's some good news! S and I will be able to video chat sometime this week. I don't know how to explain being in London. Or missing my arm. But, at least I get to talk to her.
     Any advice? Other than: "Expect the unexpected."

Until the Next, Carter

Stir Crazy

I haven't even been here that long and I'm going stir-crazy. It's so boring here, but I guess that's better than it being to exciting, right? Earlier, the doc let me 'walk' around the hospital. Actually, hobble is more appropriate. Instead of using a wheelchair, like he wanted, I used a crutch. Yes, singular. I used my left arm to hold it, and kind of hobbled my way around. Luckily, it was my left leg that had been broken. Some of the looks I got...were priceless. I wonder what went through that one old woman's mind when she saw a teenager who was missing an arm, had a broken leg, and was using only one crutch. Other than that, I haven't been allowed outside of my room.
      So, let's see, I'm going to be here a while. I might as well tell you all about the Pathways. I'll split it into three parts, as there are only three sections of it that I saw. In my next post, I'll start with the first part of it. 
     In other news:
The whis…

So That's What They're Talking About

Carter here. Doc just left. He explained to me about this 'experimental procedure' that he and Jack had been talking about. I'll type this one completly on my my own, it'll take longger, but it means that Jack can't remove what I want to say.

     So anyways, the 'procedure.' Doc walked in, had a case under his arm. He set it on the table. THen said, "I'm sure you've heard our...illustrious friend and myself talking about a 'procedure'." He gestured at Jack while talking and even did the whol finger-quote thing. "Due to his...peculiar nature, we have a way to 'restore' your arm." At this he opened the case, inside was (you guessed it) my arm. "Our friend," At this Jack winked, "has informed me of a technology to help you. It can regulate the nerves of the arm."

     I interrupted, "So, what you're saying is that you want to recconnect my arm and put in some kind of machinery?"…

I Hate Hospitals

Here I am. Stuck in a hospital. I hate hospitals, I ever tell you that? Along with elevators, and proxies, and crazy people, and the S-man. Forgive any typos*, this is very hard to do. I feel groggy (painkillers?), I'm in pain (if so, they aren't helping me much), and I've only got one arm (yippee). My left arm at that. My right was the dominant. Jack's got horrible bedside manner. First thing he does is say sorry, then he shoves the computer in my face. With different blogs open. So, it looks like:
Spyre is being tortured. I hope someone is able to help her. Strider, if you read this, good luck, and send Aporia my full 'hello.' (Which is currently a lot of pain) Sanna is being held by Snowblind in a situation that is all too familiar. David, I may not like your methods, but help her. Please.Med, that was pretty...descriptive. But Jack tells me I have you and Kendra to thank. So Thanks. And be careful with Aporia.Kendra, I don't know what to say to you.…

That Was...Annoying

Jack here, I've changed the password. He won't be harassing any of you with Mr. Carter's account. So where to begin. He got away. When I went barging in he ran away. Like a coward. Mr. Carter is currently in a hospital, unconscious. Luckily, one of the doctors owes me a few...favors. So, the report:
minor concussionthree broken ribsfour broken toesthree broken fingersone royally messed up legelectrical burnsstrangulation marksbruises all over torsomassive blood lossblunt-force traumahe had apparently been 'water-boarded' and then there's the arm      Amazingly, Mr. Carter was alive, so I grabbed him and left. Straight to the Pathways and on to the hospital. Thank you all for your distractions. You definitely saved Mr. Carter's life. Lastly, Ms. Kendra. Kid, don't beat yourself up, it's not your fault that some psychotic individual forced you to make a choice. Or that you and B are his next targets. I will try to hunt this guy down. I've done h…

I'm Only Going to Say this Once, The Deadline Has Been Moved

I want you all to pay attention. I have your 'friend' immobilized. I hold the cards here. I want to be entertained. If I get bored, I'll finish up my 'business' and leave. So, when I say something, I want an actual answer. No BS, no tricks, and certainly no deals. If I say 'dance,' you had better dance. Or else we'll find out how successful a 'Runner' is when he has no legs. Give me an answer, or he'll lose both legs, and one of his arms. I'd decide quickly if I were you, I'm not very patient.

And 'scientist', I want to know how much trauma you think the human body can take. We'll compare it to my 'patient.' And if you don't know, I'll be glad to pass along my data. Don't be afraid to ask.

Pardon the Interruption

Hello, bloggers! Such a foolish act: both blogging and leaving your blog open and logged in while being chased. Isn't it funny how the, what did the 'scientist' call him, 'fairy'(?) is gone when needed. Or how the beast is off hunting what it believes to be Lynx rufus when it is needed to most? So foolish, so naive. In case your wondering (and I know you are) he's alive. But can't talk, he's currently...tied up, so to speak. What fun I shall have tonight.
Not enough time. there is someone outside right now. Jack and rake-creature are both gone. i keep hearing sounds outside, as if someone's trying to find a way in. i am honestly scared. about half an hour ago the azoth pile moved.  window just broke downstairs. posting this then running.

Sorry If That Scared Anyone

Carter here, as Jack said, yes, I went into the woods. I had a reason. This morning, I found a note telling me to go to a 'dead-drop' of sorts in the middle of the woods. I called rake-creature over, told her to follow me, and went into the woods. I didn't see S-man, but I did talk to a proxy. And a Hallowed. Yes, talked. It was weird, I was worried that they'd attack me, but instead the proxy chatted with me for a while. It's kind of worrying that a proxy and a Hallowed decided to chat instead of attempt to maim me.
     Anyways, the dead-drop contained an audio tape. I would post its audio but don't have time. Same for typing a full transcript. It was marked saying 'Coroner's Log 5/9/2013'. The short version of it: a man was found dead with what (at first) appeared to be burns on his torso, arms, and hands. Nothing happened until the second doctor left the room. The remaining doctor continued. I believe that he eventually brushed bare skin a…
Mr. Carter apparently left while I was working. He's no where to be found. I would go after him, but that thing is gone too. So, I think it followed him. They will be back soon most likely.
   To help Mr. Carter out, I set up his email. It is Send him a message when you can. I'll make sure that he checks it. -- Jack

Jamie's Last Entry and Guilt...Lots of Guilt

Carter here. Early post. What a busy week. Let's have a  recap shall we?
New people. Lots of them.Coughing is worse. And, I'm still not done cleaning up that azoth. I think that I do actually have a phobia to it now. Jack's effectively moved in.My rake-creature is still here. I swear I keep seeing things on the edge of my vision.If I'm in a quiet room, I hear whispering. That no one else notices.I do have a spare room still, so if anyone needs a place to stay, I'm your man. If you're in the Midwest 'States, and don't mind Jack, or a rake-creature.I'm paranoid of everything, including myself. All because of that azoth from before.Med, thanks again for that thought you left me with. The one about the azoth from my head being alive still.I've been having more...vivid (vivid as in highly detailed and almost life-like. Almost like a memory) dreams. I'm writing them down to the best of my abilities, but the most interesting is one thing. I kee…

Welcome Home Party? For Me?

Got home way earlier today. Would have posted then, but I had a lot of 'fun.' So, I  get home, open the window so my magnificent Rake-creature-sentry-watchdog-stalker-thing (I'll explain why I will no longer use the nickname 'kitty') can come and go as she pleases, and start unpacking. I saw a note on my bedside table, it was in Jack's handwriting, so I ignored it. I wish I hadn't. 
     I decided to take a cat-nap, as long car rides always tire me out. I woke up to a proxy (actually Hallowed, because he had that blank look) holding a knife and standing in my doorway. I went out the window and onto the roof, naturally. My house is two-floored, and the garage's roof is right under my window. It's pretty flat, so it's like a balcony. Well, Mr. Proxy is was fast, he was right behind me. And a lot stringer than he looked. To be honest, with you guys, I should've grabbed a weapon, but he looked like he hadn't eaten any food for weeks! N…

Jamie's Journal-Entry 3

Welp, I'm gonna be busy this weekend. So, here's an early post! I'll try to still catch any new posts you all make and comment, but I won't have time for a full post.

     So, news time:
Kitty is still here. Still watching me. Still being completely creepy. Does anyone have a reason of why she's here? I also got a note from Jack: "I'll be away on business." That's all it said. Good riddance, if you ask me.  I just realized that this whole 'situation' has lead to me being an amazing liar. Before, I could barely lie. Now, I can tell a perfect lie to those I care about! Not a proud moment When will this all end?Still getting those weird, "Who am I?" moments. It's still very uncomfortable.Other than all of that, I'll keep you informed if anything happens (I hope not) in the comment section below.      On to the entry:

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

     Oh God, I can remember it ALL. I remember all of it now. The Council, Alan,…

Anyone Who'll Let Me Punch Them?

So, last night, Jack just walked in. In one hand, a sheet a paper. In the other, a container, like the ones that hospitals use to protect organs. I knew what they both were. He had a huge grin on his face. He walked over to the nearby chair and and sat. Jack was string out the window for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing. He eventually said, "You're all so hilarious! She actually accepted my offer! What a fool!" Another fit of laughter as he gestured towards the container which he had set down on the table. I figured I'd get some work done, so I turned back towards my computer. 
     After a few minutes, he got quiet. He finally had heard the faint growling that had started after he had walked in.
      "What the devil is that thing doing here?"-Jack
      "Took your sweet time, huh?"-me
      "Why is it here?"-Jack
      "She is a 'wonderful' new friend that I've made. All because of your 'rescue'…

Rude Awakenings...

Well, I won't be going after that figure today. I woke up this morning with the feeling of being watched. I instinctively checked the chair near my bed. I was expecting Jack to be sitting there. But it was empty. I haven't seen him for a while now. Especially after he and Med's deal. Anyways, I definitely felt a presence in the room. I looked at one of the corners and freaked out. There was one of those albino human things. In my room! It had made a bed out of my clothes and was watching me. I lost it, of course. I immediately remembered the 'Rake.' That's what this thing looks like. So, apparently I have a Rake-creature, an extremely tall faceless entity, its followers, and a man who calls himself Jack to deal with. Great, just freakin' great. What's next? 
     But, it didn't attack me, so that's a plus. It just watched me, got bored, yawned, and fell asleep. I'll let you guys know how this situation turns out.
     I also had an awk…

Jamie's Journal-Entry 2

Before I begin, I want to say something. Something isn't right. Ever since I got back, things have been weird. It all feels wrong. Sometimes, I'll see my reflection and ask myself, "Who is that?" other times, my own voice sounds strange, foreign. I can't really explain it all very well. I asked Jack about it. He won't give me a straight answer. Once I heard him mumble something about the 'paradox' and 'causing unwanted and unexpected changes.' What could that mean? Did the paradox change me? Another thing, was that goo-stuff 'azoth?' The descriptions seem to have similarities, but I can't tell. I'm no expert. And, the figure I mentioned in my comment is still there. Whatever it is, it's following me. Tomorrow, I'll confront it and find out.
     On to the entry:

Sunday, March 31, 2013

     Still alive. That's an accomplishment. Running low on supplies, tomorrow I'll have to go into town. Which will draw atte…


Well, where to begin....I guess I'm alive. And it's me, Carter. So, I...died. Yep. Now I'm alive due to the help of Jack. I feel only half-alive. Or half-dead. The things I saw in there...were horrible. I don't want to talk about it now, but I might later. Apparently that whole 'paradox plan' worked, though. Jack left her behind when he pulled me out. And since he had screwed up time so much, everyone around me doesn't even have a clue that I died, have a faceless stalker, or a...what exactly? What is Jack? Is he a human, a Fear, or something else? But anyways, she is also alive and well. She had no memory of Jack bringing her to help or of him telling her everything about this wonderful situation that I've gotten tangled up in. I guess I have that to be thankful of, at least. Although, there is still the fact that he endangered her just to save me. And the paradox that he had created in the process. Frankly, I'm surprised that I lived. And by…