So, Carter still isn't back. I'm starting to get worried. As some of you saw in the comment section, I kind of broke into a room in his house. The room was a lab. Tubes, beakers, and containers full of azoth and other odd liquids. Pictures on a desk. A container that probably has Med's eye in it. File cabinets with odd files. I'm assuming that those marked with a 'D' mean the person is dead. As Med suggested, the 'R' may stand for runner. But, I don't know what the 'F' stands for. It's on Jack's file, Med's file, and the file marked 'S' among others. They all seem to end abruptly or reference pictures/data/paragraphs that aren't there. There is a locked drawer that I can't open. I've tried forcing it with a crowbar, no luck. I think the rest of those files are in there. I've also found a file marked 'Project Alpha' and another marked 'Project Omega.' They are pretty vague though.
Like I said, I haven't seen or heard anything from him, so I'll give a small description from what he'll probably look like. Let me know if you see him. He's Caucasian, about 5'8"/5'9", short brown hair, blue/grey eyes, thin, has a big nose (don't tell him I told you), was carrying a Smith and Wesson Model 10 revolver in a holster, and with a backpack. Not a great description, but hey, what do you expect?
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Um, hello. It's me, Marcus. I'm new to all this so bear with me. Carter's disappeared. There's a horrible storm outside, I can't even see the road! Which is bad, since it's close to the house. Anyways, his laptop was on and was logged in, so I figured I'd ask you all for advice. Some of you seem smart. His revolver, emergency bag, and rain gear are all missing. But he didn't leave a note or anything like that. I could check the small room which he told me never to enter. But I don't know what I'll find. The lock looks simple though. So, uh, yeah, any advice?
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Well, I'm going to make this post tonight as tomorrow is the summer solstice. Hooray. I'll tell you all what I had originally planned on saying hopefully next week. Instead, I'm going to talk about my new roommate.
I had gotten an email from a Runner asking for asylum. Of course, I had an open offer. Today, I met him. His name is Marcus. He's 15. About 5 feet, 5 inches tall. African American. Short black hair. Great sense of humor. Seems to be capable of surviving on his own. Overall, a decent person.
I gave him the 'grand tour.' Showing him the spare room (which still has 3 empty beds in it), the woods across the street, the rooftop, the field in the back, and the main room. Afterwards I asked him if there were any questions.
"Go ahead, shoot away."
"Still healing, you have read my blog, right?"
So, pretty much, he may not know everything he needs to know. Oh well. He'll learn. I gave him pointers on Rake-creature, Jack, and those proxies who followed me to London.
That's all for now, I've gotta go prep for tomorrow. Hopefully things will turn out well. As for space in my house for Runners, there's still at least 3 beds available. So drop an email if you need someplace to crash. As always comment section for any news.
Monday, June 17, 2013
I think I've put this off long enough. I'll have to deal with it sooner or later. As the title says, yes I'm home. A lot has happened.
The last comment I had left, I had said I was waiting for a response from someone. I got the response I was expecting, after all, I did cover entire walls with the operator symbol. He responded. Teleported right into the room, and picked me up. Kept asking why. I explained the concept of a 'favor.' Then proceeded to ask for one. He brought me to a person who I know well. I talked to them about the message, then they brought to the Path. To where Jack was. Transcript form! I did record this, but don't want to upload audio files.
Jack: "Why are you here? No, wait, how?"
Me: "I asked for a...favor."
Jack: "You asked for a favor? From who? A proxy? Or....no.....you wouldn't."
Me: "Afraid I did."
Jack: [sighs]"Why are you here?"
Me: "You know why." I put the message from the package on what looked like a table. "I challenge that deal."
Jack: "You can't, you didn't make it." He turned back to other papers on the desk.
Me: "That didn't stop Dave, now did it?"
Jack "That was...different. And look at what happened to him."
Me: "Different! I challenge that deal!"
Jack: "No. I won't allow it. Even though I would win that challenge, I won't allow it. You don't deserve that fate."
Me: "It's already going to happen. I've talked to him. Now either you accept the challenge, or you reconsider that deal!"
Jack: [sighs]"I'll reconsider. You do know what will happen to you if you keep following this path. Don't you?"
Me: "I know, and it's a fate I'll accept. Will I be seeing again outside of here, or not?"
Jack: "You will. You need someone who can keep you out of trouble. I just need....some more time."
Me: "Understood." I started walking away. Towards the person who had brought me here. I stopped and looked back. "And Dave, thank you." He didn't react. I was brought home after that.
Other things that have happened:
- Going to phys therapy/rehab for the leg and the arm.
- Haven't seen the proxy trio who I had escaped from. Doc thinks that they're back here, in the US.
- And the whispering! Whenever I go near that area of the house near the azoth (which is still there) The whispering gets loud. And I hear a distinct message! "Come here." "Come closer." And other similar things. It's very maddening.
Until the Next,
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Not much time. On the run. Airport plan was a bust. I got on the plane, just to see to see three proxies board. Two, I had met before. They were the ones who had talked to me back in the woods last month. The 'normal' one, and his Hallowed friend. The third was some woman who I've never seen before. Thanks to a kind old man who faked a heart attack for me (I ever mention I have a bit of a silver tongue?) I was able to slip away. I'm posting this while leeching off of some house's unprotected WiFi. On my way to Doc's house. Hopefully he can help.
Nevermind the bit about 'no time.' I was unable to post the first bit. They found me. I got away, fun with my current condition. Made it to Doc's house. So, I'm kind of safe. Not really. I'll be leaving soon, I don't want to endanger him. Med, there was a message on that paper. To both you and Kendra: I don't really want to say anything about the message or pictures. Not yet, anyways. Sorry.
Next, I short apology to Sanna. When you picked up the package, I bet I seemed a bit...off (for lack of better words.) The reason was because I had just been re-watching that recording, and I had been looking at those pictures to try and memorize the faces. You can't be too careful. These people are definitely important. I hadn't been expecting your arrival so soon, and was taken off guard. So, sorry about that.
Lastly, I had a short visit from someone before I had to go to the airport. Good old Tall Thin and Faceless. I think I've caught on to something with the whispering: normally, it's quiet and I can't make out any words. When he's around, it gets loud and I still can't make out any words. I wish it would stop. Anyways, he left me with a message: (this isn't exactly what he said as I would go insane if I tried to type it how he said it) that he would not visit me on friendly terms again after I left the hospital. Pretty much, he said that the next time we meet, he'll try to kill me. So much fun.
As is usual: comment section will have news.
Until the Next,
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Well, it's been quiet here. Finally. That's all I've wanted. And it's my last week in England! I'll be leaving Wednesday. I'll be glad to be home.
- I have a package here with the name 'Sanna' written on it. Med followed through on the food supplies. Plus I managed to add some more food, and even some medical supplies to it. Let me know if you're able to stop in and pick it up.
- Kendra: if you're planning on stopping by, let me know beforehand by sending an email.
- My 'training' has been put off for a short while.
- I've (against my better judgement) watched/listened to the video/recording that I was sent. It makes me want to avoid any encounters like that.
- I got another package. This one unmarked. It had some...odd things in it.
- Still haven't heard from Jack.
- Rake-creature is still here.
Now, for the last area/part of the Pathways. This part was simply amazing. The first two were extremely dangerous. This one was safe. Actually safe! Jack called it 'the Light.' (not very imaginative with the names, is he?) It was an idyllic place. No danger at all. And its residents were friendly. It actually healed my wounds! If there was one place I'd return to, it'd be there.
Lastly, check the comment section for any other news.
Until the Next,
Edit (12:53 AM) (I really have a messed up sleep schedule!)-Has anyone heard from the anon who made that prophecy?
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
From May 19th to June 3rd I was the 'one-armed Runner', now I am no longer! I've finally got two arms again! The procedure was a success. And since there is a certain person who reads my blog and is undoubtedly wanting details, I'll give her those details. My arm is reattached. It is my original arm. It works from reconnecting the nerves between the (until recently) detached arm and the location where the arm belongs. The nerves are reconnected to the point of my arm being usable again. In fact, the arm's reflexes seem to be faster than they were before. But, there is one problem: I have no sense of 'touch' with that arm. I can't feel textures, or changes in heat with it. Which means, I need to be careful. I could light it on fire and not feel it. At least I have two arms again! It's amazing to be able to type with both hands! The technology is incredible, I really wish I knew where Jack had gotten it from.
So, the doc was kind enough to supply with a plane ticket home. I will be leaving Wednesday next week. It will be great to be home. Even though, I have to go to physical therapy/rehab for the arm. And the leg. That's just a small price to pay though.
I still haven't seen Jack, but I did get a package today. It was from someone who I really wish was dead. You all promptly named him 'Douchenozzle.' The package contained a camera and a tape recorder. They both were the ones he used when he cut my arm off. He left a note saying, "I hope your left arm is fine, it would be hard to live with no arms.-D" To anyone out there: if you ever see that guy and can kill him, please do so. He's a major pain.
Now for a description of the second 'level' of the Pathways. Jack called this area 'The Grey'. I personally think this was the most dangerous part of my journey. He said that it appeared different for everyone who entered it. What it does: it takes the form of a familiar place. Whether that is a city, small town, house, forest, or building depends on the person. For me it looked like the woods near my home. It is able to take the form based on your memories. But, it also twists the location, as well. It forces the person to take a very linear path to the center. Where you, of course, run into some Fears. Jack wouldn't tell me what his looked like, but after seeing his reaction, I think I know exactly what it looked like. Anyways, from my perspective, we followed a winding deer path through the woods. It all looked normal to the point of me dropping my guard and thinking that we were home. That was a mistake. When we made it to the center, which looked like a pond for me where I would normally rest after walking in the woods, we were attacked. At first they looked like family members and friends. They were walking in to the clearing, and talking exactly like their real counterparts. Whoever they appeared as for Jack, they almost made him start crying. As if, seeing the people they were masquerading as was painful. Again, I think I know what they looked like for him.
I was sitting there relaxing when one of the things came over to me. It looked like S. I was overjoyed as I had remembered that Jack left her behind with his 'rescue.' The thing started talking to me. I was thoroughly convinced that I was home. Until Jack started attacking one of the things. They all started screaming. It was so loud that I'm surprised I didn't go deaf. That's when everything faded into a grey-ish color. The trees disappeared. The things took their actual forms. It's near impossible to describe them, the only way you could understand is to see them for yourself. But, I don't recommend that. The best I can do: they were like silhouettes, grey in color (go figure), they almost blended in with the background. But, they kept changing shape. Constantly. Some shapes were human, others were...not. I hope that description is enough for you all, I hope none of you ever see them for yourselves. Jack and I managed to push them back and then ran. We somehow made it to the next area alive. The next area was amazing. I'll explain it in the next post.
That's all for now. Check the comment section for more news.
Until the Next,