Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Message From Mr. Carter

   Small disclaimer: Any and all typos are to be ignored. As I'm sure some may have noticed from my comments today, I am really fumbling at the keyboard. Mainly because I was awake trying to keep a 24/7 watch on the lab door. -- Jack

   Mr. Carter has decided to start making recording and sending them out to me. I am supposed to upload them, but I feel like torturing myself and typing. Here's your transcript.

  [Audio Disturbance that sounds like a tap]
Is this thing on? Hello?
  [Two more taps]
I hope it is. So, hello everyone. It's me, Carter, just figured I'd give you all an update myself. Who knows    what Jack's doing.
  [slight laughter is heard, followed by coughing]
Sorry 'bout that, I've been coughing up Azoth and blood for the past few days. I'll talk about that in more detail in a bit. So, I've gotten the news. Redlight's back. That's just what we all needed. I hope that when he's killed this time, he won't return. As for my situation: I'm locked in a room. I have enough supplies to last me a month. I hear constant whispering. And I've been coughing and puking up Azoth. I'm sure that Jack's said how he found me. Next to that body. I pretty much came to right as Jack came running up.
I've locked myself in here to protect everyone. And to try and find a viable way to get rid of the Azoth. A 'cure' if you will. Do I expect to find one? No. Prob'ly won't even get close. I have  a few 'failsafes' in place just in case. I'm going to make one of these every week with progress updates and give Jack a list of comments from me to post.
  [Throat clearing]
On to business. I'm gonna make a status report of the lab and my progress. It'll hopefully follow the same outline each week. So, here we go.

It is Monday, July 29, 2013. The time is [short pause where I'm assuming he was checking the time] 10:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time. Current lab temperature is 75 degrees Fahrenheit. That's about [another pause, this one longer] 24 degrees Celsius. I think. I've taken blood samples from the current 'clean' areas of my body. 'Clean' describes the areas where there is no Azoth present when I draw blood. Those areas are: My feet, left hand, and entire right arm. The arm is 'clean' due to it's [short pause] 'special' nature. I have introduced Azoth into blood samples A though C. Using D as a control. From there I will try getting the Azoth to retreat from the blood. Other notes...
Other notes are: I have a failsafe that will 'purge' the lab in case of a complete loss of sanity. And, I know that is a very big possibility.
 [short laughter followed by a sigh]
I feel like I'm talking to myself. That's all for now. Hope you all stay safe. End report.

[transcript ends]

   So, there you have it, he's alive and kicking away at a cure. Do I think he'll manage it? Probably not. No one's made a 'cure' for azoth. Maybe he'll need to accept his fate? All I know is that I am to watch the door and keep giving him updates on the outside world. I'll be seeing you all around. I've got some other business to attend to. -- Jack

Monday, July 29, 2013

  Jack here. Got bad news. Mr. Carter's locked himself up in that lab of his. Why? Here's a short version of what happened. He disappeared, again, and I looked for him. Found him out in the middle of the woods. Next to a dead body. There was a knife sticking through the ribs and possibly the right lung of the body. It was his knife. We hid the body, and I brought him home. He told to keep watch on the door and to not open it at all. Only to give him status updates on what is all going on in the outside world. I asked him about the body. He said that he had apparently blacked out and when he came to, he was sitting next to that body as I walked up. I will be taking care of the blog until he feels able to return. There's one thing that I haven't told him yet, the news about Redlight. Anyone have an easy way to break that news? -- Jack

Saturday, July 20, 2013

     Had to say goodbye to Marcus today. I gave him a pistol that I had 'acquired' from a proxy a while back. He and I talked for a bit, he said that he might make a blog some day. He also said that he wants to leave the US. Apparently he has an uncle in New Zealand, and a few friends in Australia. And then he left, headed towards town where he could get a bus ride to the city. I've got to admit, it was nice being able to talk to someone else freely. 

    In other news, I've been getting horrible nightmares again. Haven't slept soundly in about a week. So, I figure 'let's work on some projects!' Might as well type it up. So, Project Alpha, it was my attempt to find a way out and put in a 'safeguard' in case of forced proxyification. It failed. My first test was with Jamie. So long ago, and yet it won't stop haunting me. She died because of me. Because I failed at my job. Since then, I've started a new project, Project Omega. Same premise, same ideas, same research, hopefully a different result. So, there you have it.

     If I think of anything else that's important, it'll go in the comment section.

Stay Safe,

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Files and Explanations...

     Before I begin know that any words in [brackets] have been changed to preserve information.

     I've just reclassified one of my files. The files that no one is supposed to know about. B is confirmed dead by Kendra. His file now says 'D' on the front. You were all right about them being abbreviations. D stands for deceased/missing. P for proxy/possible threat. R for runner/fighter. And F is one that I will not talk about. It's doesn't mean 'Fear.' But it definitely doesn't stand for 'Fun times in the sun.' One day it'll be revealed, but that day is hopefully a while off.

     I told Marcus that he has a week. After the fact that he broke the one and only rule I gave, I don't think I can trust having him around here. That room was not meant for anyone else's eyes. (no pun intended Med, there's a reason that it's in there) 

     So, what exactly happened? I decided to pay a visit to the site where I had buried Alan and the others. When I got there, I was jumped by five proxies. They took me by surprise and one of them knocked me in the head with a shovel. When I woke up, I was in a cell. There was no way out, I checked every centimeter of that room. After an hour or so, a proxy led me to an interrogation room. I gave them the cold shoulder for every question. The one that seemed to be in charge got fed up with it, and the next thing I know, I had a very tall visitor. When I passed out, they brought me back to the cell. It repeated for days. I never answered them.

     One night, I heard gunfire. A man's voice called from the other side of the door. It sounded faintly British. "Mr. [Carter] are you in there?" I told him yes. He said to stand clear of the door. It blew open a few seconds later. "Come out into the hallway with your hands visible!" I complied, after all this may be my ticket to freedom. When I got out there, he compared me to a few photos that he had with him. Then got on his radio: "This is Talon, we have the target. Preparing to withdraw. Can you provide support, Raven?" After he heard some sort of reply I was ushered outside. The sounds of explosions and automatic gunfire ever present. When we finally made it out, I was surprised. We were in the middle of a desert! The Mojave to be exact. Which is pretty much the complete opposite side of the country. They led me to a car. The man looked at me. "I hope you're worth it. I lost a whole team to rescue you." I asked what was going on. He answered, "We're taking you into custody." Sure enough, one of the soldiers hit me in the face with the butt of his rifle. Back to sleepy land for me.

     Woke up in another cell. This one had computer access, so I posted a few comments on blogs. Didn't check mine though. I knew that they had key-logging systems set up. Eventually, I was led to an office by the Brit. There was a man sitting at a desk. "Welcome to our base, Mr. [Carter]. I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Commander [removed]. I see you've met Lieutenant [removed]." He looked at the Brit. "You're dismissed." The lieutenant left. He started asking me the same questions that the proxies were. I was fed up with being questioned. "Who are you people and why am I here?" He looked at me. "You don't get to ask any questions. You are a prisoner here, you will answer our questions or you will pay the consequences." "Then I won't answer." He called the lieutenant back in. I was brought back to my cell and beat. And yet another routine was formed. I think you all get the idea, so I dont need to go into detail.

    One night, someone familiar walked in to my cell. It was the proxy who talked to me, the one who followed me around in London. He told me to stay close and follow his lead if I wanted out. Once we got out, after a long crawl through a sewage system, he led me to a clearing. The hallowed one was there too. I didn't see the woman though, so I was suspicious. "My name's Rob. We call him Tongueless Joe, since his tongue was cut off long ago." The hallowed looked at Rob after the mention of his name. "Here's your stuff." He threw me my bag. I pulled out my gun. "I can understand if you don't trust us. I wouldn't trust myself if I didn't have to. But, if I were you, I'd lower that. Beth don't take kindly to people aiming guns at me. She's on over-watch with her rifle." He talked so casually that it was a bit scary. I asked him why he helped me. "Why? Because we felt like it. We ain't like the ones who jumped you at your friends' graves. That's just wrong and disrespectful to the dead. Those soldiers are no better. If you want, we can help you return home. If not, we'll go our separate ways. Your choice." I made my choice, I went alone. 

     It was a long walk through a small part of the desert. I managed to hitchhike a bit, too. I went back to the grave site. I still wanted to pay my respects. I ran into rake-creature there. And then she led Marcus to me. Since then, I've been cleaning up the room, and talking with Jack. Who arrived after I got home. The reason I'm not in a hospital: let's face it, I have a group of proxies hunting me. And some military-like group. I don't think a hospital would be too safe.

     I apologize for the length of this. I hope you all stay safe out there. I've gone through a whole year of living with this stuff. Others, like B, were not able to. Let's remember the fallen, and never lose hope. Hope that one day, someone, somewhere will end this.

Until the Next,

Friday, July 12, 2013

Marcus here. Carter's back. He's currently resting or sleeping or unconscious...something. I found him in a clearing in the woods across the street, the thing that would sit on the roof led me to him. It came out of the woods last night and started scratching at the window. When I followed it, it led me to him.

He's a mess. At first I thought he was dead. But then he pulled a gun on me.
"Get away from me! I'll shoot you!"
"Carter, it's me. Marcus. Let's just..put the gun down and go home." I took a few steps closer. He lowered the gun.
"Give me the gun, please." He, surprisingly let me take it from him. I led him back to the house: being in the middle of the woods at night is not a smart idea.

Luckily I took some basic medical classes before I had to run, because Carter will not let me take him to a hospital. When I asked why, he just said that it would be more dangerous. I don't know what happened but he's severely dehydrated, covered in bruises, covered in cuts, and is scared of going into a hospital. He also asked what the date was. When I told him he just started laughing hysterically. "It's been a year! I've survived this all for a whole year! You can go to hell, Slender Man 'cause you aren't killing me!" He kept laughing for about an hour, then got quiet. At least he's alive. He may be able to post by tomorrow.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Still No Sign of Carter

It's still me, Marcus. Just updating because of some recent things. So, I still haven't seen Carter. I'm really starting to worry now. Wouldn't he have been back by now?

Also, what was that anonymous comment on my last post about? The one with the really bad rhyme scheme, and cryptic? Sorry for being out of the loop, but it seemed kind of important.

Lastly, something happened today. I was trying to get into that drawer of the cabinet when I heard a bang at the front door. When I checked, no one was there, but there was a piece of cloth there. It was a piece of the shirt that I last saw Carter wearing. It had blood on it. There was nothing else though, so I brought it up to the lab. That's when I heard a thud in the ceiling. There was a loose panel. Inside was a mouse (or rat, I've never been the greatest at remembering which is which), more pictures (some hand drawn), and a journal. I (being the impatient person that I am) skipped to the last entry. It said something about "It's becoming unbearable, I have to do something soon. I'm worried that I'll lose control. If that happens, I won't be the only one in danger. I wish it would stop. Just one minute of silence. I have my pack ready to go. If anything happens, I know where to go."

So, I guess that's it for now. I'm hoping that Carter will show up soon. I haven't seen Jack, the Slenderman, or the creature that would sit on the roof. I'm not sure it they're related or not. I hope not. As Carter would say, stay safe.