Catching Up Again: Part 1

Yeah, I know. I need to post more often.

So I’m standing outside the door when all of the sudden my rampant paranoia kicks into overdrive for no apparent reason. I immediately started looking around for the Rake, thinking I was about to get mauled. Then I hear Eternity yell something, and the next thing I know I’m being attacked by a proxy. She jumped on my back and got me in a chokehold, which I managed to get free of. Then we scuffled some more until Eternity appeared and put an end to it by stabbing Miss Proxy in the arm and then knocking her upside the head.

We then searched the unconscious proxy’s pockets and found a note containing orders, a phone number and an address… (Seriously, who just carries around important information on their person like that? Not the best idea.)

As I looked down at the unconscious proxy, I had a thought. We faked being Runners…so why not fake being proxies?

I smiled and Eternity gave me another strange look.

By the way, Eternity told me to say that she's still alive.

...Legs.

Not much too reportt on my end. During this, I was skipping merrily around the other side of the park, blissfully unaware of the whole ordeal.

Speaking of; what sick bastard went and said “oh hey, you know what would be cool? A forest full of fucking legs! That’ll be fun to walk around in at night!” Why would…why would you even…What sane person comes up with something like that?  No…wait… found him. Wikipedia names him Magdalena Abakanowicz. Is he mentally deranged or something? I mean, come on. Legs? Legs?! He could of at least stuck some arms on there or had them brightly colored, but oh no. Instead, the sadistic son of a bitch decides to have a bunch of half-Mannequins standing around in a park.

But then again I could be overeacting. Fucking cities. Too much noise. I much prefer the country life, away from…everyone. There’s nothing quite like a large concentration of people to remind you how insufferably moronic the human race is, ya know?

Sorry, sorry. I get snippy when I don’t get my full four hours of sleep every night. I hate lions.

I did wake up with some claw marks on my arms four days ago, but I didn’t really have the energy to freak out about it. Or tell Eternity.

Aaannnddd that’s all I feel like talking about right now.

Valete

Catching Up

Hmmm… I haven’t posted in a long time, have I? Well I’ve been busy, so shut up. Eternity’s last post was on December 30^th, I believe… Ok, I’ll start there.

Walking. It was fine for the first couple of miles. We even met this awesome farmer guy (seriously, he was awesome), but then it got really cold.

Problem: We had no transportation to that city in Illinois (Chicago), and were afraid to risk anybody’s life for a ride.

Solution: We stole a car! I got it unlocked and Eternity hot-wired it. I’m sure no one will notice. It’s a real clunker. Probably did its owner a favor by getting rid of it for them. Hehehehe.

Three days later we were in Chicago. Ah, Chicago. It’s a pretty nice place, ya know, for a city. With lots of people. And no trees. Or breathing room…buildings everywhere…closing in around me…

This place is horrible. But on the bright side, we’re far less likely to see the Rake running around here. So that’s…comforting. Yeah. Haven’t seen the Rake anywhere for a long time. It’s planning something I just know it…

After we reached Chicago, the trail went cold. We kinda aimlessly wandered the streets after that. My map trick doesn’t work anymore, along with most of my magic, something which I’m extremely confused and slightly pissed about. Also, I’m pretty sure I hadn’t slept in three or so days. Sekhmet is prowling through my dreams in a really alarming way, and Id rather not talk about it, so…

We aimlessly walked the streets for days on end in grim silence, prowling relentlessly through shadow-ridden back allies, hoping against hope that a lead would happen across our path. But alas, none came. And just then, when all hope had begun to fade…epiphany.

…

So I was all like, “Let’s be Runners!” and Eternity gave me a really strange look.

Christmas…

...was nice and uneventful.

The Rake made itself scarce (probably because of this), and we were able to stop for a little Christmas dinner.

So yes...completely uneventful, though I did have an unnerving dream in which Sekhmet just stared at me in a really creepy way.

Valete

It’s cold.

And sleeting. I hate this state.

Luckily for me, we won’t be in this godforsaken state for much longer. Huzzah.

After that happened, we tried the map trick again. You may recall that the map trick requires a beetle. This was problematic, as one doesn’t see many beetles flying around in winter. Had to go into a few stores (and one hotel) to find some of those nasty little ladybug look-alikes and collect them in a jar. Got some really weird looks in the process, but the main thing is I found some beetles. The spell took three tries, but we have our destination. A city in Illinois called…I don’t know. I have no clue where we’re going. Eternity has the map and I don’t want to get too close to it lest I accidentally destroy it. My magic is still very much on the fritz.

Oh and also…I shot the Rake several days ago. Not in anger, but as an experiment. (Ok, I may have been a little angry.) Honestly, it sounded like a great idea at the time. Unfortunately, 20 gauge birdshot harmlessly bounces of the Rake’s hide, so I’m going to have to switch to a more lethal ammunition…

Anyways…birdshot only pisses the Clawed One off. SC, however, is still quite effective in deterring the Rake. And, thankfully, I had a Supersoker filled with the stuff with me as backup, so I got away from the encounter scot-free, though I did get scolded by Eternity.

Think I was going to mention something else… Ah well. Must not have been important.

Fuck Indiana

I hate this place.

It’s chilly, rainy, and full of places for the Rake to ambush us.

I also hate the (probably non-existent) shack.

Still have not found it. Map “trick” did not narrow down our search at all. This better be one impressive shack.

Spent two weeks running after some goddamned phone-stealing stick-carrying proxy. Who the fuck hides in a playground anyways? That bastard was just begging to be kicked in the head. I don’t care that he was lost and needed to contact his cohorts. You don’t force me to run around Indiana for weeks on end trying to get a phone back. He and his funny looking stick can go straight to Hell. In fact, I told him to go to hell, among other things. In Latin. I may have Cursed him, actually. Can’t bring myself to feel bad about it.

...

Eternity stole my shotgun.

That’s fine. I’m putting together an anti-Rake water gun anyways. Fucking herding us…

And I did not try to drive off without her as revenge. I was merely attempting to run over the Rake.

Town Trip

We drove into town yesterday. The Rake hissed at the car as we left, but didn’t make any move to stop us.

The place the map led us to is a house. While Eternity was deciding whether to break into the house or announce our presence, I decided to walk up to the front door and knock. I figured that if the owner of the house was hostile, I could just demand information at gunpoint. Or pretend to be a government official. I’m relatively certain I could get away with that…

Handgun hidden behind my back, I knocked. Guess who answered the door? A proxy. The proxy we held hostage in my basement. I smiled and said, “Hi! Do you mind if we come in and talk to you for a sec?”

And talk we did. I don’t feel like retelling the entire conversation right now….Eternity can if she feels like it…she did most of the talking anyway. But no blood was shed, so our chat was pleasant enough. I guess the reason for that is the proxy is grateful that we didn’t kill him while we were holding him hostage, even though he attacked us. Or something. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t paying attention to the whole conversation. Got distracted...

I did however pay attention when he mentioned that Hypnos had kept Hawk in his basement. I asked if he would let us look around his basement, and he was kind enough to oblige us. It was more of a bunker, really. Eternity snooped around while I made sure that the proxy wasn’t going to lock us in. He didn’t offer to, but I really don’t trust people.

He also told us about the next place they had taken Hawk. A shack in Indiana…the location of the shack was already marked on the map, but it’s nice to know exactly what we’re looking for. The place could’ve been a freaking cave for all I knew.

We left the proxy’s home, and I remembered that I needed to do some shopping.

I was about halfway done with my shopping. As we were walking to the next store....well….it went like this:

“Got the Super Soakers… Hey, let’s stop at this hardware store for a sec. I need some more PVC pipe and a few feet of hose. Oh, heheh, just had a idea. We need to get some balloons too. Or do I already have some? Better buy some just in case. Let’s go to Wal-Mart after this. That okay with you? …Eternity?”

All the blood had drained from her face. She was staring at something, openmouthed. I drew my handgun and looked around, but didn’t see anything. I cocked my head and stared at her, then waved my hand in front of her face. Nothing. Suddenly feeling cold despite my warm clothes, I gave her a shove, and she finally snapped out of it. She glared at Him (still didn’t see anything, but I figured it was Him), and chucked one of her knives at Him. Then we ran back to the car and went straight home.

So…...that was……..yeah.

I can’t see Him, I guess…

Is that a good thing?