Monday, February 19, 2024

It’s been a while since my last walk

and my last post. Wolf and I have been working on some stuff like building up our island here, adding rock formations and a large forest, among other things.     

Last night though, I finally felt the urge to head out.  

It was snowing when I stepped out into a city, but I didn’t mind. I don’t get cold like I used as a human, so I was comfortable while walking around, enjoying the sensation of the flakes falling on me and the crunching sound of my footsteps through the snow on the ground. That was until another noise caught my attention. I turned a corner to see that, further up the street, a man and a woman had gotten out of a car and were in the middle of a very one-sided fight. The man was swearing, threatening and insulting the crying woman as he dragged her towards, what I’m guessing, was their house.

“Hey! Leave her the fuck alone, dude!” I called out as I walked towards them.

The guy let her go before stomping towards me until he was in my face.

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?” he snarled.

“Or what? You’re gonna make me?” I said with a smirk.

He backed off like he was about to turn and walk away, only to suddenly take a swing at me. His punch was wide and clumsy, so I easily caught his fist in my hand, driving my claws into his flesh.

He cried out and tried to hit me with his free hand, but that didn’t work out any better for him.

I let my hands separate from my arms at the wrist before slowly turning them.

“Stop- STOP!” he yelled as he tried to pull away before sinking to his knees in pain. His hands, still caught in mine, were forced to turn along with them until his wrists snapped.

His screams were music to my ears. I was so absorbed by the sound and the scent of his blood, that I was caught by surprise when something hit the back of my head. Releasing his hands as I shoved him to the ground, I spun around, only to have to stop myself before my claws hit the woman. While I was focused on the dude, she had apparently circled around and hit me with her purse, trying to save his ass.

She gasped and flinched back but was otherwise frozen in fear.

“You should go inside.” I growled, pointing to the house.

“P-please don’t kill him” her voice was almost a whisper.

“Go inside” I repeated. “Now.”

She stood there for a few seconds, seeming unsure of what to do before finally backing away and running to the door. Turning my attention back to the groaning asshole, I saw that he was trying to get up. Lifting my shirt, I exposed my, now open, belly mouth. He tried to scream again, but it was cut off as a tentacle shot out of it, wrapping around his neck, before pulling him in. One bite later, he was dead. 

Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Pest Control

Wolf wasn’t exactly happy about our old boss going after Fell, but up to this point she had stayed out of it because she knew Fell wanted her to. Since the proxies had decided to involve her by dressing up as her in their last attack, however, Wolf decided it was time to step in.   

Osprey was too far gone from the torture inside Wolf to be useful, though anything he knew would probably have been too out of date anyway, but it wasn’t hard to find what we were looking for another way. We knew where Fell was, so all we had to do was follow at a distance until we caught the scent of our old boss. You should have seen the look on that proxy’s face when we saw us. We barely had to touch him to get him to squeal. We didn’t expect some random grunt to know any high-level shit, but he led us to his handler’s hang out, which was enough.

It was a fucking two-storey crack house that reeked of shit, piss, vomit, rot and the tall guy. I felt disgusted looking at the place because it reminded me of my oxy days. That feeling only got worse at the sight of the addicts. Not everyone in there was a proxy, but most, proxy or not, were on some shit. I went the front door, while Wolf went in the back, to prevent anyone from escaping. I don’t think it really mattered though, as we were able to kill a few of them before the rest even registered what was happening.

Some of those who cared enough to fight back, barely reacted to the damage we did to them. I’m pretty sure they weren’t hollows since they were yelling at us. They were just so high on whatever substances, that they were numbed to the pain. I remembered what that felt like and hated it. I hated them.

The only thing that stopped me from burning them all was the risk of killing the one in charge. Wolf was clearly thinking about that risk too, as she tore into them like I did.

With the lower floor reduced to a mess of blood and bodies, I let Wolf know what I was about to do through our psychic connection. Using my tentacles, I grabbed two addicts who were either dead or unconscious on the ground and held them up as meat shields as I started up the stairs. The proxies waiting above opened fire, but their attack didn’t last long. While I was distracting them, Wolf darted into our domain, only to dart back out behind them. A moment later and they were dead in her claws.

We found our target halfway out a window. He tried to jump, but Wolf caught his leg and hauled him back in. He wasn’t as willing to talk as the first proxy, but in the end, we got what we wanted. Dude had an iphone with touch ID, so we forced his thumb onto it and a moment later, Wolf was fishing around his messages. Between them and a few broken bones, we found out where to go next.

I guess the proxies around here have fallen on some hard times between the crack house and the shitty apartment building we arrived at. There were almost as many fucking addicts as the last place, except this time they were camped out in the parking lot thanks to a few dealers that were apparently operating out of their trucks. Watching the drugged-up mob mill around reminded me of Wolf’s old art projects. They may as well have been with the way they swarmed anyone going in or out of the building, most begging for money or cigarettes, some trying to start a fight. This province has gone to hell, I swear.

As much as I wanted to tear into them like I did to the ones in the crack house, it made more sense to avoid them entirely, so we didn’t give the proxy tenants or the superintendent a heads up that we were there. 

Thanks to our last target, we knew what floor the super lived on, so we stepped back into our dimension and back out into the building, Wolf on one end of the floor, me on the other. What a fucking slum. The people living in this “safehouse” didn’t seem to have it that much better than the crowd in the parking lot. The ceilings were water damaged and sinking in places and I could smell mold everywhere, almost as strong as the stench of our old boss. Despite the condition of the rest of the building, the security system seemed to work just fine, as an alarm started going off a few moments later. Tenants started coming out of their apartments. Some were proxies, but others were just confused people, probably thinking there was a fire or something. One knife-wielding proxy tried to grab a mother who had come out with her kid in her arms. I guess his plan was to use her as a hostage to get me to back down, but he wasn’t fast enough. I had a tentacle through his skull before he could hurt either of them. Freed from the proxy, the mother burst back into her apartment and slammed the door. Making sure that she and the kid got away safely cost me though. Another proxy had taken advantage of my distraction to shoot me with a fucking crossbow. I tore the bolt out of my shoulder which really stung thanks to the expandable blade, and probably would have put me out of commission if I was still human. She tried to take another shot, but I used the dude still stuck on my tentacle to block it. Not waiting to give her another chance, I leapt forward, extending my limbs. That made the wound hurt even worse, but I didn’t have time to wait for it to heal. She tried to run but didn’t get more than a couple of steps before I caught up to her, knocking her down before snapping her neck.

Gunfire rang out. I looked up to see one of the non-proxy tenants slumping against the wall. Dude had apparently panicked and ran instead of going back into his apartment, only to get hit by some trigger-happy assholes as he rounded the corner. Having that warning, I dragged the crossbow proxy up with another tentacle, deciding to use both her and the first dude as shields, like I did with the addicts, only this time I flung him around the corner while keeping her in front of me. Turning the corner, I saw one of the shooters under the body, having been knocked out. I sent a tentacle into him as I passed, just to make sure he was dead. His friend with the handgun was still up and firing though. Crossbow proxy made a decent bullet sponge while I closed the distance between us, though I still caught one in the arm. It hurt but not as much as the crossbow bolt and it definitely wasn’t enough to stop me. At the last minute, I pulled her to the side so I could slam my fist into the shooter’s face, feeling their bones breaking from the force.

It was then that I heard a couple of loud bangs and then a roar. A moment later, Wolf’s voice was in my head, telling me to turn up the heat. That was good enough for me, so I turned that belly fire loose. Proxies from the lower floors had heard the chaos and those who were brave enough to join the fight were coming up behind me. They were the first to fry, falling into a crying, spasming, bulging heap as their insides boiled. Then I started sending it into the apartments around me, then downward to the floors below.    

I can’t even begin to describe how it felt to walk down the corridor like an angel of fucking death, hearing the screams of the proxies who stayed hidden in their holes.

When I turned the next corner, I found the super’s room with the door open. No one was in there, but the sliding door that led to a rickety little balcony was open, and I heard a commotion coming from outside. Looking out into the courtyard below, I saw Wolf down there with the super and our old boss. The dude was screaming in her grasp, with his arm torn off and laying on the ground next to them.

The tall guy roared at her, and she roared back and I… understood it.

Not that you’d need to -er- speak the language to know that they were both pissed. He was calling her a mistake and demanding that she stop this attack and submit so he could “correct” it.

“I didn’t want to do this, Ritter, but you forced my hand!” she responded. “All you had to do was leave Fell alone, but you wouldn’t and then you tried to take her after your little pissants weaponized me against her, yet again!” She was clearly thinking about Osprey. “Pull a stunt like this one more time and I will burn your “family” to the ground!”     

With that she ripped off the super’s head and flung it at him.

He swatted it away before slamming his tentacles into the ground in rage. I’ve never seen Wolf so angry at him and I’m not going to lie, I was enjoying it. It felt good to see her finally get mad at him, considering all the shit he’s done. Unfortunately, that’s when a certain someone decided to stick his beak into the confrontation.

Wolf’s body jerked as the Plague Doctor hit her hard with a load of infections. She let out a choking cough as she staggered forward a few steps. I thought she was going to fall over, but thankfully she stayed upright. Our old boss wasn’t about to let her go or be taken, however. He tried to impale her with his tentacles but was pushed back as the Plague Doctor refused to give her up. I was about to jump into our world so I could pull her out of there, but she managed to open a doorway herself. With her gone, they seemed to realize that I was watching, as they both looked up toward me. Suddenly Wolf’s hand was on my shoulder, hauling me back to our world. It’s not like she needed to though, as I wasn’t planning to stick around for them to fight over, or for the cops whose sirens I could hear in the distance.

Turning to face her, I realized how bad her condition was. Blood and mucus were oozing out of her nose, and she wheezed horribly like she couldn’t breathe. Her lips were a dark blue, while her eyes were red, swollen and crusty. Looking at her hands, I saw that her fingers had turned black, like they were decaying. She took a few shaky steps away from me before collapsing. Rolling onto her side, she started spasming before a flood of vomit burst out of her stomach maw. Worried, I asked if she was okay.

“Just… give me a minute…” she muttered. Pushing herself up onto her hands and knees she started heaving again. “There… I’m alright now.” When she looked up at me, her face was back to normal. Looking at her hands, I saw that they were also healed.  

Seeing that she was fine, I started to realize how woozy and cold I felt. I think using the belly fire as much as I had was taking a toll on me. I lay down on the ground, exhausted. It was Wolf’s turn to worry, but I told her not to, before asking what happened. Apparently, while she was dealing with another proxy, the super leaned out of his apartment with a pump action shotgun and fired. She managed to pull the proxy in front of her so that he took the brunt of the blast, but she still caught some of it in her arm and side. While he racked up another shot, she sent out a tentacle, knocking the gun back, sending the next shot into the ceiling before wrenching the weapon out of his hands. With him disarmed, she sprung towards him. He jumped back into his apartment, slamming the door as if that would stop her. She burst in to find him going for a handgun that was on his coffee table. With a roar, she rushed him, hitting him as he was turning to shoot. He landed hard on the floor, the impact leaving him dazed. Grabbing his wrist in her elongated hand, she broke it, then tossed away his gun. With him disarmed again she stood, dragging him up by his shirt before pinning him to the wall. It was then that she signaled to me, intending to make him listen to the others scream, but that plan changed when she noticed the tall guy outside. Stepping out through the sliding door, she took the super and leapt down to meet him, and well, you know the rest.   

I guess that’s everything. This was fun, aside from the Plague Doctor interfering. Hopefully this will be a lesson to anyone thinking about dressing up as Wolf or otherwise using her against Fell.

Oh! Speaking of dressing up, I guess I should finish this by wishing you all a Happy Halloween.

Saturday, September 30, 2023

Can't even shit in peace

There I was, in a public bathroom, regretting the shitty takeout I had earlier, when I heard someone come in. They slowly walked past the other stalls until they reached mine. Looking down, I saw their shadow move under the door as they turned towards it.

“I know you’re in there, Fell.”

God fucking damn it.

“I’ve come here on behalf of the faceless one to make an offer,” the freak continued “something that will make all our lives easier.”

“Are you fucking serious? I’m on the fucking toilet!” I snapped “Besides, after the last ‘offer’ your boss made, I’d hate to see what it’s going to be this time!”

“Well, you haven’t given me much choice,” she responded. “You don’t leave your car very often these days and I didn’t want you to just drive off the second I tried to talk to you. Now that you know I’m here, I’ll let you finish up, and we’ll have our discussion once you come out.”

“Fucking wonderful” I muttered.

She stepped away from the stall but didn’t leave the room.

Once I was done, I slowly opened the stall door. I had my knife out of its sheath, expecting to be attacked, but she just stood there between me and the exit.

She looked like a normal person, apart from a cut on her lip and a coat that was way too heavy for the muggy weather. She kept her hands stuffed in its pockets.

“Aren’t you going to wash your hands?” she said with a smirk. “I’m not going to do anything unless you give me reason to.”

“Not with your creepy ass here,” I replied. “Now, what the fuck do you want?”

“Gross” said the fucker who had just been standing there, listening to me shit for several minutes. “Anyway, like I said, I have a proposition for you. Attempting to bring you back into the fold via your hunger didn’t work, to put it mildly-”

“No fucking shit” I snapped.

“…So another approach is necessary” she continued. “You want to kill the Wolf, right? We do too. Our goal is the same, so why waste our time and resources fighting each other? If you come with me, come back to the family, even just temporarily, we could give you a stable, safe place to stay. You wouldn’t have to keep looking over your shoulder or endlessly, aimlessly driving while exhausting yourself more and more each day. You could fully focus on your preparations and thus be able to face the Wolf in the best possible condition.”

I laughed in fucking disbelief at the shit I was hearing. After everything the Tailor put me through, NOW he wanted to fucking negotiate.

“Your boss is the one who ordered the Wolf to torture me until I fucking broke and you think I’m going to trust anything you’re offering?! Fuck off! If I go with you, I’ll either be taken as a hostage to make the Wolf give up, or he’ll kill me as soon as I kill her. Fuck him and fuck you too!”

Her expression darkened, but her smirk remained.

“I understand, however, I think there’s something you should take into consideration” she said. “If you come with me willingly, you’ll be given what has been promised. If you don’t, I will have to take you back as a pri-”

I didn’t let her finish, hoping to catch her ass off guard. I slashed at her with my knife, but she dodged and fucking disappeared, only to reappear next to me.

I had to duck out of the way of an expandable baton. Then I had to do it again and again as she kept disappearing and reappearing.

Finally, I caught a break. After avoiding another swing, I was able to drive my knife into her side while her arm was across her body. She screamed and tried to pull away, but I locked my free arm around the back of her neck to keep her in place. She managed to tear herself away from me, but I hooked her leg with my foot, knocking her off balance. The second she hit the ground, I moved in and stomped on her head, knocking her ass out. I wanted to keep stomping on her so bad, but I forced myself to stop. Instead, I took her baton and tucked it into my hoodie’s pocket, then headed out the door.

Of course, shit couldn’t be that easy though. Leaving the bathroom, I saw someone standing between me and my car. I fucking froze at the sight of a stitched face under a red hood. The last nightmare I had flashed through my mind as I stood there.

“Come home, Fell.”

I realized then that I wasn’t looking at a face, but a stitched mask. This was a shithead proxy dressed up like the Wolf.

Suddenly, a rope was thrown over my head and pulled tight around my throat. Apparently, the fucker in the bathroom had been playing possum only to take advantage of my shock.

“It doesn’t have to be like this” she hissed in my ear as she strangled me “We can give you the strength you need to face her.”

“Come home, Fell,” the fake Wolf said again, closing the distance between us. “Come home.”

She was obviously trying to fuck with my head to make me give up, but it had the opposite effect, causing me to snap. Twisting my body, I slammed my knife into the bathroom bitch’s stomach. She gasped and loosened her grip enough for me to get free, tearing the knife back out of her.

I felt something sharp dig into me. The fake Wolf had tried to stab me while my attention was on her friend. It would have been worse, but the knife glanced off my tomahawk, which I had strapped to my back and hidden under my hoodie. Pulling it out while I turned, I caught the fake Wolf with the spike. She cried out in pain as I used it to spin her ass around before chopping into her back. She screamed and lurched forward, pulling herself off the blade. She tried to turn herself back around, but I hit her again before she could do anything else. She collapsed to the ground. I could have left her like that and ran for the car, but I didn’t. Instead, I brought the tomahawk down on her again and again. By the time I was done, her head was a gory mess of brain and skull fragments.

I stood there, covered in blood and shaking as I looked back and forth between what was left of the fake Wolf and the other proxy. Both were dead. My streak was broken. The hunger had been fed.

That’s when I noticed the Tailor, standing under the light of a streetlamp, watching me.  

“FUCK YOU” I screamed, pissed that he and his followers had forced me to lose control like that and get even more blood on my hands. Having enough of this shit, I stomped towards his skinny ass. I knew I couldn’t do diddlydick to him, but I was tired and angry and frustrated enough to try anyway. I only made it a few steps before he disappeared, only to reappear right in front of me.

The next thing I knew, I was knocked flat on my ass. I tried to scramble back as he reached one of his spindly hands towards me. In desperation, I swung my tomahawk at his arm, only for a tentacle to catch it. I guess he was through fucking around and had decided to capture or kill me himself. Before he could, a loud crack rang out, causing him to stop. He stood back up, letting my tomahawk go in the process. I rolled over and got to my feet, almost falling over again from the sudden wave of feverish dizziness I felt. That’s when a beak came out of the shadows, and I saw what had stopped the Tailor.

The fucking Plague Doctor.

The Tailor gave out an ear-splitting roar at the interruption, while the disease bird let out a screech of his own. The noise along with the sudden pressure coming off them made the dizziness a lot worse. In desperation, I bolted towards my car. My ears ringing, and my head spinning, I managed to start the engine before flooring it out of there. Thankfully, they were too busy with their supernatural dick waving to stop me. Not that I got away completely unharmed since I now have a fucking flu along with some gross fucking blisters that I didn’t before.     

I guess I should have expected the disease bird to swoop in at some point. He wants the Wolf, so it makes sense that he’d come after my ass to use as fucking bait or some shit.

Great. This is all I fucking need.