Sunday, September 28, 2014

Wow it’s been a while since I posted here, huh?

You fuckers are probably just dying to know what’s been happening here. Either that or you just assumed we were dead and moved on.

Well, sorry to disappoint the cunts in the second group but we’re still here.
I’ve been busy trying to make up for the shit I put Hart through, and trying to carry on the Wolf’s work.

I’m trying my best to keep her memory alive

Hart already told you I’ve been knitting just like she taught me

It’s not exactly like hers but I’ve learned that nothing will be

But you’re all probably sick to fucking death of all the sentimental crap, 

so 1. Fuck you and 2. I’ll give you psychotic shitwits something you’ll like and tell you about one of our missions

We had to send a message to this one guy, so we went to his house. Eventually, his boyfriend pulled up to the place and got out of his car with a few grocery bags. When he unlocked the front door, we grabbed him. Hart put a knife to his throat and I told him to shut the fuck up, which he did. Hart forced the guy to open the door and went inside with him. I followed, looking all around the place as I did. I whispered to him to call out to his boyfriend or I would kill both of them. He did as he was told. We heard footsteps upstairs. On the way in, I had looked up the stairs so I was able to teleport there. I timed it right and managed to appear right behind that fucker. Good thing, because the shit was carrying a gun. It didn’t do him much good when I kicked his ass down the stairs. I chased him down and when he landed I jumped on his back, pinning him to the floor. I made sure he stayed down by driving the spike of my tomahawk through his left hand down into the floor. The fucker had dropped his gun on the way down the stairs so I didn’t have to worry about that. He screamed and screamed and got even worse when I got off his back, pulled my own knife and cut his boyfriend open. Hart let him slump to the floor so he could bleed out next to the screamer. Holding the screamer’s head still, I drew an operator symbol on his face in his boyfriend’s blood, then I pulled my tomahawk free, grabbed Hart and took off, leaving them to say their goodbyes to each other.

I tried to do what I thought the Wolf would, while making it my own. Like I said, I’m trying to carry on her work. That’s part of the reason why I’m still sticking with the Tailor. The other reason is that I feel like I can take care of Hart better this way, at least for now.