Jesus motherfucking shit sucking Christ

So now I'm stuck looking at Roy’s stupid fucking ass face.

Yes that fucking Roy, the dick licker who is on a mission to kill the Wolf

The Wolf brought him here to protect him from his giga-cunt whore boss

The Wolf asked me to keep my temper under control and to play nice. I'm trying to, but if he even fucking looks at her the wrong way, he’ll be fucking begging for suffocation after what I do to him.

She looked to be

older than me, but still quite lovely. Fair skin and dark hair, similar to mine. She had just finished shopping at a 24 hour grocery store and was on her way to her car when I saw her.

I followed her quietly. When she opened her car door to put in her groceries, I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the car, leaving her dazed enough for me to bring her and her groceries back home with relative ease. I figured that I shouldn’t let good food go to waste

Fell was eagerly awaiting my return. Tonight’s hunt had to be mine alone, but she made me promise to bring her back something nice so that she could share in the kill. I handed her the bag of groceries. Our guest apparently came out of her daze at that point and took this distraction to swing her elbow back into me, and slip my grasp. She ran. I laughed as she hopelessly ran back down the dead end path from where I had dragged her. I told Fell to put the groceries away and grab some rope, then I casually followed the woman, taking out my knife as I went. I savored her screams as she realized that she could not escape.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, my dear?” I called to her.

“You can’t get out like that and there is no one to help you here”

She stared at me, shaking and looking like she was deciding between trying to run past or fighting me. I stopped and watched her, waiting to see what she would do

“Where are we?”

“Hard to say exactly where, so let’s just call it my home and leave it at that”

“Who are you?”

“My name isn’t important… but if it helps, I’m the one who brought you here”

“W-why did you bring me here?”

“To be my victim”

She looked at the knife

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Oh yes”

“Why? What did I do to you?”

“Nothing to me, love. You were just in the right place at the right time… or not, depending on your perspective”

“You’re crazy”

“Heh… Maybe I am”

I started moving closer to her. She swung at me. I blocked it and struck back, landing a punch and sending her to the ground. She was cut slightly from the knife I had been holding in my hand. She groaned and struggled to get to her feet. It was then that Fell appeared with the rope. I smirked and handed her the knife. The woman was no push over. She was getting ready to fight again. This was good. This was more than I could have hoped for.

She tried punching me again as I approached. I blocked, but she managed to kick my legs, sending causing me to stumble. I admit, I was careless in that I had underestimated her. She clearly had some form of training and her strength surprised me. Thus, she was actually able to land a punch. I repaid her in kind, sending her back down, then ended the fight with a kick of my own.  I forced her on to her stomach and had Fell hand me the rope. Her hands bound, I grabbed one leg and Fell grabbed the other and we went skipping off to the cabin, dragging her behind us.

Once there, she started up again

“Please don’t do this. Please let me go!”

“No”

“Why are you doing this to me? You said I didn’t do anything to you.”

“No, you didn’t, my dear. This isn’t anything personal. I don’t hate you more than anyone else, but I’m hungry and the only thing that will satisfy that hunger is the death of another. As I said, you just happened to be convenient, so why not you?”

“I don’t want to die”

“No one does, but we all have to sooner or later”

“I can pay you-”

“I don’t care about your money”

“I have a family and friends… They’ll come looking for me”

“Ha! They won’t find you”

“Please I have children… I need to go… they need me… I need to go be with them now”  

“Don’t worry, I’m sure one of your friends will care for them… If you’re really worried, maybe I could check up on them for you.”

“No! No please don’t hurt them!”

   

“Alright then, I’ll just stick with you”

“Oh God…”

“No God to help you either”

Fell handed me my knife. From there it was cuts so many sweet little cuts. I lost track of how many I did most of it, though as promised, I let Fell get in on it too.

Hart had been hiding away in his room, most likely trying to ignore everything. I let him sit out the last one, but this time I was not feeling as merciful. I called him out then forced him to cut her just once. He did as he was told and retreated again as soon as I let him. He doesn’t have a taste for blood but I figured he should still get his hands dirty.

The woman whimpered and screamed but begged no more. Eventually she fell silent; nothing but a pretty red pattern. Her death was beautiful, like her. One to match her strength

Roy: thank you again for helping me to choose her. I hope you enjoyed this too.

Things have been

fairly quiet here lately… I often hear runners complaining when things get too quiet and I must say the situation is the same for proxies… Ah well… At least the downtime is giving me some room to have some non-murderous fun with Hart and Fell.

We had a bad movie marathon, where each of us suggested some of the worst movies we could think of. Thus, our playlist included the likes of House by the Cemetery- Hart’s contribution; a movie in which idiots aimlessly drift around, confusedly calling out the names of other idiots- Terror Toons- Fell’s contribution; a movie in which idiots get killed off by a purple gorilla, a mad scientist, and the worlds cheapest clip art cartoon effects- and The Garbage Pail Kids- my contribution; a movie in which a young idiot, is bullied by older idiots but is assisted somehow by a band of horribly deformed idiots.   

Fell actually started imitating Dr. Carnage’s "AAH HA HA!" laugh at one point. This was swiftly silenced by Hart and I starting from our seats and throwing whatever was in easy reaching distance at her. After she had enough, I sat back down next to her and gave her a kiss to let her know she was forgiven. She grinned and cuddled into my side.   

Aside from this, and my now regular knitting sessions with Fell, I set aside time for myself to just draw… While she and Hart were busy playing videogames… or fighting… I took the time to listen to readings of creepypasta while turning things over in my head as I drew. The hunger is back, as always. The wolf is demanding to be fed… But before I indulge it, before I destroy, I wanted to create something. So I drew whatever came to mind.

Here’s one of my friend and yours

One of Fell and I

 

This one is of Strider, with Ritter’s tentacles reaching out to him. I took a bit of artistic license with his coat because I wanted to make a tribute to his tattoos, but I thought that randomly drawing him shirtless might come across as creepy. Guess I drew this because I’ve been reflecting on a recent conversation and trying to figure him out.

Finally, Roy, if you’re reading this, I drew this happy looking fellow just for you. Figured, it might help take your mind off things if you ever need a break; if you’re feeling tired and just can’t help but go to sleep hehehe  

If nothing else, I figure that seeing him represented with my lack of artistic skill and waving away like a fool might help to take the edge off your nightmares and maybe even make you laugh

Getting back to where it all began

Been making dolls again.
Sold some at a local market this weekend. It was amusing and satisfying to hear the mix of "that's horrifying!" and "that's so cute!"
It was also adorable when one teenage girl scooped one of the Ritter dolls up and began cuddling him.

In a similar vein- to my new zealot friends, a little something for you:

The flock

Well, for those of you who bother to look at the comments, you might have noticed that I got a visit from one of the still living members of a certain group of rather religious runners. She was a little upset and highly misinformed but in the end was kind enough to post a link from her blog to mine. Thus, I figured I'd return the favor and do the same

Here it is; Laura's and that priest's blog

Back in Action

Fell has been doing better, so I decided to bring her along to help with the job last night. I figured she could also use some fun after being shut in for so long.

Hart opted to stay at home for this one, and given the fact that this was meant to test Fell’s recovery, I allowed him. As I said before, he is adapting well enough, but he still doesn’t have a taste for blood the way that we do.

The target- we had discovered- was a bit of a barfly, usually spending her Fridays at the clubs with her girlfriend before drunkenly driving home. In the wee hours of the morning, we located her car in a parking garage downtown. This area was fairly close to the bars and is usually the site of drunks making bad decisions. Sure enough, the rather tipsy couple eventually made their way down. The would-be drunk driver had just unlocked the doors when I reached her. Before she knew what was happening, I had her by the hair, and my knife to her throat. Fell busied herself with the runner’s girlfriend, clamping a hand over her mouth and hissing at her to be quiet or they would both be killed; holding the tomahawk across the woman’s body to emphasize the threat. I gave the command for Fell and the woman to get in the backseat of the car. Once they were inside, I had my captive open the trunk and get inside that. I took her keys and slit her throat.

Ritter had wanted her dead, but we were free to do what we liked with the girlfriend, so we had decided- if all went well- to play a little game with her to see if she would live or die. I got in the car and began to drive, ignoring the cries and questions until we were out of the garage and on the move. I then informed the woman of what had happened to her girlfriend. Fell laughed as she screamed and tried to strike and demanded to know why. I obliged with the explanation, though she refused to believe it. I told her that we were going to kill her next. Her screams became sobs and half incoherent pleas for mercy. I said nothing more to her as we drove.

As I said, we had decided to play a game with her. Once I had told the woman that we intended to kill her, Fell had let go. She was not restrained. Fell only had her tomahawk at the ready, which would have been difficult to use in such tight quarters. Could have easily escaped by opening the door and jumping out, but chose not to. She even stopped trying to hit Fell. Finally pulled off the road at the edge of one of the city’s walking trails. Forced her to get out and walk with us for a while. Could have run but she chose not to. She offered no struggle, nor did she scream for help. In fact, aside from some quiet sobs and begging, she barely made a noise. We left the trail, walked into the forest a ways. Finally came to a stop and ordered the woman to kneel. Ritter’s song grew louder as he appeared before us. I hadn’t planned for him to be there but I was pleased that he was. Only now did the woman believe my explanation. Only now, when it was too late, did she scream, and move to fight as Fell raised her tomahawk and brought it down. Ritter’s song carried his pleasure at the bloody spectacle. Fell’s face was alight with her lovely bloodlust grin. Once it was finished we disposed of the bodies and the car.

Hehe that was a fun night.