I’m back

Not doing so well, but still alive

Carmine is not doing so well either but he is about to get worse

Probably should wait on writing this but I can’t. My rage; my hate will not allow me to. I need to purge some of this or it will consume me… I have a lot to tell so I’ll post it in parts as I get it written.

We had found another of the targets; another bit of Carmine’s mess to be cleaned up.

As had become the custom, I went with Carmine to ensure that the job was done right. The man was apparently hiding out with a friend. It should have been simple- kill them and get out. Unfortunately, Carmine had plans of his own.

We were in the guest room. Carmine had just snapped the target’s neck. I was standing close to the door, keeping an ear for any noise that would indicate the target’s friend was awake, while keeping an eye on Carmine. This job complete, he moved towards me like he would pass by and head through the door but at the last minute he tried to strike me. I had anticipated that he might try something stupid, so I was ready for him.  I knocked his arm aside and slashed at him with my knife. He tried to dodge, resulting in a cut on his face.

“Bitch!”  he snarled as he continued his attack. He was able to slip past my defenses and land several swift punches before I was able to counter it and strike back. I was about to cut him again when I heard a loud pop and my leg burned and buckled.

A quick glance let me see the panicked face of the man who shot me- the target’s friend, still fumbling with his hand gun and about to fire on us again

Carmine seized the opportunity to grab me and teleport us out of there. He drove his knee into my gut before allowing me to fall to the concrete floor of the dimly lit basement we were now in. A series of kicks took my breath and the knife.  He then straddled me, pinning one of my arms under his knee. He produced a syringe from his pocket and removed the cover. Despite my struggling, he pinned my other arm and stuck it with the needle. Casting the needle aside, he grabbed my mask and pulled it off. I struggled to free my arms but whatever he had injected me with was taking effect. My remaining strength slipped away and everything went black.

Where are you?

Wolf, you should have been back by now

Three more

of the targets have been found and killed, thus far. I accompanied Carmine to each to ensure that the job was done without the involvement of everyone else in the area. I could sense his displeasure at being so supervised but he is a fool if he thought I’d let him go alone after that stunt he pulled. Regardless, everything has proceeded in a relatively straightforward manner aside from one incident.

Two of the three targets were men and one was a woman. Carmine killed the men without too much fuss, but when we went after the woman he became more agitated... He killed her, regardless, but still…

This has added to a growing suspicion….

I hope I am wrong

Displeased

It was supposed to be straightforward. We had our targets, we had a plan and we were all supposed to go in together

But no, no, apparently that would have been too goddamn easy and made too much sense for Carmine. He decided to go after them on his own.

He set the building they were staying in on fire with all of them still alive inside. When they fled, they scattered. He was only able to kill two- TWO out of the NINE targets. He apparently shot one of them, and had to take the other elsewhere to finish her off as the whole damn neighbourhood was alerted by the screaming and burning. All he had to say for himself was it was more fun this way, as he could pick them off one by one- especially since it brought some excitement to this dull little province so I was CLEARLY just overreacting. He continued to dig his own grave by teasing me; saying that since I was being so open about everything to everyone on the blog, he figured that subtlety wasn't that important. 

He looked so surprised when I hit him. I told him that he was lucky that he didn't get himself killed; that this was not how we do things here; that while he is under my command he would follow my lead in carrying out Ritter’s orders. His face twisted in rage for a moment before reverting to his original calm state. He agreed, apologized, promised to clean up his mess and then left.    

For The Wolf

Seeing all the fucking artsy talk going on here, I decided to make this

I can’t draw for shit so I made it in Paint.

I hope you like it Wolf. It’s supposed to be you as a wolf napping after eating some poor fucker. I tried to make it look like one of your dolls.  

I love you <3

Uh anyway, the rest of you probably want something different so here’s some fucking music for you cock gerbils