Healing

The Wolf has been giving me so much attention. She has cooked so many yummy things for me. I got plenty of my favorite snack food here too. She makes sure I’m warm and comfortable. She tells me stories to pass the time like the one of Cinderella and how her stepsisters cut their feet to force them into that fucking slipper or the one about the guy who has death as a godfather. My favorite is when she tells me about Little Red Riding Hood because that’s her story and there’s a light in her eyes when she tells it and it’s never the same.  She has helped me clean myself up when I need it. She was so gentle n she sang softly to me. Hehe she’s not the best singre but I like it. It’s a fuckload better than the Tailor’s singing. It reminds me of when she brought me here first and worked so hard to save me from my old life. The Wolf has done so much for me and I feel like for once I was really able to serve my purpose and help her. I’m so happy  

stikl kicjkuinbg fucjkers

Im still aloive  hrts like fiuking hell but teh wolf is taking care of me
hahahah Wolfie si back so ist good
M borec as shti  lying in tis bed tho. sp i thught id talk to ya;;

O nd Tjaonk u Raggzy for worring aboujty ne sweetie 

Had a special job.

There was a group of eight runners that were on their way to the island and we had to take them out

They had stopped at a hotel in Nova Scotia.

Had Hart find out what room they were in

The room had a balcony. Hotel advertising gave me a good picture to work with. We appeared on a secluded street a little ways from the building before we made our way over there. From the street I could see that there was someone out on the balcony. Figured he was standing guard. We ducked into a nearby alley, pulled on our masks- or bandana in Hart’s case, then teleported up there. Surprised the guy. He had a shotgun, but my knife found him before he could raise it.

Slipped into the room. Another guy with a shotgun was trained on the room door, facing away from the window. Quietly sneaked up behind him and cut his throat.

Fell crept over to where the other runners were sleeping. There were two beds and a cot. Three slept in one bed, two in the other and one in the cot. Fell swung her axe and opened the head of the one in the cot. At the same time, Hart had moved over to the bed with two people in it and, using a knife that he had borrowed from me, he brought it down on one of the runners. While it is to his credit that he killed without hesitation, his strike allowed the victim to cry out before dying. This woke the others up. While Hart was pulling the knife free from his victim, the other occupant of the bed rolled out of it, reached under the bed and pulled out a crowbar. He attacked Hart, who backed up to avoid it

As soon as she had killed the one in the cot, Fell ran to the side of the bed with three in it as another was drawing a handgun from under his pillow. Her axe sank into his arm then was pulled free and buried in his head. The remaining two occupants had leapt from the bed; one wielding a knife and trying to defend the other. Her efforts were in vain against me as I dodged her swings and drove my knife between her ribs

The runner with the crowbar ran for it. Hart followed. Fell followed him while I was still occupied with killing the woman.

I looked up from my work, knowing that Ritter was in the room. The boy that the woman was trying to protect had huddled against the wall, his face twisted into a silent scream. Made sure that he would remain silent.

Only realized then that Fell, Hart and the runner were gone  

  

I ran out of the room. There was a bit of blood on thefloor that told me their direction which I followed. Led to a stairwell.

When I got there I saw the bloody corpse of the runner. Looking over the rail I saw Hart as he was just reaching Fell. She had been knocked over the rail and had landed on the steps below. I ran down to join them.

Up until that point, my mind had been drowned with murder, with Ritter’s will, His song. But in that moment I broke free from his hold, from my despair. I felt like I had been submerged in water and was only now able to break the surface and take a breath. And I fought for more.         

His song carried the suggestion that if she died, he would make a puppet out of her body, so that she would continue on even in death. For the first time ever, I was able to push the song almost completely out of my mind; driven by a desire to saveher because she deserved so much better, because I care for her and because I could not save my Sunshine and I could not bear that sort of loss, that sort of failure to happen again and for her to be made a puppet on top of that as a reminder.

I brought us all back to the Island. Hart said he knew of a doctor that didn’t ask too many questions, so we paid him a visit. The next few hours were a blur I remember hearing the words “internal bleeding” and “broken arm and ribs”

His song came crashing back in waves but I’vemanaged to keep coming back to the surface, to stay afloat.

We’re home now

I’m typing this as I lay beside her in bed. I intended to stay in a chair by her side for fear of hurting her, but this is where she said she wanted me to be.

Fell

Our mission went wrong. 

Fell  109 121 32 70 101 108 108 was hurt 

We brought her to a doctor. He’s done all he can.  

77 121 32 102 97 117 108 116 

110 101 101 100  

78 101 101 100 

NEED. 

She needs me now. I need her too

Merry Christmas, I don’t want to fight tonight

I made some Xmas decorations. They weren’t anything fancy, just some popcorn garland and paper chains but it was nice and festive. I got Hart to help put them up earlier. He even started to lighten up a bit while we decorated. The Wolf just went about her business, cleaning and sharpening one of her knives. When we were done, I pulled her away from her work. I asked if she liked the decorations. She said she didn’t see the point of it.

I fucking lost it. I just felt so frustrated, I couldn’t stop myself. I hit her again and again. I told her that she was a fucking hypocrite, that she was pathetic. I called her every name in the book and even invented a few new ones. I told her that I hated what she had become, that I was tired, that I needed her back and that I loved her.   

She took every hit, just staring at me with those fucking dead eyes until I stopped. Her expression didn’t change except for one tear that rolled down her cheek. Then she turned away and went right back to her work

I’m stuck and I don’t know what the fuck else to do

Anyway, Merry Xmas and Happy New year ya shit fucking bitch hamsters 

Initiation

Deer boy finally got his hands dirty last night.

See, the Wolf told me that there’s this runner we were supposed to put some fear into and the best way to do that while popping Hart’s murder cherry, would be by killing someone close to her. This little bitch still lived with her daddy, so we slipped in while she was out and took out the old man. It wasn’t hard especially since the stupid shit left the back door unlocked. We got in and surprised the old fuck. The Wolf punched him, knocking him out cold. She stretched him out on his back and knelt on his arms, then told me to take a leg. He woke up pretty quick when the spike of my tomahawk went into his left leg. The fucker tried to scream but the Wolf had her hand over his mouth. She told him to shut up and stop struggling or we’d kill his daughter. That settled him down.

Then it was Hart’s turn. The pussy had turned away, not wanting to see what we were doing. I grabbed him and pulled him over. The Wolf took her hand off the old man’s mouth and handed Hart one of her knives. She told him to kill the old bastard, then told me to kill Hart if he didn’t. The cheap ass bandana that Hart had pulled over the lower half of his face did fuck all to hide how scared he was as he took the knife in his shaking hands, looking from the man, to the Wolf, to me. I thought he was going to piss himself when the old man started talking, asking why we were doing this and quietly begging for mercy, more for his daughter than for himself.       

Finally, Hart knelt by the old man’s side. He apologized, screwed his eyes shut and stabbed down. He stabbed the old man again and again until he finally died. Then he looked up from his work. His eyes were glazed and full of tears. The Wolf seemed not to notice or care as she took back the knife and ordered me to take the old fuck’s head off. We stuffed his body in a closet and left his head on the daughter’s bed with an operator symbol drawn in his blood.

Hart’s been quiet since then. He’s just been sitting in his room shaking and staring at the walls. When we got back I had to help him wash the blood off his hands and the bit of his face that his bandana left exposed. I keep telling him that he did fine and that it’ll get easier. Hopefully his shock will wear off soon. The Wolf hasn’t been much help. She just slapped him and told him that this was how it had to be, that he didn’t even know the old guy or his daughter and that he had best get over it.  

Anyway, I think I’m going to try to make some Xmas decorations. Maybe that will help. I don’t know. I gotta fucking try something, I guess

Posting with my own account now bitches!

Hey, my frosty little fucksicles

It’s your favorite hateful misanthrope here to give you all a little update since I’m sure you’re all just dying to know

Hart is still alive, tho messed up. We’ve started sparring with him to get him ready for the initiation that the Wolf has planned. Deer boy is decent but not a match for either of us.

That pussy is going to have to change his fucking attitude if he wants to keep living. Every now and then he’d say he didn’t want to kill anyone and how he was just a tracker and the Wolf answered him by beating the shit out of him.

Stupid fuck. He’s with the wrong crowd if he wanted to avoid killing. Besides, if we go easy on him now what will he do if he ever gets stuck in a situation where it’s kill or be killed? I think it’s better if he’s ready to get his hands dirty.

As for the Wolf, she’s the same as she was the last time you heard from me. All she talks about is serving the Tailor. I‘m still trying to find a way to bring her back and I won’t give up. I know that she’s still in there somewhere. Aside from the hidden coded pieces in her posts, she wouldn’t have been able to make the joke that is Hart’s name if she wasn’t. My purpose is to serve her. I won’t let her down.