Week One

It was an okay week. I cannot actually believe that I had to teach someone older than me to steal. It really is sad.

So many monsters to learn about, so little time. Yes, I am aware of these creatures you people call the Fears. Truthfully, I have been knowing about some of them. Especially when it comes to the Empty City, and the Choir, which is because of Proxiehunter. I knew about the City because of some blog that I have read. I really need to catch up on that blog. I also knew of the Smiling Man because of an other blog.

I never really mentioned it because I didn't pay much attention to it. Hello, I was too busy surriving.

Nate has met with the Cold Boy before, or as he likes to call it, "That creepy kid that sings nursery rhymes." An overly long line I must confess, but it did make me giggle.

He also seems to have some problems with the City. Why has it chosen him as its victim? There are plenty of other people out there.

Kobalos on the other hand also has some problems with two other creatures.

There's the Rake. He confided in me and told me about it. He told me how the Rake used to haunt him when he was a child. It apparently killed off a couple of people, including his counselor, but it spared him. Again I ask, "Why?" It must have had some reason to spare him.

Then there's the Blind Man or "Gramps". There's not much to say about that guy. He just makes you forget. If you ask me, I think that's a crummy power.Well, I used to think that. It has the power to make people forget about you. Worse yet, it makes you forget you, and maybe you'll notice, maybe you won't. I can't decide what's worse.

Why is he staying with his kidnapper? It seems like a case of Stockholm Syndrom to me.

Where does he go when he goes out for his walks? I think it's a little bit suscpicious.

He also has a hard time talking to me without stumbling over his words or blushing.

I need to go to bed right now.

This is my post for the week. Woo.

Goodnight.

An Interesting Event.

The masked goon has approached me again.

I was sitting on the hard concrete sidewalk, with my back up against the store wall. I had noticed a presence but had said nothing. I waited for the person to announce themself. I waited and waited, until that person finally managed to get out a mumbled hello.

He sat right beside me. I pushed myself up. He got up as well.

"What do you want?" I asked. I admit, I was kind of harsh. I blame my period.

"I'm Kobalos and you, um, kicked me in the shin," he said softly.

It was then that I knew I had to get away from him. I turned around to run, but he grabbed a hold of my wrist.

"Please," he pleaded, "don't leave. I don't want to hurt you."

I clawed at his arm. He winced in pain, but still would not let me go.

"Let me go," I screamed at him, hoping one of the people walking on the streets would care to notice. Ha, what a useless thing to hope. Of course they don't care about a filthy street-rat.

"Please, just listen," his voice was strained.

"Why should I?"

"We're alike," his posture was hunched. He looked at me with unsure eyes.

"How the hell are we alike?" I snapped. How the hell can I be like one of those people?

"We both deal with those creatures."

"Yeah, I run and you chase. Although, I never heard of a goon quite as young as you," I told him.

"I'm not a proxy," he said.

"Then why were you following me and wearing a mask?"

"I'm very eccentric and I was concerned for your safety. You can join us if you want. I mean, it's probably best if you do. We can help you, and there's safety in numbers." He then muttered to himself, "The masked looked cool."

"Fine, I'll join you. But, if I find out that you were lying to me, you will regret it. Am I clear?" The look on his face was priceless.

He led me to his base, not bothering to make a conversation. His face was downcast. He held my wrist tightly in his hands, afraid to let go.

I kicked some soda cans to entertain myself.

The people passing by gave us two a glance but turned their heads away and went on with their exsistance.

At last, he led me to a motel room. He got out a key and unlocked the door.

"Nate, I brought someone with me," he called out.

A unshaven man came out of the bathroom. I hoped he washed his hands.

"I'm Nate," he said bluntly.

"I know that already," I replied in the same tone as him. He smirked for a bit but then went back to his normal neutral expression.

"You can sleep on the floor, or if Kobalos is generous, you can sleep on his bed," he told me.

I then talked to Nate. Our conversation consisted of meaningless things, so I won't bother putting them on here.  Kobalos turned on the tele to watch some movies on AMC.

These people don't seem that bad. I might enjoy my stay here.

Goons

Someone has found me. A masked goon that is. He was different from those previous goons. He was also a bit on the short side.

I did not want to risk being captured, so I kicked the masked goon in the shins. He fell hard onto the ground, holding his injured shins in his hands.

Are all masked goons so easily beaten? Please tell me they're not.

I walked away from the masked goon. He was incapacitated, so I needn't worry.

Safe

Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Other than Him being around children in the park, things have been pretty good. Although, I doubt things will be good for those children in the near future. I mean they just met what others call the Slender Man. This is probably not the last time they are going to meet Him.

Oh, about that. He just stood there, right near the children as they played around him, and then he just disappeared. He was there one second and the next gone. Not even a poof. Some of the children looked bewildered but they continued with their play. Afterward, the parents came to pick up the children.

The Return of the Faceless Imitator

I can see Him. Why? Why on Earth would He be surrounding himself with school aged children in the middle of some park? Oh, He's the creature that represents parents' fear of some stranger taking their children away, never to be seen again. That's a lie. The never to be seen again part I mean. Sometimes, the children are found way up in the trees. In body bags. Sometimes, they're not in body bags. Either way, the child is dead. With their organs strewn upon the ground. Just like the organs of that house, and the dog inside the woman's st must not think about that.

I must keep watch on the children. I must make sure that nothing bad happens.

If anything happens, I will post it.

Remnicence

How long have I been living on this street? I'd say a couple of months. I lost track of time while out here on the streets. It's so cold out here. Wretched winter weather. I have always wanted to say that. Winter was never my favorite season. It's too cold. With autumn, I could at least tolerate the temperature. With winter I cannot. I really cannot wait until spring. It used to be summer in which I was excited about but since I no longer go to school, I no longer have to wait until summer to get out.

I remember this one summer vacation. My parents took my younger sister and I to Disneyland. It was wonderful. I must have been ten when we went there. Magical.

Enough of that. I have to keep moving. It's unwise, unsafe to stay in one place for too long. I can see that damn goon looking at me from the distance. I'm pretty sure that he is the same one from before. The clothes seem familiar. I must now leave and lose myself in the crowd.

Freaking Goons/Proxies

He's still after me. Didn't he already take what he needed when he first got to me? Please don't tell me he messed up. If so, than that is just sad.

Geez, why must he be so incompetent? I know I should be more thankful but it's just so sad.