Friday, August 26, 2011

I met with him yesterday. I didn't plan on it. I've been much too busy waiting to here back on some things I've set into motion, too busy preparing for the next moves in this game. Kiera's the one who let him in. I'd have gotten upset, but this is her place. She was kind enough to take me in during all of this. The last thing I'd do is make things difficult for her.

Skhisma came back to my room, shut the door, and we spoke... or argued. Whatever.


He shook his head, "Please, I'm not Damien."

"Again with this bullshit?" I said, rolling my eyes, "If you aren't Damien, who are you, then?"

"I'm just his legacy."

"What the hell is that even supposed mean?"

"I'm what's left of Damien's life. I'm here to finish what he started, and then I'm gone," Skhisma looked down at the floor. His voice was quiet. I must have been cutting deep. I pressed the blade further.

"So... how many have you killed now?"

He paused. I noticed his hands. They were shaking. "Fifteen."

"Why? Why kill all these people? I can understand you believe they're part of this cult, but is murder really the best option?"

His hands were perfectly still. Skhisma looked up at me with those dead eyes, a frown upon his lips, "It's the only way. They have complete control of this town. They can do anything they want here, and they get away with it. I'm making sure what happened to Damien never happens to anyone else ever again."

"How many more?"

"Two. Just two."


"Peter," Skhisma interjected, his hands turned to fists now. Having been around Brett, I know what it's like to be around someone filled with malice. Skhisma gave off more with that one word than the MaleOrderMan ever did, even in our confrontations, "His name is Peter. Do not use Rick O'Connor's name as his."

"I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose family," I tried to sound sympathetic. I honestly did. I tried to make it seem like I cared about his life, his problems. He saw right through it.

"Don't lie to me. You aren't sorry, Alex. You don't care about anyone other than yourself."

"I care about Judith," I growled.

"Yes, so you say..." Skhisma watched my reaction. I wanted to smash his face into the wall. I wanted to make him bleed. I wanted to let out all my anger on him. I'm too smart for that, though. He's killed fifteen people. I had no advantages. No point getting into a conflict I couldn't win. "You care about her more than anything else, apparently. Even more than your family, judging by how you reacted to their deaths."

"You're judging me by that post? I spent weeks grieving. I--"

"I told you not to lie to me, Alex. Kiera told me how you spent that time. She says you didn't shed a tear. You hardly even reacted. Your family is killed, and you just keep plotting and thinking you can handle everything. You're broken, Alex. You won't admit it, but all these things that have happened to you have changed you for the worse."

"No. I--"

"You're getting everyone close to you killed. Mary, your family... who else has to die, Alex? Natalie said you contacted her. You brought her back into this. What will you do if she dies? Am I next? Judith?"

I felt myself trembling in rage. I couldn't speak. I couldn't.

"Just like Damien, you're losing everything. Don't become like him, Alex. Don't become like me."

"Get out," I said under my breath, "Get the fuck out."

He gave me one last look with those damned dead eyes, turned, and left. I watched him from my window as he walked off into the night. That's when I saw it. That's when I saw the creature Damien and so many others have written about. It stepped out from under a streetlight, and slowly followed after Skhisma. I watched at it as it moved, lurching gracefully... Until it stopped.

And it turned.
And it looked right at me.
And my head was filled with pain.

I ran to the bathroom. I took as many pain pills as I safely could. I splashed cold water on my face. I saw myself in the mirror.

Why do my eyes look so much like his?


  1. ... You're a fucking idiot.
    Watch your ass.
    Sounds like he's really gotten to you. Don't let the deaths stop bothering you. Trust me, you don't want to see where that road leads.

  2. Based on AmalgamationSage's notes regarding your case, I'd say your an idiot, and Skhisma's right on all counts.

    On the other hand, according to his notes, Peter Sullivan SHOULD be a neurotic, half dead mess of flesh and pain right now.

    Glass Half-Empty, Glass Half-Full?

  3. It's good to see you finally admitting where you've been staying. Your attempts at remaining incognito were so sad so so sad. We've been watwatching all this time. We know you've been you've been with Kiera this whole time. You'll be taken care of when the time is right.

    Damien, if you read this, don't even try try try. The beast will stop you. My followers will stop you. Just turn yourseself back in. Your room is stillll waiting for you.

    Ellen, II don't know what you're talking about. Nothing's happened to me. I'm fine. You and your friend are simply insane mad crazy.

    I don't hear any whispers at night in the dark at night. I don't see children running down my halls. They don't stand at the foot of my bed everynight every night everynight.

    Make it stop. Make it stop.

  4. Don't listen to 'em, kid. You just keep doin' what you're doin'. It'll be something amusing to talk about at the next business meeting.

    Also, Ricky. Fuck you. Stupid cultist bastard.

    Stay frosty, Alex Not-Kralie. I'll be watching.
    Your blog, that is. Don't want you gettin' too paranoid up in there.

  5. I find it so amusing how you two are becoming like me. Dearest Damien will not stop until he's murdered seventeen people for what they did to him. Meanwhile, you are willing to sacrifice anyone and anything in order to try and rid Judith of me. You've both finally come to accept that the bodies of the wicked or useless are a small cost in exchange for success.

    You see, darling Alex, it's not that your eyes are becoming like Damien's.. It's that both yours and his are becoming like mine.

  6. All three of you are such desperate, broken pieces on His board. Pathetic, but not without some trace of hidden promise...

    It's so... refreshing to hear of Him on one of His hunts. But, don't worry, Alex. Father will not hurt you. Not at all. After all, you've been doing so well for Him. Why not let Him help you? He wants to, Alex. Just Let Him In. You'll feel so much better.

    @TheArsonist: Why, hello again. If you're quite done breathing hot air in my direction now, I'd quite like to meet up with you in a dark alley. I'll even bring some drinks.