I thought I was going to die. I really did. I have never fought a person hand-to-hand like that. There was something all wrong about this fight though. Something making my arms and legs feel heavy and uncoordinated. It was very strange. I should have been able to take this crippled soldier, if not easily then at least more effectively than I did. Part of me wonders if HE was there and I just didn't notice?

That aside, I found myself able to stand up and walk a bit on my own today. I found a mirror in the basement and was shocked to see myself in this state...There are 'bandages', bruises and dried blood everywhere. I've got scraps of old t-shirt wrapped around my hand, arms and head. I look like an absolute wreck at the moment. And, I hate to say it, but I really need a shower. But since Hawk burned the house down, guess what we don't have? Oh well. The garden hose will have to do.

I think what he did was genius, personally. I admire the way he thinks under pressure. You're almost as good as me, Hawk. :) My one hope is that he burned that bastard, and maybe his friends too.

It feels as if someone has dropped an anvil on my head, but I am awake now, for the time being anyway.
  I found Hawk. We found a way around the filter. You aren't very clever if you didn't see through that one. It was a last act of desperation, and I thought a feeble one at that. But it doesn't matter. You failed, you miserable bastard. I hope you enjoy the knife in the leg. It's only a taste of what you deserve. Pity I couldn't have stabbed the other leg though-Maybe then you'd need a wheelchair.

Daughter of the Night

No longer will I go by that 'title'. It is an old thing from an old life. I am no longer the hunter that hunts for the fun of causing others harm. That is entirely too close to what the Faceless does. I am now the hunted. I will use what I do to survive and to try to protect others from Him if I am called to do so. I am also reminded that this situation I am now in...I could have prevented it. There were warning signs, I had plenty of chances. Now it is too late. Now all that is left is to make the best of it.

As far as making the best of it goes. This morning when I awoke and saw the Faceless, I threw a knife at his head. Yes. I know that it will do no damage to Him. It might amuse Him, or it might make him angry. Who knows. But I had do do something besides sit here and be afraid. And it just so happened that I had an extra knife nearby. I rather like the idea of pranks and jokes and the like..Maybe this will become a more common occurrence.



I'm going to fight you, Faceless bastard.

Missing Time

I don't remember yesterday. I've tried. It seems like I (finally, may I add) fell asleep, and I woke up at the hour I usually do. Nothing was out of the ordinary until I went to find a place where I could check blogs and the like. I looked at the date, and it said '01 July'. That doesn't make any sense. The last time I looked at the date, which was YESTERDAY, it said '29 June'. I have no recollection of anything I did on the 30th. I did some research and pieced together a few things, which all seem like fairly normal everyday activities. There are two wide gaps, however, where there is no evidence whatsoever of what sort of things I may have done.

I'm hoping I'm just sleep deprived from seeing entirely too much of Him.



Speaking of Him. There He is again.



Leave me alone you faceless bastard.