Footsteps in the halls

Someone finally remembered I was alive..
I tried very hard to be mean and uncooperative. The conversation didn't last long of course, and then I blacked out for what seemed like a long time.
The interviewer came back, asked the same questions, pressed a little harder. I felt violently ill, but I managed to hold my ground. Blacked out again. Shorter this time.
And repeat process, with a little more force.
And again.
and again
again


again


UGH. Just go away. I hear footsteps in the hall, it must be them again. I feel my resistance slipping away

slowly.. I am stronger than this. I must be. Who are you standing out there? I can feel you laughing! Come in here, show me what you've got!


I must have said that out loud. I didn't mean to. I woke up covered in blood and bruises. Not sure whose blood. I don't have that many cuts. Just bruises. Lots of bruises. I hope that asshole learned his lesson. Dont mess with me. I'm Eternity. I'm the Daughter of the Night I am strong not weak i will run escape kill


I'm losing it aren't I? I can hear laughter in the halls, or is it in my head? Can't tell the difference anymore.

More footsteps. Hypnos? That's the first time I've seen him since I got here. Still the same, same limp, same cane, same scars... He looks worn. Not so cocky any more. He says my boyfriend and I are giving him issues, says we need to re-think our position. He left, no chance for me to respond.


Blackout.

Three Months Later

I'm alive. I think I'm alive.

God damnit that hurt.

My head just doesn't feel the same anymore. I had a surprise run-in with one of Hypnos' guys. The airport guy, with the tattoos. I didn't know it was the same person. He knew all along. He was supposed to be my partner for a California mission. I should have known it was too good to be the truth...We were going to deliver a package of information to Hypnos regarding "Situation B."

And then, I saw him. Hawk. For a brief moment there he was, sitting in a chair drinking a cup of coffee...And then the world went dark. I heard Hawk scream, I heard laughter, I heard the man with the tattoos mocking me. Silly little girl, he says, did you really think you could pretend to be one of us? We were watching you all along. You played your part so well. Sleep now, helpless child.

Helpless child. That's what I feel like. This brick room is so dark and so cold. It doesn't even have bars, just a rickety door. I can open it, but my head starts screaming when I do. I don't know what happened to me when I was asleep. I don't even know what day it is. No one has come in yet, that I know of anyway. The footsteps don't even stop when they pass by..no pauses, nothing. It's like they forgot about me. At least I don't see Him anymore. You know, the Faceless bastard that this whole thing started over.

I hate Him for all of this. I wish I was still my old, ruthless, fucked-up, coldhearted self sometimes.

I knew they'd fuck it up eventually.

Idiots. I knew if we waited long enough, we'd hear something. Hawk's being held in California. Somewhere near his old house. That's a bit, no scratch that. A LOT fucked up. His latest post concerns me. So I'm ditching. Skan too, I think. I say I think because...I don't know what's gone on with her recently. She's not all here, if that makes sense. And I'm not honestly sure if she knows what sleep is anymore.

Says she saw the Rake prowling around outside yesterday. One of the other guys here saw it too, I guess. Flipped out about it and ran off...Haven't seen him since. He's been replaced, though, by a guy who claims to be some sort of airplane cargo worker. Dude's got Egyptian style tattoos running up and down his arms and half his face. Weirdo. Anyway.

I'm leaving in two days. Sorry this is so abrupt. I'm too preoccupied with plans to be worried about a blog anyway.

We're back.

So, I know, we haven't posted in a while. That's because things have gone horribly, horribly off track. We've been stuck here in Vegas. A two day job has turned into an operation of mass proportions. And neither Skan or I have had a moment to ourselves in over a month.
 To start it off, we got separated for weeks without warning. Woke me up at 3am and told me that I was being pulled off of the Vegas operation to do some off the wall thing in Nebraska of all places. Something with a farmer. I ended up finding the guy holed up in a shack in the middle of a corn field. I really didn't want to tell the bosses, but...I don't know. I felt like I had to. Hawk. I have to save him, this is all to save him.. I don't know what they did. I was on a plane the next day...moved around a lot. Saw a lot of things that...I don't want to talk about it right now. I made it back to Vegas, thankfully. And was 'granted' the 'right' to have Skan as my 'partner'.
And to top it all off...We haven't been allowed ANY time. Up until now, tonight. We've been here in Vegas, working...Doing...Things. For the other side. For HIM. Skan says that we can't think of it like that, but it's true isn't it?? These guys here, they work for him, some willingly and others not. But they do it. And if we're doing it for them, aren't we just doing it for Him? No. No, I can;t think that way. It's too much...
We're guarding our 'base of operations' now. First time they've let us have a moment quiet, to ourselves. I found an old iPhone in one of...I found an iPhone while working, and I'm going to use it to post and then destroy it.
I don't know how we're going to get out of here. We seem to be soundly stuck. Nowhere to go, no chance to run. But I can't run. I have to know..I have to find him.

Skan's poking me with a stick. Guess it's my turn to walk the rooms.

Vegas, anybody?

I have to be quick about this. Skan and I may not post for a while, but I'll get you the full story just as soon as I can.
First we visited the airport, which was very nearly a disaster. And then thanks to Skan's quick thinking and hidden knives, we found a proxy hideout. Our disguises worked, but now we're being sent to Las Vegas on some kind of mission. And this mission is not Hawk. I did find out that their next destination is California. They're boarding tomorrow. I'm going to do something stupid to say goodbye tonight, so Skan will let you know if I die. She tried talking me out of it, but, there's no hope, no use. I WILL let him know we're still here...
Okay, got to go. We're still alive, still kicking, and surrounded by the enemy. Wish us luck.

Yeah, I...

She's not a proxy, the girl I saw in the leg forest and the apartments. I found her YouTube channel by accident, whilst viewing uploads of my own. I'm kind of afraid for her, actually. I know someone's in that building, and I know they don't have good intentions. And I know there's a reason why she woke up 5 blocks from there in the middle of the night. I don't know if she knows, and I'm certainly not going to be the one to bring the knowledge crashing down too soon. All I can hope is that she takes heed from our little misunderstanding and watches her back a bit more carefully.

On to other things...Skan and I may have had a breakthrough. I'll let her tell you about it later.

Last Night

Last night, I went to the building mentioned at the bottom of the note. I waited for someone to open a door and slipped in behind them..for living in such a dangerous place, people really don't pay much attention. Anyway, I entered in the parking garage, and...it was the creepiest shit I have ever seen in a building. This place was made for proxies and torture and scaring the living fuck out of people. And there were operator symbols, and that screaming face drawn in graphite all over the walls next to the elevator. Oh yeah, and Him. I could swear I saw his...nonexistent face... And I felt terrified, but just for a moment. Then I saw her again.

That girl from the forest of legs. I turned from where I thought I saw Him when I heard footsteps...There she was. Is SHE the proxy?? No, can't be...Am I being played here?? Is this part of the game, you sick bastards?? I shouted at her and tried to catch her before she went through a door...it slammed in my face just as I got there.

Fuck...
Hawk...
I'm so sorry. I failed.

And that's when I heard Skan start cursing up a storm outside the door.

I found this.

Rotten, proxy jerk. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT SHOWING UP.
I found your little bullshit note, though. Yeah. Trying to make me believe that you're winning Hawk over.
idonticantiwont.iwillfindyou.

 And then there was this attached to the back. I'll play your little game.

ETERNITY

didyoufindit

What the actual fuck.

Sorry it's been a while, Skan and I have been doing our little masquerade nonsense...It has taken us exactly nowhere. Until a day or so ago, that is. We know they're around because...this. This video I am about to show you. Skan wasn't there, she was on the other side of the park.
Here's the setup. Chicago, middle of the goddamn fucking city. I'm just walking hoping to attract attention, and what do I stumble upon but the creepiest park in the history of the fucking known universe.
Yeah, I talk to myself a lot, got a problem. Whoever you are, girl, you had best get the fuck away from this place as soon as you can. It's only a matter of time now.

Have I mentioned that Skan is insane?

If I haven't made this clear by now. I will clear it up once and for all. Skan is insane.
"Let's be Runners?" Woman, you have got to be kidding me. I am an..assassin, night stalker, I HIDE in shadows. Do I LOOK like BAIT to you? But that's the plan, pretty much the only one we could come up with that might yield any sort of result.
We. Are going to wander around the streets and buildings of Chicago pretending to be frightened, scared, and stupid Runners and see if we can't bait a proxy or two into coming after us. I don't see anything going wrong with this. Do you? No. What could possibly happen. It's perfectly safe.
 It's really the only shot we have right now, though. The map is useless, no results. We didn't find anything remotely useful in the burned out shack.
I'm also a bit worried about Skan. She keeps muttering something about Sekhmet, mostly while she's asleep, but sometimes I'll catch her grumbling to herself about it.
Speaking of otherworldly entities. HE showed up again, yesterday. I didn't say anything but...it was while we were locating our sleeping quarters for the night. I saw Him through an alley, but oddly His head was turned to the side, looking at something else. It seems stupid to say, but I guess we really aren't alone in this city.
One bonus to seeing Him, though, odd as that is. We know the general location of a likely scared-as-fuck Runner whom Slendershit MIGHT decide to send a Proxy after. I think, we have a place to start our little masquerade.

Adventure, anyone?