Getting sick of these undying reunions.

 MOTHERFUCKER

 

 

 

Ok, keeping that outburst because on this one, there is no point to hide my seething, I'm sure most of you will pick up on it regardless.

So there I am, train hopping my way to another country (That's all I've been doing this entire time), my sick state not making things any easier. Some days I can't remember because I would completely shut down, luckily for me, my darling would take over and get us where we needed to go. I coughed up so much blood for the past month that I'm pretty sure I'm running out of it, it feels like with every cough the next thing to come out will be the lungs.

Yeah, the sickness in particular hasn't been a lot of help in the moving around department, travelling between countries via normal means was never much of a hassle and didn't require too much time. But with this poison within me it has been literal hell, not only does every step require an infinite amount of effort, but I've also developed these blackouts, like I said, when those happen my darling takes over the body and steers us in whatever direction she feels is the safest, but not in the direction that we need to go, so we end up waiting for me to come out of the blackout and resume our movement in the right direction. Like I said, it's been fucking hell.

As if that wasn't bad enough A CERTAIN FUCKING ABOMINATION

 

Decided to try and piss me off.

We were train hopping for the majority of our journey, I don't remember most of the journey due to the blackouts, but one night I remember perfectly. One of the trams we were in got detached at a train station, overhearing the workers outside the tram, apparently this particular tram was going to stay at the station for two days, which was perfect for me, I was already drifitng in and out of sleep due to high fever, so I needed somewhere to rest, the tram was the perfect option because it wouldn't move anywhere and I was already in it.

I remember how foggy my sleep was, I was drifting in and out of sleep inconsistently, it was hard to tell the time, hard to tell if I managed to get enough sleep and hard to tell if someone was in the tram with me.

But this I remember very clearly, as I was drifting I would catch glimpses of two small rays of light in the darkest corner of the tram across from me. Eyes, they were shaped like eyes and once my brain began to piece together that there was indeed someone in the tram with me and it was not an illusion, it was already too late, the figure would begin stomping it's way towards me. Every step it took, this absolute mass of flesh that resembled a human shape in the darkness, the sound would reverb off the footsteps heavily across the entire tram. It's breathing was heavy with an occasional wheeze, I wasn't fast enough to get to my feet as I felt it's giant, cold hand clamp around my throat and lift me up into the air with absolutely no effort.

As I dangled in the air from it's grip, I was about to form a sharp edged spike around my stump and stab the assailant. I wasn't given that chance, as it quickly began slamming me into the metal walls of the tram repeatedly, the repeated assault wasn't giving me a chance to think of my next move and my darling was too busy within us staving off the disease that was imbeded into us. First thing first, had to stop the slamming, so when this giant figure slammed me against the wall for the n'th time I morphed sharp edged spikes around my hand, stump and feet and embedded all four of them into the figure. Wasn't easy, when I pierced it's wet flesh it was extremely thick, like trying to pierce a wall of flesh and the stench that was let out from it's newly acquired wounds, if death had a smell, that would be it. Nontheless, the plan worked, the figure's arm remained extended, the figure tried it's damndest to retract it's arm, but my attachment prevented it from doing so, the only course of action it had to free itself of my entrapment was to let go of my throat, so it did, by using it's entire body's weight to throw me aside.

I hit the sliding metal door of the tram hard, but it didn't matter, my escape was right in front of me. I used whatever strength I had left over to pull the damn contraption aside and rushed to the outside, couldn't run far thought, adrenaline wore off fairly quickly, the sickness would set back in, light headedness woul reappear and the pain of being slammed into a metal wall was now catching up. I fell down and as I scrambled onto my back to see if the figure was chasing me, that's when I saw him.

Revealed in the light of the full moon, he stood tall, a good chunck of his long black hair missing from his scalp, fleshy gray skin, no lower jaw, instead just a big metal plate replacing the jaw, so deeply said plate is embedded in his head that the teeth from the top part of the mouth are sticking out on top of the metal plate. I couldn't see the rest of his body because it was obscured by an all too familiar gray trench coat, although it was not in the greatest of conditions, mangled and torn, with several patches filling up the previous holes. And his eyes, purely white, to a point where you could see slight light coming from within them.

As I look at this atrocity from my past, I hear the sound of fluttering in the wind above me, on top of one of the many trams in the yard. I looked up and saw a cloaked figure in a dark-gray robe, from within it's hood I could see the moon's light reflecting from the two orbs where the eyes would be. And as I was about to attempt to stand up, the cloaked figure would immediately dissipate into black smoke (Very similar to the one that would burst out from my "father's" body)  and wanish deep into the night, seemingly taking it's atrocity with itself considering when I looked back at the tram from which I escaped, the figure was nowhere to be found.

It took me a few hours to get back onto my feet and resume my movement. During my time on the ground, several hours were spent on boiling anger within me, one of the fucking creepy crawlies did something a deep part of me absolutely DREADED. They brought HIM back. They brought back Sergei...

PARASITES

How DARE they take away that man's finale! They BASTARDIZED it! AND FOR WHAT!? To go after little ol' me!? If they are so KEEN on wiping me out, WHY NOT DO IT THEMSELVES!? Surely they can do it with a flick of a finger, RIGHT!? So why bother with this desecration!?

And then it hit me, this was personal, this was payback, remember what Jack said in the previous entry before he left? "Sins of the Father" My "Father" pissed off a lot of people in his time, but what some overlook is that he also pissed off quite a few Creepy Crawlies. The one in particular that he pissed off, was the one he used to sic onto our Tall and Faceless Friend back in the day, by forcing the two entities to fight over who gets to kill him.

I can add Archangel to the shitlist

Another problem I will have to deal with once I "Cure" myself of the current disease. I've long since reached my destination, this entire time I've just been waiting for a "signal" and I feel like it's coming soon, you develop a specific "sense" for these sort of things when you've been in the game for so long, hence the reason for this post, get my mind off the anger that's been bubbling within me and get my head into the game.

Not dead yet bitches.