You know, I admit. I have been back to
the place where it all went down. Where I got the crap kicked out of
me and fell off a building. Into a fire. But I never really...
Lingered before now. Really let the sensation of deja vu sink in. I
hate that fucking building. I don't know what I was thinking running
to it, like I did. Probably figured I could lose her inside, and slip
out when while she gets lost... If I was thinking at all.
Give myself some credit. For the state
I was in, I did pretty goddamn good. I spent a long ass time eating
nothing but raw meat, running around and sleeping outside... Didn't
notice or care about any damage to my body... Everything was just
fear, you know? That kind of mind-breaking terror Runners go through
every moment they spend within HIS glorious presence. Only there
wasn't a reprieve from it for me. It was like... Like he was with me
the entire time. And pissed. That whole fucking... Chapter of my life
is just a blur of vague feelings. Hungry. Scared. Angry. Terrified.
Guilty. Horror. Despair. Pain... And then I came to my senses,
strapped to a bed, being tended to by someone who must have spent
every waking moment of a period of months thinking about my horrible
death. Now THAT is comedy. Couldn't have been planned and executed
more perfectly. HA.
So I wrote my last posts as a normal,
living human being. I was elated to be back. Angry of fucking course
that I had done something so MONUMENTALLY STUPID as defecting.
Running away from my promises, my mission, everything I had
sacrificed, worked for and built... She was persuasive. Easy to
trust. That was a mistake. Holy SHIT that was a mistake. Those idiot
couriers knew it was mistake, even while I was in denial of it...
Heh. Sagey still practically calling for my head at the time, for
what I had done to Kay... Oh but waking up in that bed, knowing I was
part of the family again... It felt good. But it didn't feel...
Right. There was something missing, and both she and I knew what it
was... So I figured that might be it for me. So I wrote that last
post... Idiot that I was. Still partially in denial about a lot of
fucking things... And then I stood up. And holy SHIT did my lifestyle
for the past while catch up to me in that moment. I guess I kinda
knew, then and there, that I was done for. She was healthy, eager for
blood and would have been dangerous even if I WAS at 100%. But I
couldn't exactly show that, otherwise she might not have been
cautious... So the chase was on.
Her post does a pretty adequate job at
describing the whole shitty ordeal. I needed to lose her, because I
did not have faith that I could outfight her. But He wouldn't let me
lose her. And we ended up there. In that ruin of a factory. Couldn't
get the damn door to shut in time, and it was ALL downhill after
that. But it really did end perfectly. Kudos to Samael for that.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. All THE BITCH wanted was to kill me to death with her
own two useless hands for murdering her stupid family. Instead, she
watched me fall off a building to my death, laughing at the irony of
it all, into an exploding oil truck. Denying her sweet revenge. What
seemed, at the time, to be a freak accident. But I knew what had
happened. I saw the driver get out, when I hit the ground. Did you
know, when the heart stops and the body dies, the brain remains
active for a little while? Even while I COOKED in that fire, I could
see them standing there, Father and Samael, watching his little
experiment enter a new phase. Designer Baby Proxies. Surprised they
didn't try it sooner. Heheheh.
So Mitch was unable to get her
vengeance, and I had paid the price for my stupidity. Win-Win for
them.
Not great memories of that place. Can
still see some of the scorch marks from the fire, it seems. Took a
long, long, look at that whole area, and to be honest, I am not
entirely sure which spot marks where I died.
You know, I didn't even get a burial
for the burnt meat that remained, which I guess was handy for when
they brought me back. I wonder... Where would they have put it, if
she were to have made one. Elaine... Mitch herself wouldn't have made
one, ever. I wouldn't have, in her place, of if our positions were
switched. I would have just let her ROT...
October 6th. That will mark
seven whole years since I died, burning and in agony. Pretty close to
my birthday too, which I suppose is also appropriate huh?
Such strange feelings about it all.
Don't know what to make of them... Oh Well. Suppose it is for the
best to forget about it for now. Keeping busy helps, or so they tell me, and there is plenty of work left to be done...
And I do enjoy my job.
