On two different levels.
Stupidity level one: between 8:15pm and 8:30pm last night, I started hearing strange noises coming from outside. I thought it was the stray cats fighting or in heat, since there are plenty of them around my block alone, let alone the town. Though, being cautious, I still went outside with my cane-sword. I go out the side door, making sure I have the light in the back yard on, which is where the noises seemed to be coming from. I get into the backyard, and then.............
Blank
I found myself back in my room, and it was now 4:30am. I was in my pajamas, laying in bed. I don't remember what happened during those 8 hours.
I woke up this morning and my parents had this almost disgusted look on their face. I asked them what was wrong. They said they found two dead stray cats in the backyard, completely gutted out. I immediately ran back upstairs and checked my sword. No blood, thankfully. But that means one of two things: either I did do it and cleaned the sword after, or it was somebody/something else. I'm leaning towards the latter.
Stupidity level two: The symbol from The Count. I was so dumb not to realize it. I knew it had looked familiar to me, but I just couldn't remember from where. At work before I got home last night, I saw the symbol again. But this time, it was upside down. This is where I had seen it before.
It was a brand on one of the horses my job takes care of. The symbol wasn't 7-C, it was )-L, although I still have suspicions about it being both ways. And since brands on horses are basically ways of saying somebody owns the horse, that means that whoever owns said horse either is friends of, related to, or is The Count. Today, I'm going to talk to my boss, see if he can get me any information on the owner of the horse.
I now have my first lead on The Count's identity. Let's hope it turns out fruitful.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Count's First Clue
The First Clue
Time to do some serious researching on the symbol.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Time to do some serious researching on the symbol.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Truth
Thank you, Sammie, for decoding The Count's last post. And I apologize for my reaction to you from before. I guess the heavy toll of all that's happened to me and all of us out there is getting to me and wearing me down. But The Count may have rekindled my hope, if he is indeed legit.
As for what he means...........
I have not been totally honest with everybody here.
Originally, Diana pointed it out, saying she knew things about me that I never told anybody. Now The Count knows too, and he says I have to come clean.
Maybe it's better I do so anyway. I'd rather you all know the truth about me and possibly hate me for it, then hate me for lying or hate me for somebody and something I'm not.
My real name is not Lucien Drage.
The name is actually Luke Davies.
I legally changed my name a few years ago.
I didn't live in New Jersey at the time. I was dorming at college, and planned on staying out there once I found a good job. I was in a bad relationship from 2007-2009. There was a girl I had met at my job. We had almost an instant connection. I fell for her hard and fast. Within one month, I proposed to her, and she said yes. Things were the happiest in my life.
Within 6 months, though, the real side of my ex came out. She was very mentally and emotionally abusive to me. I did the slightest thing wrong, or I had a different opinion from hers, she would freak out on me, and then say she would break up with me unless I apologized and did something big to make up for it. Even if I was right and she was wrong, I had to admit I was wrong or lose her. I had never truly been in love before, and I didn't want to lose her, so I did as she asked.
She constantly expected me to spend money on her, which made it difficult to be able to find a place of my own to live. I'm in debt right now because of her. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, they did.
July, 2009. She dumps me. She also admits that she had been cheating on me. You know, when I think back, I also believe that wasn't the first time she cheated on me. Possibly at the beginning of our relationship as well.
I was devastated, heartbroken, I felt dead inside. I didn't want to move home yet, because I wanted to try and win her back. Despite everything, I still loved her with all my heart. But next thing I knew, I was in more trouble.
One night, she attacked me. With a knife. I was walking at the campus of my old school, trying to breathe, clear my head, and crying of course. Suddenly, a person wearing a mask comes out of nowhere and attacks me with a knife. I throw the person down, remove the knife from their hand. I grab the mask to see who it is, and in a total shock, it's her. My ex.
I ran.
I ran all the way to the police station, crying even harder than before because not only did I lose the woman I love, but now she's trying to kill me. When I get there, they keep me in a safe room while some of their cops go out to look for her. After a day, they say they cannot find her, and they tell me that to be safe, they may have to put me in the Witness Relocation Program. I told them there is no need, because I was going to move back home with my family. They said that it is probably the best, but that to be safe, I should change my name, incase she does try to follow me.
Lucien is almost like a full-name version of Luke, which is why I chose that first name.
Drage was chosen because it is a variation of Draco or Dragon, and I have always loved dragons.
That is the secret of my past. Since I moved back home, I've not seen or heard anything of my ex, but I always do have the fear of her finding me and trying to kill me again.
Kay, I never even told you the truth about this. I know how you can react sometimes to things that happen to your little brother. Almost like the way you know how I'll react to things that happen to you.
As for everybody else, I can understand if you hate me, wish not to follow my blog, or anything similar. I have been lying, but now, I have come clean.
As The Count said, the truth has set me free.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
As for what he means...........
I have not been totally honest with everybody here.
Originally, Diana pointed it out, saying she knew things about me that I never told anybody. Now The Count knows too, and he says I have to come clean.
Maybe it's better I do so anyway. I'd rather you all know the truth about me and possibly hate me for it, then hate me for lying or hate me for somebody and something I'm not.
My real name is not Lucien Drage.
The name is actually Luke Davies.
I legally changed my name a few years ago.
I didn't live in New Jersey at the time. I was dorming at college, and planned on staying out there once I found a good job. I was in a bad relationship from 2007-2009. There was a girl I had met at my job. We had almost an instant connection. I fell for her hard and fast. Within one month, I proposed to her, and she said yes. Things were the happiest in my life.
Within 6 months, though, the real side of my ex came out. She was very mentally and emotionally abusive to me. I did the slightest thing wrong, or I had a different opinion from hers, she would freak out on me, and then say she would break up with me unless I apologized and did something big to make up for it. Even if I was right and she was wrong, I had to admit I was wrong or lose her. I had never truly been in love before, and I didn't want to lose her, so I did as she asked.
She constantly expected me to spend money on her, which made it difficult to be able to find a place of my own to live. I'm in debt right now because of her. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, they did.
July, 2009. She dumps me. She also admits that she had been cheating on me. You know, when I think back, I also believe that wasn't the first time she cheated on me. Possibly at the beginning of our relationship as well.
I was devastated, heartbroken, I felt dead inside. I didn't want to move home yet, because I wanted to try and win her back. Despite everything, I still loved her with all my heart. But next thing I knew, I was in more trouble.
One night, she attacked me. With a knife. I was walking at the campus of my old school, trying to breathe, clear my head, and crying of course. Suddenly, a person wearing a mask comes out of nowhere and attacks me with a knife. I throw the person down, remove the knife from their hand. I grab the mask to see who it is, and in a total shock, it's her. My ex.
I ran.
I ran all the way to the police station, crying even harder than before because not only did I lose the woman I love, but now she's trying to kill me. When I get there, they keep me in a safe room while some of their cops go out to look for her. After a day, they say they cannot find her, and they tell me that to be safe, they may have to put me in the Witness Relocation Program. I told them there is no need, because I was going to move back home with my family. They said that it is probably the best, but that to be safe, I should change my name, incase she does try to follow me.
Lucien is almost like a full-name version of Luke, which is why I chose that first name.
Drage was chosen because it is a variation of Draco or Dragon, and I have always loved dragons.
That is the secret of my past. Since I moved back home, I've not seen or heard anything of my ex, but I always do have the fear of her finding me and trying to kill me again.
Kay, I never even told you the truth about this. I know how you can react sometimes to things that happen to your little brother. Almost like the way you know how I'll react to things that happen to you.
As for everybody else, I can understand if you hate me, wish not to follow my blog, or anything similar. I have been lying, but now, I have come clean.
As The Count said, the truth has set me free.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
To The Mysterious Stranger
Whoever you are, I don't really understand why you chose me, or why you chose to play this game with me.
But...........................
If it gets me answers, knowledge, something I can use to survive, I am left with no choice.
I accept your offer of help.
Let the game begin.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
But...........................
If it gets me answers, knowledge, something I can use to survive, I am left with no choice.
I accept your offer of help.
Let the game begin.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Thursday, March 17, 2011
St Patrick's Day
It was supposed to be a fun day. I had off from work, and I was going to spend the day with my gf and her family. We would enjoy the St. Patrick's Day Parade in NYC, followed by a trip to the zoo in Central Park. Then, head back to her grandma's house for a traditional Irish dinner.
All plans changed.
First, I got to the city about an hour before they did, so I was stuck wandering around for a bit, waiting for them. The mask remained in my jacket pocket. I felt the need to keep it with me, though I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps that was my mistake today. I was not cautious enough.
When my gf's family finally got to the city, we headed up to Central Park to be near where the parade would begin. We were only gonna watch til her family's Irish county came, and then head into the park itself. About an hour after the parade started (around noon), I started looking around, wondering how many people were already drunk, and who was smoking the marijuana (I'm a bit sick, can't smell anything, but I could still smell THAT). I kept looking, and then I saw something I hoped not to see.
Him.
He was across the street. I could see Him, clear as day. Pretty much the only person that WASN'T in the parade wearing a black suit. I could see a few tentacles behind Him, just kinda waving with the wind. Nobody else noticed Him. I immediately turned to my girlfriend and told her I was getting very claustrophobic and that I needed to get to a space where I could move freely and breathe. She said she understood and told me to call her when I was heading back to them. I kissed her, and immediately began running downtown through the crowds of people.
The tentacles followed me. Between dodging people and trying to see where I was going/how close they were, I think we were at about an even speed. I ran from Central Park all the way down to the Empire State Building. Normally a 30-40 minute walk at my pace, taking me only 20 minutes. I still didn't stop. I found my way to the stairs, and I began running up them as fast as I could.
I finally made it onto the roof, where I ran over to the edge and looked down, like the idiot I am sometimes. I looked down, I could see the tentacles still, not Him. They didn't get inside the building, and they started retracting, like they were returning to their master.
I waited on the roof for about an hour, having a few cigarettes to try and calm me down. Surprisingly, they worked better than normally. After my last cig, I started to head back down the stairs and leave the building.
From the Empire State Building back up to Central Park, I watched everybody and everything out of the corner of my eye. I had no idea whether or not He would reappear or send a proxy after me.
There was nothing this time. I made it back to my girlfriend safe and sound.
But something was different.
She said she saw these black shadows moving on the ground in my direction.
She didn't see the tentacles, just their shadows. That's not a good sign at all.
And to top things off, after the day was finally done, I got home to discover both a video response to my latest youtube video, as well as a full-on coded post on my blog. Rebecca, thank you for decoding it for me.
I have the feeling that the person uploading the videos (whose name on Youtube happens to be OutOfTheLie, a pun on the title of my blog), and the one putting the codes into my blog, are the same person. Perhaps, maybe it's even the same proxy that attacked me on camera the one night. Although, if the proxy and these other two personas are the same, why did he attack me?
He seems to want to help me, but how do I know I can trust him?
Should I even try to trust him?
Everything gets more and more serious. Not sure where to go from here.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
All plans changed.
First, I got to the city about an hour before they did, so I was stuck wandering around for a bit, waiting for them. The mask remained in my jacket pocket. I felt the need to keep it with me, though I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps that was my mistake today. I was not cautious enough.
When my gf's family finally got to the city, we headed up to Central Park to be near where the parade would begin. We were only gonna watch til her family's Irish county came, and then head into the park itself. About an hour after the parade started (around noon), I started looking around, wondering how many people were already drunk, and who was smoking the marijuana (I'm a bit sick, can't smell anything, but I could still smell THAT). I kept looking, and then I saw something I hoped not to see.
Him.
He was across the street. I could see Him, clear as day. Pretty much the only person that WASN'T in the parade wearing a black suit. I could see a few tentacles behind Him, just kinda waving with the wind. Nobody else noticed Him. I immediately turned to my girlfriend and told her I was getting very claustrophobic and that I needed to get to a space where I could move freely and breathe. She said she understood and told me to call her when I was heading back to them. I kissed her, and immediately began running downtown through the crowds of people.
The tentacles followed me. Between dodging people and trying to see where I was going/how close they were, I think we were at about an even speed. I ran from Central Park all the way down to the Empire State Building. Normally a 30-40 minute walk at my pace, taking me only 20 minutes. I still didn't stop. I found my way to the stairs, and I began running up them as fast as I could.
I finally made it onto the roof, where I ran over to the edge and looked down, like the idiot I am sometimes. I looked down, I could see the tentacles still, not Him. They didn't get inside the building, and they started retracting, like they were returning to their master.
I waited on the roof for about an hour, having a few cigarettes to try and calm me down. Surprisingly, they worked better than normally. After my last cig, I started to head back down the stairs and leave the building.
From the Empire State Building back up to Central Park, I watched everybody and everything out of the corner of my eye. I had no idea whether or not He would reappear or send a proxy after me.
There was nothing this time. I made it back to my girlfriend safe and sound.
But something was different.
She said she saw these black shadows moving on the ground in my direction.
She didn't see the tentacles, just their shadows. That's not a good sign at all.
And to top things off, after the day was finally done, I got home to discover both a video response to my latest youtube video, as well as a full-on coded post on my blog. Rebecca, thank you for decoding it for me.
I have the feeling that the person uploading the videos (whose name on Youtube happens to be OutOfTheLie, a pun on the title of my blog), and the one putting the codes into my blog, are the same person. Perhaps, maybe it's even the same proxy that attacked me on camera the one night. Although, if the proxy and these other two personas are the same, why did he attack me?
He seems to want to help me, but how do I know I can trust him?
Should I even try to trust him?
Everything gets more and more serious. Not sure where to go from here.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Not Going Away
I mean the mask.
I put it away, I keep waking up with it on my face.
And yet, for some strange reason, it feels oddly comfortable on me. Almost like it belongs on my face.
You would think, if this was some sort of attack on me by Slenderman to get me to become one of his little minions, I wouldn't be so coherent or I would be hearing voices.
But I'm not.
Does this mean that I'm strong enough to resist Him?
Or is he just lulling me into a false sense of security?
Either way, the mask, Him, and his army are not going away anytime soon.
This is the hand I was dealt.
I have to play it all the way through.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
I put it away, I keep waking up with it on my face.
And yet, for some strange reason, it feels oddly comfortable on me. Almost like it belongs on my face.
You would think, if this was some sort of attack on me by Slenderman to get me to become one of his little minions, I wouldn't be so coherent or I would be hearing voices.
But I'm not.
Does this mean that I'm strong enough to resist Him?
Or is he just lulling me into a false sense of security?
Either way, the mask, Him, and his army are not going away anytime soon.
This is the hand I was dealt.
I have to play it all the way through.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Monday, March 14, 2011
Ugh, My Head
Still getting headaches. Probably gonna be for awhile.
This weekend turned out pretty interesting for my birthday.
Friday night, I went out to dinner with my girlfriend. Nothing romantic, just TGI Fridays. It was a nice, relaxing evening.
Saturday night, I went out with a group of friends, including the girlfriend. Didnt get back to her place til 5:30 in the morning. Woke up on Sunday at around 11am.
But I woke up with the mask on again.
I left it at home. I put it in my closet. And yet, there it was on my face.
Got home last night from work, checked my closet to make sure it wasn't a second mask, and the mask from my closet was gone. Unless my parents or one sister grabbed it and snuck it over, which I highly doubt, I think we know how the mask followed me.
Ugh, I think I need to lay down for a bit. Rest my head up before I pass out from the pain.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
This weekend turned out pretty interesting for my birthday.
Friday night, I went out to dinner with my girlfriend. Nothing romantic, just TGI Fridays. It was a nice, relaxing evening.
Saturday night, I went out with a group of friends, including the girlfriend. Didnt get back to her place til 5:30 in the morning. Woke up on Sunday at around 11am.
But I woke up with the mask on again.
I left it at home. I put it in my closet. And yet, there it was on my face.
Got home last night from work, checked my closet to make sure it wasn't a second mask, and the mask from my closet was gone. Unless my parents or one sister grabbed it and snuck it over, which I highly doubt, I think we know how the mask followed me.
Ugh, I think I need to lay down for a bit. Rest my head up before I pass out from the pain.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Saturday, March 12, 2011
What's Happening In My Life?
I filmed this earlier today, and I swear it wasn't like that when I checked it over.
Scared
What is going on with me?
Why am I suddenly becoming so big a target for him?
Why am I so important to him now?
Scared
What is going on with me?
Why am I suddenly becoming so big a target for him?
Why am I so important to him now?
Friday, March 11, 2011
What Did I Do?
I didn't make that last post. At least, not all of it. I was starting to write up the post, talking about the good and bad coming along with getting older, I was even going to talk about how I planned to celebrate my birthday.
I never finished typing it.
I did go out tonight with my friends, but the time between when I started typing the post and when I left my house, it's a blank. Jess, thank you for decoding that for me. Zed, thank you for your kind words. And you too, Steph. I guess even I need a reminder at times that what I do is not in vain.
But what was with that code? I mean, was that actually me typing it, and I'm slowly being Hollowed? Or could it have been saved as a draft, somebody else got into my account and typed it?
Either way, password is changed.
Just getting a little nervous, what with this happening, the response to my one video on youtube, losing Sammie, everything.
Guess it's taking a harder toll on me than I thought.
Although, there may be a ray of hope, which is something we need more of.
If you aren't familiar yet, Kay of A Wand and A Prayer is my sister, and she has made a very intriguing discovery. If what she's found is real, the tides may slowly be turning for us.
Zero
He may still be alive.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
I never finished typing it.
I did go out tonight with my friends, but the time between when I started typing the post and when I left my house, it's a blank. Jess, thank you for decoding that for me. Zed, thank you for your kind words. And you too, Steph. I guess even I need a reminder at times that what I do is not in vain.
But what was with that code? I mean, was that actually me typing it, and I'm slowly being Hollowed? Or could it have been saved as a draft, somebody else got into my account and typed it?
Either way, password is changed.
Just getting a little nervous, what with this happening, the response to my one video on youtube, losing Sammie, everything.
Guess it's taking a harder toll on me than I thought.
Although, there may be a ray of hope, which is something we need more of.
If you aren't familiar yet, Kay of A Wand and A Prayer is my sister, and she has made a very intriguing discovery. If what she's found is real, the tides may slowly be turning for us.
Zero
He may still be alive.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Getting Older
Tomorrow, March 11, is my birthday.
I shall be turning 26 years old.
As you get older, you start to realize things.
For example, things that we believed in when we were younger have turned out to not be real. Things we didn't accept to be real, are.
Morals and values we once had changed over time, not because we wanted them to, but because we learned what was socially acceptable and what was needed to survive in life.
One of my current values is being questioned: helping others over helping one's self.
I wonder why i bother to help others. It seems like I don't get offered help in return. It's always "Help me, Lucien! Save me! Advise me!" But when it's the other way around............ "I need some help. Can anybody give me advice? Will somebody save me?"
My cries are not heard.
Simply cast on the wind.
Even worse, when I've done all I can, and it gets thrown away..................
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I shall be turning 26 years old.
As you get older, you start to realize things.
For example, things that we believed in when we were younger have turned out to not be real. Things we didn't accept to be real, are.
Morals and values we once had changed over time, not because we wanted them to, but because we learned what was socially acceptable and what was needed to survive in life.
One of my current values is being questioned: helping others over helping one's self.
I wonder why i bother to help others. It seems like I don't get offered help in return. It's always "Help me, Lucien! Save me! Advise me!" But when it's the other way around............ "I need some help. Can anybody give me advice? Will somebody save me?"
My cries are not heard.
Simply cast on the wind.
Even worse, when I've done all I can, and it gets thrown away..................
Scars
Injuries
Thoughts
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Don't Trust Diana
That's what Sammie's message said to me. Thank you, Scott, for decoding it for me. However, I'm not sure if I can believe that message, despite how much I trust and care for Sammie. First off, Diana told me something would be hidden at the lake, and I found and saved Sammie there. Second, Diana also said the one missing child would be recovered there.
He was...............................
At least, what was left of him.
Donnie gave me the phone call yesterday. He said he received an anonymous phone call. There was a young boy's voice on the line, crying, asking for somebody to help him. Before he could say his location, he screamed and disconnected. The police department was able to track the phone number to one of those track phone things (you know, the ones parents buy for their kids to keep track of where they are). The GPS locator on it said the phone was at the lake. They went over there, and Donnie swears he saw the man in the suit again, over in the woods. He ran over there with the few cops that went with him. He lost track of the man, but he found the boy.
His body was impaled on one of the smaller trees. Garbage bags were hanging around, obviously with his internal organs inside them. Donnie says that no matter often he reads about it or has seen it, he still gets sick to his stomach. I probably would too.
Donnie asked me something yesterday. He said that he knows I know something more about what has been happening. He asked me what I can tell him about these missing children and the murders. I can't tell him anything. He's already seen Slenderman. I don't want anything worse happening to him. And thats exactly what I said to him. I said "Believe me. The more you know, the more danger you are in. Just let me worry about the worst part of it." Donnie said he didn't really understand, but that he trusts me. He feels like I may be a great asset to the case, which is why he keeps calling me. It's almost like I'm a citizen's consultant to the cops. Too bad it doesn't come with good pay, hehe.
In other news, we have lost Jeff. Another of us has fallen in the battle. My heart goes out to Cheska for this sad turn of events. We have regained Ava, though. But I think that we need to keep an eye on her. Who knows what Redlight may have done to her. Storm has managed to remain safe so far in NYC. Spender has left my sister's place, and Kay is still relatively safe. My injuries are healing pretty well, but not fast enough. I'm surprised I haven't dealt with Nebula again, or even Vindicta.
Maybe my luck is turning around.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
He was...............................
At least, what was left of him.
Donnie gave me the phone call yesterday. He said he received an anonymous phone call. There was a young boy's voice on the line, crying, asking for somebody to help him. Before he could say his location, he screamed and disconnected. The police department was able to track the phone number to one of those track phone things (you know, the ones parents buy for their kids to keep track of where they are). The GPS locator on it said the phone was at the lake. They went over there, and Donnie swears he saw the man in the suit again, over in the woods. He ran over there with the few cops that went with him. He lost track of the man, but he found the boy.
His body was impaled on one of the smaller trees. Garbage bags were hanging around, obviously with his internal organs inside them. Donnie says that no matter often he reads about it or has seen it, he still gets sick to his stomach. I probably would too.
Donnie asked me something yesterday. He said that he knows I know something more about what has been happening. He asked me what I can tell him about these missing children and the murders. I can't tell him anything. He's already seen Slenderman. I don't want anything worse happening to him. And thats exactly what I said to him. I said "Believe me. The more you know, the more danger you are in. Just let me worry about the worst part of it." Donnie said he didn't really understand, but that he trusts me. He feels like I may be a great asset to the case, which is why he keeps calling me. It's almost like I'm a citizen's consultant to the cops. Too bad it doesn't come with good pay, hehe.
In other news, we have lost Jeff. Another of us has fallen in the battle. My heart goes out to Cheska for this sad turn of events. We have regained Ava, though. But I think that we need to keep an eye on her. Who knows what Redlight may have done to her. Storm has managed to remain safe so far in NYC. Spender has left my sister's place, and Kay is still relatively safe. My injuries are healing pretty well, but not fast enough. I'm surprised I haven't dealt with Nebula again, or even Vindicta.
Maybe my luck is turning around.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Friday, March 4, 2011
She Has Left
Sammie.
She's gone.
Why did I go back home last night?
I should've stayed there with her.
It seems there was no sign of forceful entry at Kay's, so that means one of two things: either He came and took her himself, or she left of her own accord. That means Nebula and Vindicta didn't come take her, which makes me a little relieved.
Kay called me and told me, and that there was a note left there for me, addressed directly to me.
Dear Lucien,
Thank you so much for everything. And tell Kay I said thank you as well. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you guys for what you’ve done.
As of right now, I have enough of a grip on myself to write this. So I’m asking you not to follow me. Don’t help me anymore. I really appreciate what you’ve done, but I don’t want you getting hurt any more than you have already been because of me. On that note, I hope you heal up alright. And I hope I can lead Nebula and Vindicta away so you don’t have any extra proxy activity. So, one last request: Stay safe, alright? Send my well wishes to Kay as well. And thanks again for everything.
-Sammie
There was still a piece of Sammie inside her. I won't lie, I shed a few tears over this, because Sammie was there. I want to follow her, I can't let her get taken by Nebula and Vindicta again. But damn these injuries, I can barely even go into work or drive, let alone chase after her. Not sure what to do.
There was something else, though. I found it in very small print on the back of the note, underneath my name.
T0RJZ056RWdOVGNnTVRFM0lEYzBJRFV4SURneElERXdNeUF4TURBZ056SWdOelFnTkRrZ09Ua2dOVEVnT0RFZ01UQXpJRGd5SURjeElERXdPQ0F4TURRZ09UZ2dNVEE1SURZNUlERXhOdz09
Code, obviously, but I have no idea. I'm not exactly the best with codes, but I'll try to figure it out over the weekend.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
She's gone.
Why did I go back home last night?
I should've stayed there with her.
It seems there was no sign of forceful entry at Kay's, so that means one of two things: either He came and took her himself, or she left of her own accord. That means Nebula and Vindicta didn't come take her, which makes me a little relieved.
Kay called me and told me, and that there was a note left there for me, addressed directly to me.
Dear Lucien,
Thank you so much for everything. And tell Kay I said thank you as well. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you guys for what you’ve done.
As of right now, I have enough of a grip on myself to write this. So I’m asking you not to follow me. Don’t help me anymore. I really appreciate what you’ve done, but I don’t want you getting hurt any more than you have already been because of me. On that note, I hope you heal up alright. And I hope I can lead Nebula and Vindicta away so you don’t have any extra proxy activity. So, one last request: Stay safe, alright? Send my well wishes to Kay as well. And thanks again for everything.
-Sammie
There was still a piece of Sammie inside her. I won't lie, I shed a few tears over this, because Sammie was there. I want to follow her, I can't let her get taken by Nebula and Vindicta again. But damn these injuries, I can barely even go into work or drive, let alone chase after her. Not sure what to do.
There was something else, though. I found it in very small print on the back of the note, underneath my name.
T0RJZ056RWdOVGNnTVRFM0lEYzBJRFV4SURneElERXdNeUF4TURBZ056SWdOelFnTkRrZ09Ua2dOVEVnT0RFZ01UQXpJRGd5SURjeElERXdPQ0F4TURRZ09UZ2dNVEE1SURZNUlERXhOdz09
Code, obviously, but I have no idea. I'm not exactly the best with codes, but I'll try to figure it out over the weekend.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Home For Now
I'm actually back at my house now. I couldn't keep my parents worried. I went straight to Kay's after I was released from the hospital. I called my parents and simply told them I was staying by her for a night. They were gonna notice me limping, so I figured i'd stay off it a bit first before going home, let it heal a little.
Sammie seemed, well, unresponsive to almost everything. I mean, she accepted the food that Kay gave her, even accepted a hug from her. I dont know if she reacted to it, but when I hugged her, I didn't feel anything. The only time I got any kind of response out of her was when I showed her Darby's blog. It wasn't much, just a gasp, but after that, she was back to her Hollowed out self. I wish I could contact Jeff, if he's even still alive, or Cheska. If I could figure out how to make the cure, I could heal Sammie myself. Until then, I'll keep my eye on her as much as I can, as will Kay, and her other house guest.
Spender. I got to meet this man who had kissed my sister. Didn't really get to interact with him. I think he felt the same awkwardness in the air I did. He kissed my sister, now meets her brother, and under the wonderful circumstance of having been hospitalized for fighting a proxy to save a Hollowed that is currently staying there as well. He seems like a decent fellow, but for now, I remain watchful of him as well.
I guess I'm starting to slowly understand why people say you shouldn't band together when it comes to facing this monster. You never really know who you can trust anymore. Afterall, Sammie got Hollowed out, Cynthia has become a tool of Redlight, there was even a point where people didn't know if they could trust Zeke and his "madness" posts, as I dub them, at the end of Seeking Truth.
Maybe it was wrong for me to go after Sammie, to fight Nebula.
No, it wasn't. I had to save her. If not just for herself or myself, but for the memory of Darby.
So, I got home a few hours ago (it is 4:38am at this moment), and as I predicted, my mom was awake in the kitchen. She saw me limping and asked what happened, only knowing that Kay called her and told her I was staying with her a few days, and my cell phone had died. I told her the same thing I told Donnie at the hospital: I went to the lake to get some fresh air, heard some strange noises in the woods, went there and found Nebula "attacking" Sammie, so I stepped in to save her. My mom called me an idiot for getting involved in something that wasn't my fight, but that she's proud I was willing to put myself on the line for somebody else.
Not my fight, she said.
If only she knew............
It is all of our fights.
And now, to top it all, I now have somebody coming after me, metaphorically speaking, on youtube. I found this when I got online before.
TOO LATE
It was posted as a video response to my last video, where I was attacked by a proxy.
It is simply the part where I ask the proxy what he and He wants, and his warning to Stop before it's too late, but distorted. After that, there is a quick message at the end, saying "It Already Is."
So, what is it too late for?
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Sammie seemed, well, unresponsive to almost everything. I mean, she accepted the food that Kay gave her, even accepted a hug from her. I dont know if she reacted to it, but when I hugged her, I didn't feel anything. The only time I got any kind of response out of her was when I showed her Darby's blog. It wasn't much, just a gasp, but after that, she was back to her Hollowed out self. I wish I could contact Jeff, if he's even still alive, or Cheska. If I could figure out how to make the cure, I could heal Sammie myself. Until then, I'll keep my eye on her as much as I can, as will Kay, and her other house guest.
Spender. I got to meet this man who had kissed my sister. Didn't really get to interact with him. I think he felt the same awkwardness in the air I did. He kissed my sister, now meets her brother, and under the wonderful circumstance of having been hospitalized for fighting a proxy to save a Hollowed that is currently staying there as well. He seems like a decent fellow, but for now, I remain watchful of him as well.
I guess I'm starting to slowly understand why people say you shouldn't band together when it comes to facing this monster. You never really know who you can trust anymore. Afterall, Sammie got Hollowed out, Cynthia has become a tool of Redlight, there was even a point where people didn't know if they could trust Zeke and his "madness" posts, as I dub them, at the end of Seeking Truth.
Maybe it was wrong for me to go after Sammie, to fight Nebula.
No, it wasn't. I had to save her. If not just for herself or myself, but for the memory of Darby.
So, I got home a few hours ago (it is 4:38am at this moment), and as I predicted, my mom was awake in the kitchen. She saw me limping and asked what happened, only knowing that Kay called her and told her I was staying with her a few days, and my cell phone had died. I told her the same thing I told Donnie at the hospital: I went to the lake to get some fresh air, heard some strange noises in the woods, went there and found Nebula "attacking" Sammie, so I stepped in to save her. My mom called me an idiot for getting involved in something that wasn't my fight, but that she's proud I was willing to put myself on the line for somebody else.
Not my fight, she said.
If only she knew............
It is all of our fights.
And now, to top it all, I now have somebody coming after me, metaphorically speaking, on youtube. I found this when I got online before.
TOO LATE
It was posted as a video response to my last video, where I was attacked by a proxy.
It is simply the part where I ask the proxy what he and He wants, and his warning to Stop before it's too late, but distorted. After that, there is a quick message at the end, saying "It Already Is."
So, what is it too late for?
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Oh God
My head.
Getting hit with a baseball bat in the head is not fun. I don't advise anybody to try it, unless the person being hit is a proxy or a redlight.
I'm still in the hospital (Palisades, Kay, so you know where I am), but they said they can release me tonight. Now that I'm conscious and somewhat aware of things again, they just wanna run a few more tests on me. Sammie is still by my side, but she's not talking. She still has her mask on too. Won't let it come off. Guess that's part of her Hollowing, or Hallowing, or however people spell it nowadays.
Why did I end up in the hospital?
Fucking Nebula.
I should explain a little as to what lead up to this.
I managed to have one conversation with Sammie when she first escaped from Nebula. She didn't know where she was, as in what state, but she said she knew she was in a town called Springfield. Not exactly a big help, considering the number of states that have a town called Springfield, but I took a risk and I had driven down to Springfield, hoping I could find a sign of her there. Unfortunately, I found nothing. So either I was too late and she moved on, or it was the wrong state. I lost a bit of hope, until the other night.
Nebula posted on Sammie's blog, saying she was taking Sammie to the lake for some fresh air. At first, I thought that it was nothing of importance, but then I remembered what Diana had told me: something was being guarded at the lake. I took yet another chance. Yesterday, when I got out of work, I drove to the lake by me. I took my cane-sword with me, so as not to really be conspicuous. I walked around the lake and found nothing. I took a deep breath, and I risked walking into the woods.
I didn't have to go far. I guess it was maybe about 100 feet in, there was a small clearing surrounded by trees. This is where I had my play sword fights as a kid. This time, I saw two people there. One of them had a mask on, and the other didn't. The one without the mask. She was a few inches shorter than me, fair skin. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, somewhat skinny. Kinda attractive. I felt that this was Sammy, and Masky there was Nebula. They were both just standing there. So, I called out.
Me: Sammie!
Mask-less: Hello Lucien.
Me: Um.......Sammie? Are you ok?
Mask-less: I am not Sammie. (points at the figure in the mask) That is Sammie. She's rather quiet. But she is well. As am I. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lucien.
Me: Nebula. You bitch, what did you do to her?
Nebula: Me? I did not do anything. She just happens to be the quiet type of Hallowed.
Me: But it's because of you she is like this. How dare you come after my friend!
Nebula: I do what my Master asks of me. She brought herself into this world. I merely helped her choose the correct side.
Me: Your Master? I will tell you what I think of your Master! (pull the sword out from the cane)
Nebula: Would it not be easier to use your words, Lucien? We wouldn't want Sammie getting hurt here, would we? (she pulls a baseball bat from a sheath on her back)
Me: Words won't save Sammie. Only action.
Nebula: You won't be saving her. She will be staying with me.
Me: We'll see about that. (start walking forward, sword pointed at Nebula)
At this point, Nebula raises her bat and holds it to defend herself. She pushes Sammie out of the way, and that's when I charge in.
You know, I always forgot that I don't exactly have much speed. For a younger girl, though, she moved fast with that bat. Almost like it didn't weigh anything. I'm just thankful I've been working with my sword for years, or I never would have kept up.
I managed to cut across her clothes and arms several times, but she slammed me with the butt of the bat in my right leg, right where I got kicked by the horse and punched by the proxy by my job. I'm limping at this point, but not done yet. I'm not losing Sammie when I came this close to saving her. I manage to parry the bat out of Nebula's hands, and I stabbed at her right arm. I didn't run through it, but did start bleeding. I pulled back and stabbed her right leg too, creating the same effect. She screamed in pain, and I took this moment to grab Sammie and start running. Before I got far, though, Nebula caught up to me and swung the bat at my head. I ducked almost in time, but still got a good amount of the blow. I turned around, and Nebula caught my left arm with a pocket knife. She stabbed it hard and deep. There was a huge gash, so much blood coming out. I pulled the knife out and I threw it at her, but she ducked down. As she did that, she recoiled in pain again from the stab to her leg. I ran as best as I could with Sammie, got into my car and started driving to the nearest hospital. I passed out as I was parking and managed to get what I could out in my entry.
They stitched up my arm here, and they said I only have a mild concussion, thankfully.
Sammie, though.
She's Hallowed. She won't respond to me. Barely even a twitch. I don't know what to do. I would try to contact Jeff The Keeper, but he's decided to sacrifice himself. I need Cheska. She has the cure. She can help me here.
Ugh, the doctors are back, ready to take me for testing. When it's done, they said that Donnie is here too, and that he wants to ask me questions about what happened. At least it's him I'll be talking to, not any other cops who wouldn't listen.
Kay, when I'm done here, I'm coming over by you. Sammie is gonna need a place to stay. I'll be sticking around too, just to keep an eye on her.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Getting hit with a baseball bat in the head is not fun. I don't advise anybody to try it, unless the person being hit is a proxy or a redlight.
I'm still in the hospital (Palisades, Kay, so you know where I am), but they said they can release me tonight. Now that I'm conscious and somewhat aware of things again, they just wanna run a few more tests on me. Sammie is still by my side, but she's not talking. She still has her mask on too. Won't let it come off. Guess that's part of her Hollowing, or Hallowing, or however people spell it nowadays.
Why did I end up in the hospital?
Fucking Nebula.
I should explain a little as to what lead up to this.
I managed to have one conversation with Sammie when she first escaped from Nebula. She didn't know where she was, as in what state, but she said she knew she was in a town called Springfield. Not exactly a big help, considering the number of states that have a town called Springfield, but I took a risk and I had driven down to Springfield, hoping I could find a sign of her there. Unfortunately, I found nothing. So either I was too late and she moved on, or it was the wrong state. I lost a bit of hope, until the other night.
Nebula posted on Sammie's blog, saying she was taking Sammie to the lake for some fresh air. At first, I thought that it was nothing of importance, but then I remembered what Diana had told me: something was being guarded at the lake. I took yet another chance. Yesterday, when I got out of work, I drove to the lake by me. I took my cane-sword with me, so as not to really be conspicuous. I walked around the lake and found nothing. I took a deep breath, and I risked walking into the woods.
I didn't have to go far. I guess it was maybe about 100 feet in, there was a small clearing surrounded by trees. This is where I had my play sword fights as a kid. This time, I saw two people there. One of them had a mask on, and the other didn't. The one without the mask. She was a few inches shorter than me, fair skin. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, somewhat skinny. Kinda attractive. I felt that this was Sammy, and Masky there was Nebula. They were both just standing there. So, I called out.
Me: Sammie!
Mask-less: Hello Lucien.
Me: Um.......Sammie? Are you ok?
Mask-less: I am not Sammie. (points at the figure in the mask) That is Sammie. She's rather quiet. But she is well. As am I. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lucien.
Me: Nebula. You bitch, what did you do to her?
Nebula: Me? I did not do anything. She just happens to be the quiet type of Hallowed.
Me: But it's because of you she is like this. How dare you come after my friend!
Nebula: I do what my Master asks of me. She brought herself into this world. I merely helped her choose the correct side.
Me: Your Master? I will tell you what I think of your Master! (pull the sword out from the cane)
Nebula: Would it not be easier to use your words, Lucien? We wouldn't want Sammie getting hurt here, would we? (she pulls a baseball bat from a sheath on her back)
Me: Words won't save Sammie. Only action.
Nebula: You won't be saving her. She will be staying with me.
Me: We'll see about that. (start walking forward, sword pointed at Nebula)
At this point, Nebula raises her bat and holds it to defend herself. She pushes Sammie out of the way, and that's when I charge in.
You know, I always forgot that I don't exactly have much speed. For a younger girl, though, she moved fast with that bat. Almost like it didn't weigh anything. I'm just thankful I've been working with my sword for years, or I never would have kept up.
I managed to cut across her clothes and arms several times, but she slammed me with the butt of the bat in my right leg, right where I got kicked by the horse and punched by the proxy by my job. I'm limping at this point, but not done yet. I'm not losing Sammie when I came this close to saving her. I manage to parry the bat out of Nebula's hands, and I stabbed at her right arm. I didn't run through it, but did start bleeding. I pulled back and stabbed her right leg too, creating the same effect. She screamed in pain, and I took this moment to grab Sammie and start running. Before I got far, though, Nebula caught up to me and swung the bat at my head. I ducked almost in time, but still got a good amount of the blow. I turned around, and Nebula caught my left arm with a pocket knife. She stabbed it hard and deep. There was a huge gash, so much blood coming out. I pulled the knife out and I threw it at her, but she ducked down. As she did that, she recoiled in pain again from the stab to her leg. I ran as best as I could with Sammie, got into my car and started driving to the nearest hospital. I passed out as I was parking and managed to get what I could out in my entry.
They stitched up my arm here, and they said I only have a mild concussion, thankfully.
Sammie, though.
She's Hallowed. She won't respond to me. Barely even a twitch. I don't know what to do. I would try to contact Jeff The Keeper, but he's decided to sacrifice himself. I need Cheska. She has the cure. She can help me here.
Ugh, the doctors are back, ready to take me for testing. When it's done, they said that Donnie is here too, and that he wants to ask me questions about what happened. At least it's him I'll be talking to, not any other cops who wouldn't listen.
Kay, when I'm done here, I'm coming over by you. Sammie is gonna need a place to stay. I'll be sticking around too, just to keep an eye on her.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I did it
Updating in the car
Driving to the hospital now
Can't see straight
Lots of blood loss, damn that knife
But it doesn't matter
I told you Nebula...............I didn't abandon her.
I told you Vindicta................I would save her.
I may not be a great man, but I can say today was a success.
Darby, this one is for you.
I got her.
I got Sammie.
There it is, the P
Driving to the hospital now
Can't see straight
Lots of blood loss, damn that knife
But it doesn't matter
I told you Nebula...............I didn't abandon her.
I told you Vindicta................I would save her.
I may not be a great man, but I can say today was a success.
Darby, this one is for you.
I got her.
I got Sammie.
There it is, the P
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