Friday, March 4, 2011

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.


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


  1. They want us both to stop. They always want us all to stop something. Course, that doesn't mean we should. Stay strong.

    Oh, and don't be so uptight about Spender. He's really quite an awesome guy.

  2. You know, I don't react this way when it comes to you and your girlfriend, why on earth are you being so uptight about me? Did you get the note from my place? Sorry I couldn't wait for you, had to get to work. What did it say? I'm worried sick right now.