I’ve been alone for so long that I forgot what it
was like to miss someone. It’s been at least seven years since I stopped having
friends and about four that I quit all human contact altogether. I don’t know
why I haven’t gone Numb, by now, and part of me is wondering if it was because
this is still in me. The ability to
care.
And the ability to sound like an angsty teenage
girl. I’m making myself sick, but the idea that Blair might be dead or worse
just won’t leave me alone. When we finally admitted to ourselves that searching
was no good if we were exhausted, and tried to sleep – it was there. Woke up,
and it was there. All day, it was THERE. Blair’s horse is anxious and neither
of us know how to really take care of a regular horse, much less one from a
different time.
Curtis is observant, at least, he’s giving it a shot
right now. Trying to feed Windmill despite the fact that the horse seems to
hate both of us. At least, he isn’t fond
of us.
The only clue we’ve got to go on was a bit of rope,
left behind. Other than that…who knows.
We’ve decided the best course of action is to look
into any and all Fear activity in the area. See if any of it is linked to
Blair, the Vision, or this Willing Doll. If need be, we can get help – I’ve
tortured proxies for more than just information, before, and they can be
freaking sure I’ll do it again. Even if Blair was killed, it’s better to know
about it.
Blair had better not have been killed. But, it’s
selfish for me to think that. Death can be better than…some things.
In my opinion you'd be hard pressed to find something that Death isn't better than...
ReplyDeleteOh yay! Torture lessons!
ReplyDeleteI prefer slowly drowning them if possible. What your method?
~INSANITY
Depends on what you're torturing. Take Timberwolves. I like sticking crosses in very intimate places.
DeleteI'm half crazy all for the love of you~
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