I've been staying a step ahead of it. My shadow. Whatever the fuck that thing is that threatens me with death every time I stop moving. I'm hoping that being ahead of schedule will help keep me from falling back under its chill.
I try not to look in the woods nowadays. I always expect to see it there. That gnarled, malevolent tree, oozing thick, putrid blood.
Sometimes the worst part is who I see upon it.
The Runners...so many of them. All impaled, or resting upon its branches, their innards spilled out around it as if some sort of visceral halo. It’s....fuck...
it's numbing, Look I know you all aren't too sure about this monstrosity, but let me assure you it's fucking real.
My heart fucking stopped, and shards of ice were thrust into my body upon SEEING the monstrosity. I was pulled unto the ground as if gravity had tripled, and an unseen weight was pressing upon me.
And there at its roots, it sapped my strength.
To free the souls of those before, I fight.
I've been cutting through some backyards these last few minutes, as I typo repeatedly. Fucking dog comes from nowhere, head of steam, and tries to take my leg off. Just came running full speed, snarling. It backed off when I didn't run. Heh, it ran off whimpering.
Can't show fear to lower life forms. I've seen much worse than a dog protecting his home.
Reminds me of my situation, now that I think about it.
If he had stood up to me, maybe...just maybe I would've fallen before his bite. Perhaps, if another succumbs not to fear, perhaps one day, we will fell our own foe.
Not that he's shown himself to me, not anymore.
So anyway, I told both of you readers of mine that I'd fill you in on this new Rika. The psycho that's been pissing me off.
First, I think her name's Erika, I could swear I heard that when I first saw her, so that means she chose to go by 'Rika', to remind me of past issues.
That's not a problem, Rika 1.0 wasn't exactly a criminal mastermind.
And one last thing before I tell this short story...I know that some of you always found my altercations with Rika 1.0 to be humorous, and are probably expecting some sort of callback to my focused attentions on her rump.
I can respect that, we all need a laugh sometime.
Okay, what the fuck's up with the animals out here, just had two cats screech and run away. Swear, if I find that someone's out here abusing animals, I'll be dispensing some instant justice.
A few weeks ago I was chillin at some Starbucks. Not necessarily a net savvy kind of guy, but it's a place to charge my phone, and relax. No one seems to mind a guy just hanging out. Plus Runners hang out there sometimes, due to free wifi....
Got no fucking idea why this phone is still working. I figured whoever was footing Nessa's bill would've cancelled service by now.
Heh, Evil is footing the bills, that's sort of funny.
I was sitting on one of those nicer leather couches, relaxing. I left all my 'work related' items outside, in an alley, that I can view from here. Last I checked, uppity pretentious baristas tend to frown on 18 inches of sharpened replica POS steel on their premises.
I was typing away, making some comments, trying to explain the...ah...precarious position I've been shoehorned into by otherworldly forces, when someone sits down beside me, within arm’s reach.
Being as I'm a personal space sort of guy, I looked, already disgusted.
She didn't notice me at first, so I glanced at her for a moment.
She wore pigtails that seemed to be everywhere around her. Her skin tone was dark, but with a rich brown hue to it. Coupled with this svelte, runner's frame, was the fact she wore a tight red buttonless blouse of some sort, that showed off her more than properly endowed bust line. The low slung jeans only added to the tantalizing appearance of the woman.
And then she smiled at me.
I turned away, deciding it was time to leave. So as I pushed off against the couch, using a hand to prop myself up, I felt her hand slip under mine as I moved.
Muttering an apology, I felt the need to return to my work. I hate the feeling of vulnerability, without my added protection from whatever mindfuckery abounds. I felt the mask in my hoodie's pocket comfortingly.
My sword was where I left it, even as I scowled at it being so close to filth and garbage, this instrument of purification....
Her>>> "Running off so soon, sugar? You barely even let me say 'Hello'"
I spun around, my sheathed blade in hand.
The beautiful woman had followed me, bounding after me. Bouncing. I was caught off guard
Me>>> "Oh...sorry, I can't stay, Miss. Goodbye"
She stayed up with me.
Her>>> "You sure you can't stick around for five minutes? What's your hurry?"
Again I begged off of her, as I proceeded to hoist my backpack, and depart. Moments later I heard a clatter of noise from behind me.
She had picked up a small sledge hammer. Must've been in the alley for some reason. Now, she had become a threat.
Me>>> Are...you alright?
Her>>> Oh I'm fine, Sugar...But I'll be even better after you and I get done having a little fun here.
I kept my sword sheath before me. She may be after my nonexistent money, but she didn't need to die.
Me>>> What do you want?
Her>>> Wow you are thick, Sugar. How the mighty fall, huh Zero?"
She knew my name.
She kicked a trash box out of the way.
Her>>> Or do you prefer Remnant?
Then she laughed lightly, sighing wistfully at the end.
Her>>> Here I am all prettied up, ready to go, and who do I stumble across, but the 'Sage of Nothing' himself.
I didn't respond. She might've been a Runner, she was certainly in shape for it...
Her>>> Name's Rika, Sugar. Now let's dance!
I readied to defend myself. Thoughts of chivalry were tossed to the curb. If this psycho wanted to take me on, there was no quarter to be given.
Giggling, she raised the hammer over her head, with both arms clasping it.
And then her smile faded. Rika froze in her tracks, as she stared over my shoulder.
Something caught her eye, but I wasn't foolish enough to look away. Not with an eight pound sledge so close to me.
I took advantage, drawing the blade finally.
She retreated a few steps
Rika>>> Well...there goes my fun. We'll have to play later, Sugar."
Her voice wavered as she fled.
I took the cue to investigate what she had seen. There was a parking lot, and an empty street.
So that means she saw the monster just then, and I did not.
Why was she afraid?