Report #40 2012, December 7th
A Bond

All soldiers, all of them, in a sense are soldiers, like me, I am able to understand them, talk to them about things other than about IT, that's bad, but it feels good.

I have been walking around their base for two days now, each day trying to find a way out, a route to escape and most of the time, I would end up talking to them, about them, about me, how we ended up here, what we had before, where we were before, who we were before, talking to them about life, something I never talked about in ten years now, it felt good, but it was wrong, so very wrong.

I'm falling apart, I actually started wondering if I want to leave this place at all, we have a common target, all of us here understand each other better than any runner understands their fellow runner, same goes for a proxy. This is wrong, I can feel it, but maybe I was destined to die in the wrong? I was in the wrong for ten years now, maybe what is wrong for me, is the correct thing in life? A life where getting emotional is normal, is not a weakness, not a liability, I don't know what I want anymore.

Why does this blog exist? Was it really for "recording" purposes? Or was it just because I wanted to talk to people, because this was the only way I could do that? I don't even know myself anymore, loosing it, have to get myself together.

So far I'm pondering if I should stay here, tomorrow I will start going on missions, I'll give it a week, then I will decide if I want to stay with these people, see if I was wrong all these ten years.

I hope not, other wise I wasted ten years on nothing.

Report #40 Ended.

Report #39 2012, December 6th
Getting used to

A room, with a bed, good food served everyday, highly secure base of operations, weaponry, tech, these guys sure know how to handle themselves. But we all know very well that there's nothing that can protect you from IT, I would escape, but the problem is, they would shoot me down on sight, labeling me as a traitor.

Those guys have lot's of men here, some computer geeks, some trained soldiers or Ex-Marines even, all of them having access to military equipment, either these guys work for a higher organization, like FBI or some other shit like that, either these guys are mercenaries.

Recently I asked why did they recruit me? The answer was simple, I survived for a very long time, proved that I can handle myself and survive, they needed recruits like that. Now my bargaining rights were not that good, I either joined them, or they put a bullet trough my forehead and be done with it.

I have been given two days of rest, then I am officially going on missions, which mostly consist of wiping out those Proxies, now you may ask, why don't I want to stay with them? They seem to be doing the same thing I wanted to do. Well because, we all know strength does not lie in numbers when it comes to our tall friend. I need to get out of this "Organization" and fast, but have no idea how.

Report #39 Ended.

Report #38 2012, December 5th
The Return

I'm back, to be clear this is Incognito, I don't know what made that fuck Kelevra stop using my Blog, but it is clear that he has all the access to my equipment back in my Van, which makes me pretty fucking pissed.

Must apologize in advance for any of he's mind fucking comments on other blogs.

Now to explain my disappearance, remember that I was about to go into another Proxy base undercover? Well that actually worked, you will not believe how fucking giant that Church is, what you will not believe is how many there was of those fucks, simply unbelievable.

But overall I got myself into The Church, fooling them, making them think I was one of them (Another weakness noted: Easily fooled), it was a recruitment center of sorts and a place where they sacrificed runners, so much blood on that fucking table, you will not believe.

But what was least expected, is a bunch of some sort of soldiers breaking trough every fucking hole in the building, those guys were very well armed, all of them had full body vests something you can not get so easily. Those people were professionals. Not one second passes as they start cleaning house, I had to react fast and take cover under those Church benches which are long as fuck, provided me with enough cover, it was a blood shed, Proxies didn't waste much time either, there was a lot more of them and they used those odds to take out some of those soldiers, one of them dropped a gun, a 5.56mm rifle, fucking hell, those things don't lie around in shops, this was some serious weaponry and I had it in my hands, there is a Heaven.

I have no idea how much ammo this thing has, so save up the bullets as much as I can, steadily crawling over to the nearest exit, but when I was out, I was knocked out.

Next thing, I wake up near some sort of building deep in the forest, looks abandoned, but inside, a fucking base of operations. Next thing I know, I'm being dragged by those soldiers inside the building, they put me in an interrogation room and asked me questions, they didn't really explain who they were, they just called themselves "The Organization", apparently they deal in Proxy wipe out an study of the pale faced fuck, kept me locked in that fucking room for a month.

Meanwhile, Kelevra, gets access to my Van and takes over my blog, right now I'm in The Organization's base, they trust me, they checked my story, they don't know who I am, but they know what I've been trough is true, right now, I'm in their base, using their PC to post this.

Also, I'm working for them now, to be more precise part of their elimination squad, I don't like doing it, but as long as they give me shelter, I will have to work with them.

Got a lot of catching up to do.

Report #38 Ended.

Report #37 2012, November 25th
The pain......wait.

You will not BELIEVE the day I had!

Ended up with a lot of scratches on my body, and a dislocated shoulder, but you know what? I don't care! Because I don't feel it. I'm in this sort of paralyzed state where I can't feel anything, that's right kiddies! And if you ask on how I am able to move? Instinct sweet hearts, I used to feel when I walked, I just remember how to walk, and here I am walking, at first felt a little awkward walking without feeling the ground under your feet, but you get used to it.

So how did I end up with all of this shit? Well there was this group of runners, who were much older then simple teens, me and a group of my associates were about to take them down, what I didn't expect is for them to pretend to be runners, they weren't runners, they were that fucking organization that is bent on taking my Boss down. Fuck cunts got their silenced pistols out on my group, but not on me, for you see, I'm a smart cookie, I got in trough the window from behind, approached them and they had these big ass machetes stuck to their legs in those big ass pockets, I don't know how they are called!

I snatch one machete real quick and slice away! I love machetes, they are so fast, amazing weapon. Anyway, they quickly turn around, of course surprised that their friend just fell beside them without a head, and that split second allowed my group to charge at them, all of them fell, some of them dropped their guns, some didn't, because of that we had a couple of losses. In the end I and couple of my colleagues were able to disarm those with guns for good (Slicing their hands off). But that didn't stop them, no those were trained, fucking professionals, they stood their ground, with all their machetes in hand, my colleagues were weaponless, they had no idea how to use a gun (Stupid, brainless cunt buckets), only thing they could use was a cold weapon, which they didn't have (I TOLD THEM TO BRING KNIVES!), so I'm the only one with a weapon, which makes me a target. What they didn't realize is that I could use a gun, I just had to get to it, they either knew my ability to use a gun, or they didn't want to take any risks, they ran at us swinging those fucking things so swiftly, as if they were made out of rubber, my Colleagues one by one fell down on the ground bleeding to death, but they did their part perfectly, they held the fuckers off for long enough, for me to get the gun. I had no idea how much that gun held bullets, I had to be careful and save up as much ammo as I could, every bullet was a path to salvation (I should be an author!).

In the end there was just me and this woman, both of us were injured like hell, I think she lost a couple of fingers on her hand, while my shoulder was definitely dislocated, the difference between us was that I couldn't feel pain, gave me an advantage. When she stabbed me with the machete, I could see it, but not feel it, I didn't hesitate for a second, she didn't expect that, in the end, her head ended up on the ground. I can safely say that The Organization is now operating in this area, which is total bull.

But every party has a pooper, that's why they invited themselves, party poopers.

So yeah having a blast here, how bout you guys? ;)

Report #37 To be continued...

Report #36 November 23rd
Thanksgiving

Oh God, thank you for all the destruction you have made by creating this world, thank you for giving me the vision in what is the true path, thank you for creating such creatures like my Boss, for without them, all this chaos would not reign. Thank you for created human life, for without that I wouldn't get to enjoy, the joy of destruction and chaos, I also would not meet Incognito, most sincere thank you.

It's a pity I won't be going to you God, but I guess that's how we choose our paths, besides I'd rather enjoy it down there, where chaos reigns all day, it's my home, mine and Incognito's.

Also thank you for the upcoming experiences, I love the fact that I was given life, to fulfill what I was intended to do, I thank you for giving me life, to do what I love.


Alright, now that, that's out of the way, happy thanks giving everyone, remember to check for human heads before eating that good ol' fashioned turkey!

To be honest I don't really care for thanksgiving, but I do say an occasional prayer on this day, somehow it gives my purpose a much more ironic side, which I find to be he-ha-larious!

News from the other side, tell me that my dear friend Incognito is still alive, though at given time can not access the internet, nor can he go back to he's van, he's in a tight situation right now, so yeah, at least he's alive, right?

Well I think that is all I wanted to say today, look out boys and girls, there's crap load of shit going on, on celebration days especially ;).

Ta Ta For Now.

Report #36 Ended.

Report #35 2012, November 20th (Why does he write down dates, when they clearly show what date it is on the site...weirdo!)
Is this thing on?

HEY KIDDIES!

I'm the guy with who Incognito had a conversation at the cafe, he referred to me as in "???" I find that to be so rude, I mean I have a name ya know, it's Kelevra. Love how my name sounds, sounds so slippery and dangerous, I love my Mom for giving me such a name. Too bad she can't be with us...Getting off track aren't I?

Alright, in short, Incognito is still alive, though not going to tell you where, I believe he will tell everything when he has the chance. And no I'm not him, unlike some people, he knows how to keep himself in check.

Who am I? Simple, a Proxy and I have reasons to be hacking and following our good ol' friend Incognito, oh also I know who he is, but I don't want to tell he's identity, don't want anyone to spoil my fun.

So yeah, I'll be on he's account for a while til he returns, oh also, later today I will upload something here, or maybe not today, we'll see how my schedule goes, Big Boss doesn't always give you enough time to fuck around with your targets, he usually preserves that pleasure for himself. Well ya know what I say? Fuck him, been a while since I have met such a person like Incognito, oh God we will have fun together!

Also don't worry, Big Boss can't do shit to me, there's a reason he kept me along for such a long time, probably same reason he keeps everyone around, amusement.

But enough chit chat, I got shit to do ya know, a Proxies job is never done, so many lives to ruin, oh don't worry I'll come back later on today, I said I would try to upload something interesting right? Well I will, until then, TTFN!

Report #35 Put on hold-saurus...(Serious dots! Engage!)

Report #35 Oh So Deliciously Continued

Hey kiddies, I'm back, boy I got to do so many wonderful things today! So many oh so delicious things.

I also killed two dumb bitches, by God were they dumb. I mean, get this! They thought they could get rid of my Boss, just by forgetting that he ever existed, I will treasure their faces forever when they understood that all their attempts were worthless!

Anyways on a side note, I promised a surprise today, well too bad, can't show it to ya yet, I just came back from a day filled with murder and chaos and am pretty exhausted, so if you don't mind I would like to relax, it would take me a while to upload this "Gift".

Also, still no signs of Incognito, hope he's not dead, although they could easily kill him off, starting to wonder if me leaving him there was a bad idea...oops said too much! Now now no peeking ;)

I guess for now, while he's gone, I'll be the host of this blog, it seems that everyone gets a kick out of this blogging business and I decided to give it a whirl, while he's Van is open to trespassers.

Well he has a lot of blogs which he follows, it's going to be a busy night of reading, but oh well I got nothing better to do.

Welp see ya tomorrow kiddies ;)

Kelevra singing out.

Report #35 Ended.

Report #34 2012, November 18th
Before Hell

So it's almost time, currently 7 PM, 2 hours until I take my leave into that church. Got myself a nifty mask, a stupid looking hoodie, so yeah dressed in some weird shit.

I'm not worried if one of them finds this blog and reads my plan, they won't be able to identify me, I didn't say the name I will go by, or how my outfit looks like, so I'm not worried about that.

I'm going in completely "naked" and by "naked" I mean weaponless, I have nothing with me, not even my shooting knife (I miss that thing).

Hope I won't be fucked in a matter of seconds, got 2 more hours, might as well look how other's are doing.

Report #34 Put on hold...

Report #34 Continued

1 hour to go, 1 fucking hour until I put my head in the lions mouth.

Listening to music right now, Russian songs, Viktor Tsoy from the band Kino (Movie) to be precise, God that man died early, he was fucking awesome. Still would remember how I and my buddies would sit outside, listening to this, the best song that describes my situation right now is Stuk (Knocking).

Music helps you to clear up your mind, first the memories bust in, then you just fade away and forget about everything, nothing but your current situation is presented in front of you, the only thing you can do is just shut up and do what you must do.

I love music.

Report #34 Put on hold...

Report #34 Continued

I guess it's time to die.

Report #34 Ended.

Report #33 2012, November 17th
What's going on?

I am puzzled over here, completely puzzled, let me explain.

Moments ago, I went to scout the area a little more, this time I bought some binoculars so I could see inside, what I saw was of course unsettling, but for the most part strange.

They were killing people there, yes, they were either sacrificing them, or using them for ritual shit, I don't know! As far as I'm concerned they are all fucked and deserve to die. But what was weird, is that they were killing other masked men (or women), were they killing their own? I had no idea what was going on, and those bird guys...they collected the blood into numerous jars, labeled them and put them inside their briefcases. This whole thing was sick, I don't even want to know what they did with that blood, they can shove it where the sun don't shine as far as I'm concerned.

Main question here is, why were they killing their own men? Unless those weren't their men, I'm lost here, I really am. This changes my plan's a lot, I wanted to raid the place and kill everyone, leave one fucker alive to ask questions, but I understand I won't be getting any info out of any of them, I need to go in there and get my own answers, how am I going to do that you ask? Well call me crazy, but I'm going to do something Lisa Sile did in her blog, that is to put on a costume and get into this fucking church, I don't know if it will work I hope it will, but I don't have any other options here.

They gather at that fucking church at exactly 9 PM, and I mean it, not a minute late.

So tomorrow I'm going shopping for a mask, a hoodie and hopefully some gun, though this town doesn't seem to have any shops that sell those, which is a shame.

Hopefully I won't get fucked in a matter of seconds.

Report #33 Ended.

Report #32 2012, November 16th
A Church

Really!? Out of all things that they could have made their base, it's a fucking abandoned church!? REALLY!? What the fuck!? I should set the place a blaze, but my craving for information is much more stronger then desire. Besides if I kill all of them off, there wouldn't be any hunches. So I have scouted during the day, saw no one inside, not a sound, nothing, but hwy should I? It's fucking day, of course they have to do their crazy shit during the night.

On a side note, was good to have a sort of day off, nothing followed me, I made sure of that.

As for the skinny fuck, I think he is busy with others, buys me some time to inflict the damage.

I need to see how many of those fucks gather in this fucking church, which means I'm going to have to wait til the night, fuck me.

Report #32 Put on hold...

Report #32 Continued.

Just came back from scouting the area, holy fucking shit, there is a lot more of them, it's like the whole fucking town came inside that Church, this is going to take a lot of planning, holy shit.

The Church seemed like a recruitment center or something, because unlike the last base I was at, in this one they were doing some rituals and shit. Not sure tough.

One thing's for sure, all of them had different masks on, some wore dark robes, other's simple hoodies, there were two in particular that stood out, they both had these bird looking masks and both of them were dressed in suits, the suits were identical, who were they, that was the main question for now.

They don't seem to know that I'm here, good, real good.

Report #32 Ended.

Report #31 2012, November 15th
Arrival

And I have finally arrived at my destination, now I can tell you what country I am at, good ol' USA, been here couple of times when I used to work for KGB, good old days of me not running away from Mr. Slim Jim.

I have found myself a hideout, got ready, had to leave a lot of my firearms back where I was, do you know what would happen if I would get caught with such armory when I was passing countries? Didn't want to take the chances, don't worry I destroyed the weapons, no body can acquire them.

Once I get a good night of sleep, I will go scouting for the directions I have, trying to find this Proxy base. Only scouting, since I have no weapons with me, no attacks, only planning.

God I'm sleepy.

Report #31 Ended.

Report #30 2012, November 13th
Update

This is an update on what's going down right now, I am currently making my way to the proxy base that I had found the location of in that awful flower shop.

Awful part is that this place is located in a different country, I have been making my way to that country for 2 days now, no sleep, no rest, not going to start relaxing. Almost there, when I get there, I will tell you what country I'm at, don't want anyone knowing too early where I'm headed.

As you would have imagined, while on road there is no connection to the internet, so that's the reason behind my absence. Just stopped at a gas station, fueling my van up right now, they have Wi-Fi here, connected up to it, updating it.

Honestly the only uncomfortable thing about travelling to another country, is that you can't sleep. Money isn't a problem for me, as are documents, now rest, that's a real pain in the ass.

Well, the Van is full, don't know when I'm going to arrive, or when I'll get the next connection to the internet, we'll see.

Going to look around for any updates on blogs which I follow, maybe comment on some of them, then onto the road again.

Report #30 Ended.

Report #29 2012, November 11th
Mind Games

Returned yesterday, head was throbbing like crazy, couldn't update on Report #28, had to end it and start a new one for this.

So I arrived at my destination, it was indeed a trap, but a trap with information, a flower shop.

I come inside the shop and there is nobody but the shop keeper, seemed like an ordinary girl, 21 I think, not sure, I had a distinct feeling that I knew her from somewhere, but I just couldn't remember, that feeling made me go on my guard.

I presented myself as a detective investigating a crime, presented to her one of my fake documents and asked her if she, by any chance saw anything out of the ordinary around there.

Here's the conversation as I remember it:

W: "No, not really, it comes to me as a surprise too"

I: "What does and why?"

W: "The fact that there was a crime around these parts, something like this never happened here before, what exactly had happened?"

I: "Can't really tell you"

W: "Oh well then, I'm sorry I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary"

A minute of silence, I looked around, I tried to catch a glimpse of anything that connected to IT, but saw nothing.

W: "Though..." She broke the silence.

W: "I did see a man right here today, he was cold, emotionless, he's stare, nothing there..."

I put my hand on the gun, she was clearly talking about me.

W: "Yes, just like that...HE ENDED IT!"

She yelled the last part out, after that I couldn't believe it, she was literally flying at me with such speed, I had no time to take out my gun and aim it, as she was flying right at me I saw her slowly dissolving into air. Then I felt air hitting me, as if a wind blower was pointed right at me, couple of seconds later I started couching, that air entered into my nose and mouth at the same time. Then the truly weird part began.

I heard someone in my head, it wasn't the woman, the voice was so messed up, I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, probably neither. She was talking to me, explaining to me things, this is what I heard in my head:

"You know why he did that? He realized how meaningless he's life is, he was all alone, like a rock, he had no one, had no feelings, only he's goal, once he realized how unreachable it was, he just ended it, here today!"

My body was shaking, she was seizing control, hypnotizing me, yelling to me:

"TAKE IT OUT! FINISH IT!"

I was pointing my gun at my head, about to shoot myself, then I realized, I remembered all her explanations earlier and thought to myself "What makes those days, any different from any other's I had so far? Why should I end it today? No, not today.". I got my will back, started couching, I was couching so hard I could barely stand, but as I was couching, I felt her air leave my body, I resisted, but my head hurt like hell after that.

But on the plus side, I found the next Proxy base of operations, going to pay them a visit soon.

Report #29 Ended.

Report #28 2012, November 9th
A Hunch

Quick post, I followed the Proxies directions, am at my desired destination, a little confused, think he lied, still going to check.

Will tell more later today.

Report #28 Put on hold...

Report #28 Ended.

Report #27 2012, November 8th
Hunters.

Idiots! Idiots! Inexperienced idiots!

Alright, let me calm down over here, so what had happened.

I'm still in this God forsaken town, wanted posters are actually getting ripped off now, murders are being forgotten and soon enough I will be on a move on.

Let me explain my absence, someone has been snooping around the crime scene, and it wasn't me, nor the Proxy I had a conversation with, in the cafe. Some hooded figure, cops didn't notice him since there were crap load of pedestrians passing by there on a daily basis, they paid no mind to him. I sure did. For those of you who might ask, I was inside my Van, the Van was parked near the crime scene, saw everything trough my windows.

So I waited for this guy to leave, he had a look around, and started leaving, from there on I followed him from my Van. Finally he walked into the wooded area, that was my cue, but to my surprise, some three fucks enter the wooded area as well, also following this guy, how could I tell? They had their weapons drawn (Mostly knives). Those were some runners, that's what I believed, I didn't stop them, I needed a distraction, they worked fine.

I get out of my Van and sneak into the wooded area as well, but from a different angle. I reached all four of them, the hooded guy was lying on the ground bleeding, 3 of them standing over him, I was about to shoot them, I thought they were proxies, I was wrong, and I didn't have to waste a single bullet. IT came out of nowhere, even I didn't see where IT came from, IT grabbed one of the guys with he's tentacles and smashed him against the tree several times, I could hear every bone cracking, snapping, breaking. The guy was screaming, every time he was hit against a tree he's scream would interrupt roughly, as if a record was being paused abruptly.

Two others froze in fear, amateurs, shows that they haven't been that long at this game, if they had any experience, they would immediately run, no freezing, no fear, just running.

Well too bad for them, I'm not going to describe what IT did to them, will be a waste of time.

After IT had, IT's fun, IT left. I don't know if IT hadn't seen me, or saw me but left me be, but IT's mistake.

The Proxy who was stabbed was still alive, at first he didn't talk, but after a while, of showing my knife deep under he's nails, he broke.

He told me everything what I wanted to know.

What I wanted to know was, is there any other Proxy shelters around here, or in close radius. After he told me, I got rid of him and left the Town.

So what is my plan? From all the blogs that I have red, not only does IT start sending IT's lackeys, IT also has competition. IT's busy, IT's not working as efficiently as IT used to, perfect time to bring some more losses. I will be cruising around the world, taking out as many Proxy bases as I can, bringing major loss, I hope, better then doing nothing tough.

Now what I need is your help. I understand there is not many people who read this blog, but there are some, because I get views, if you have some free time, or information on any base, or shelter, of these Proxies, please inform me what country it's at, town, and that is all I will be needing.

Of course I won't be slacking off myself, I have the current location of their base, every time I hit a base, I will get the information of the next one. That's the basics of the plan, we'll see how it will go.

Report #27 Ended.

Report #26 2012, November 6th
A Day.

Spent a whole day, yesterday, just starring, starring into nothingness, just sitting in my Van, analyzing my situation, my life, trying to form a plan, but most of all, thinking about these dreams I have been having, not nightmares, they are dreams, dreams of a good life.

What happens in those dreams are mostly images, of me always in company of some woman, with two kids, yeah, my family. Yet I don't know them, I never seen them in my life and they keep showing up in my dreams, is it my future? No, it can't be, no second chances are given.

It could be showing me what I could have, if I didn't make certain choices.

It definitely can not be something I want, because I don't want that.

This whole dream process was activated from that encounter with that woman, before that encounter I didn't have dreams, or nightmares, I didn't have anything, I just slept.

It might mean that she is somewhere close, trying to catch me off guard.

However, every night I find the urge to end the dream, that is to remember all the pain IT has caused to so many, remember all the victims, remember all the people I killed, I instantly wake up, breaking the dream up, I wake up not out of guilt, no, I wake up, just because I know, if I don't, I might die, it all works on instincts and nothing else.

Had to bring my thoughts back together in this post, I've been getting out of shape, time to wake up.

Report #26 Ended.

Report #25 2012, November 4th
Stalker

Gotta make it short, someone's been following me ever since that police murder incident. How do I know?

Well he's starring at me right now, trough the window of a cafe, it's really hard not to notice him, he's holding a dark umbrella over he's head, while there is no rain outside, no one finds this weird, yet they certainly see him, because they walk around him.

You know who that guy is? The real police murderer a.k.a. Mr. 9/06 I presume.

How do I know?

That big ass grin even shines under he's umbrella. He's all dressed in black, black long trench coat that covers he's body, black gloves, black leather boots.

I can already tell that he's some freak, lets see for how long he can stand there.

Report #25 Put on hold...

Report #25 Continued.

Well he didn't stand there for long, came right in and sat with me, no thinking was required for me to pull out my gun and start pointing it at him under the table, but as I expected he didn't even care.

Apparently he wanted to have a conversation, this is what I remember from what we talked about, I couldn't really see what he looked like, all I could see is he's wide grin sticking out from under he's hood.



Being the kind of person I am, I started the conversation:

I. "You do realize that I can kill you right now"

???. "Yes, but you won't, thanks to my anonymous tip, you can not afford attracting attention, am I right?"

He's voice was so overconfident, annoying, but he was right.

I. "So your Mr. 9/06 I presume?"

This was the surprising part.

???. "Who? Oh you must mean that masked guy who dragged your unconscious ass away, as I was stabbing that police woman?"

So he wasn't the one messing with me, that left the question of who he was.

I. "So then who are you? One of them?"

???. "You could say that, but not entirely."

I. "So what do you want?"

???. "To deliver a message, but mostly to look at you, in the night it was quite dark."

I. "What message, from your lord and master?"

???. "Yeah him, he sends he's regards, he is amused with your progress...he's not the only one."

I. "What do you mean?"

???. "Are you really that stupid, why do you think I sent out that anonymous tip to the police!? I wanted to talk to you, look at you, I wasn't disappointed."

He's grin got bigger.

I. "What a pawn like you, would possibly want with me?"

???. "As I told you already, you amuse me, your cold, your emotionless, I..."

I think the freak teared up at this part a little.

???. "I never met anyone like you, we will have a grando time!"

I. "And here I thought that I was the target of interest only for your master"

???. "Forget him, all he wants is to finally break you, I don't want that, I shouldn't even be here talking to you, to be quite honest."

I. "And you risked your life, only to have a chat with me? I thought he kills those who disobey him."

???. "Oh he does, he does, yet he can not kill me, for the simple reason that I amuse him as much as you do, he keeps me around, like so many others of he's servants, because we amuse him, it's just that, not many of us risk to bend the rules, those who don't are really worthless."

I. "Yeah whatever...so what now? We just sit here?"

???. Oh no, in about 30 minutes I will have to go, you can lower your gun, I won't attack you."

I. "No thanks I'll pass, what makes you think, once you leave, I won't follow you and release a full magazine into your cranium?"

???. "You can try, no really try, maybe you will succeed, in the mean time, wasn't some coffee? On me."

I. "Whatever."

From there we just sat there in silence, once the cups were brought it, he like a theatrical son of a bitch, raised he's cup and said:

???. "To destruction!"

From there on we just sat in silence, he starring at my eyes, having this expression of amazement on he's mouth, occasionally drinking he's coffee, once he left the building, I tried to follow but he disappeared.

Just got back, quite pissed, I'm going to call it a night for today.

Report #25 Ended.

Report #24 2012, November 3d
Wanted.

Fuck!

That's how I'm starting out my report, that word describes my current situation perfectly. I'm wanted for killing that police woman, no worries they won't think of checking here, there's so many blogs with these, they would get lost.

Apparently an anonymous tip and my description was give to the police, those fools have blamed me of the murder in their local news station of all the murders, wanted posters have already been glued throughout all this small town, their officials are checking out everyone who is leaving the town, so I'm pretty much stuck here.

They wouldn't post anything about the murders of criminals because they were nobodies to them, but when a police officer dies, all hell goes lose, shows you how careless this town is. I find it to be quiet ironic, that I clean up their streets and they accuse and hunt me for the crime I didn't commit based on an anonymous tip, but whatever I don't care.

Just have to lay low for now, which means I'm stuck in my Van, nothing to do but research those Fears and read other blogs.

Report #24 Put on Hold...

Report #24 Ended.

Report #23 2012, November 2nd
Mr. 9/06.

First thing first, list of injuries. Legs hurt as fuck, the part that hurts more are the knees, such fucking pain, like you have no idea. Head is throbbing as hell, must have took a couple of shots to the head, traces of blood from my nose, ribs hurt. Yeah, not that bad.

So what happened last night, as I said, I went out to dispose of the bastards that were outside, maybe ask for some information, but I doubt they would have told me anything, they had that glare of loyalty in their eyes. So I had to forget about the information and just dispose of them. I walked up to them, grabbing out my gun and with no hesitation shooting 3 of them in the head, one collapsed instantly (Must have been the weakest) 2 of them burst out running at me and then falling on me (With a bullet hole in their craniums), they fell on top of me, knocking me down, making me drop my gun, the rest 3 ran at me, by the time I got myself up, one of them hit me in the ribs, the punch was like a piece of concrete, those guys worked out. I try to fight the urge to fall down because of the pain, had to hold my ground, the second one tried to land a hit on me, and he did, he hit me straight in the face, luckily I didn't collapse, to he's surprise I grabbed he's arm, got my back against him, and broke he's elbow against my knee, he's bones went to the outside, but it didn't even pierce him, not even a scream. He just kneed me in the ribs, making me fall away from him, those guys were aiming at my ribs.

You know what they say? Never depend on luck, I say they are full of bullshit.

Me lying on the ground, my ribs hurting, probably broken, 3 of them walking towards me, my gun is really far away, then this cop woman arrives and points a gun at everyone, she's shaking, a rookie, they see it, they don't stop and keep walking, she continues to yell to stop, she's near me, had only one chance. I got up real fast, grabbing her arm under my arm pit to aim better, and with the other hand I grabbed her hand with the gun, and shot all 3 of them, took me a whole magazine to finally kill them (7 shots), I was shaken up, couldn't aim for shit.

I let go of her arm and started limping away, but it didn't end there, this time she pointed a gun at my back telling me to stop, I looked around, she was not shaking anymore, if I played my cards wrong she could really well shoot me. We stood there for a minute, when the unexpected happened, a knife, a knife went trough her body, not slightly, it completely pierced her, from the back to the chest. Her eyes, eyes of shock, fear, smell of death, with those eyes she looked at me, as if asking for help, then her body floated up, someone was behind her, he lifted her whole body by the knife that was in her, it was horrible.

Only thing I saw in that person behind her was he's eyes, they were completely blue, as if glowing, and that grin, that big ass grin, I wanted to kill him there and then, my gun was near me, but by the time I picked it up I got knocked out by someone from behind. Next thing I know, I wake up today, check on my posts, and realize that someone was inside my Van, not only that, they got on my blogger account and posted some shit in Report #22 and on the monitor of the same pc, was a sticky note, that said "Mr. 9/06".

He knows where I am, he's been in my base, fuck.

Report #23 Continued...

Was near a church, haven't been in a church for a while, used to believe in God, would always go and confess my sins until...yeah too early.

Would go and confess my sins, or pray, but I don't need no forgiveness, or blessing. I don't deserve them, require them, or want them. They are long time useless to me.

Been having this feeling for a while, a feeling that I used to be a human at some point in my life and not as a child, no, some time different, some time I can't put my finger on. But whatever, edited this post because have nothing better to do, still remember that police woman and her stare of fear, doesn't make me pity her, but those eyes were familiar, yes, that stare was the first stare I had when I killed a criminal for the first time. Was a drug dealer who sold drugs to kids, typical shit, I will honestly tell you, at that time, I was pissed, killed him, didn't enjoy it, didn't want it, but had to be done, I knew it had to be done.

From there on I would start killing those who deserved it, with no emotions, no unnecessary torture, simple death, started to slowly kill off my humanity,  I would do so that no one knew it was me, was easy to do once you'r a KGB agent and have different sources, from there on I would silently dish out my brand of justice. I think that is why IT started following me.

I need to get back to work.

Report #23 Put on Hold...

Report #23 Ended.

Report #22 2012, 1st November
Results 3

Re-located, re-supplied, can move freely, the body got used to the stitches, feeling a little better, still a little woozy.

So where did I stop last time? The proxy, anyway, he told me one thing, they were expecting my arrival, what they did not expect was that I was going to come gun blazing in all directions, he said, that someone informed them that I would be with someone who would keep me under control or something, must be that woman I met earlier (Bitch).

I asked him who informed them of my presence here, I expected the answer to be that IT informed them, but no, it was an anonymous tip, from someone who they don't know. He said that they didn't believe it, thought someone was playing with them, but still they kept it in mind. That explains why they weren't prepared.

The letter burnt, but he said that it had a signature under it, that said "Mr. 9/06". That's right same bastard who was giving Twitch threatening messages and the pictures which I posted a while back.

I asked him why a bunch of them were gathered in that building, he said that it was a safe place of operation where they could kill runners without anyone seeing them doing so.

I tried to ask him questions about IT and Fears, he said that he wasn't that long in the group to know anything about IT that much (Figures, I picked a fucking rookie) and he had no idea who those Fears were.

So I don't know if this whole attack was worth it in your eyes, but I say it was, a lot less of those fuckers, the better it is for me to sleep at night.

On a side note, IT is getting sloppy, I haven't seen IT in a while, making he's servants do all the dirty work, not to mention The Fears that are out there, who apparently work independently, maybe IT's busy with them, would be a perfect time for a strike.

I need to come back to the place where I and Twitch were shot at again, and this time look around, and try to find the place where we were shot at from.

Report #22 Put on hold...

Report #22 Continued

I see them.

They are just standing there, six of them, not proxies, they are in white masks that have only eye holes, no hoodie crap, casual shirts, their stance is firm, I can see they are experienced fighters, know lethal moves.

Those must be the higher ups, those bastards are smart, they know me, they know I will get out there to confront them after I am done writing this, they know I crave for their punishment, they know I must be the one to dish it out, I can see it, all of them have cold weapons, I can see in their blood thirsty eyes, they are sinners.

They work for him, they must die, time to go to work.

Report #22 Put on hold...

Report #22 Continued.

WRONG QUESTIONS

RIGHT ANSWERS

NEUTRAL GOALS

BLIND

FIX IT

HE IS PERFECT

Report #22 Ended.

Report #21, 2012, October 31st.
Results Part 2

Just woke up, everything hurts as fuck, especially my right arm, that one's a bitch. Head is throbbing like crazy, all the stitches hurt like fuck, I'm actually afraid of moving too hard, one of them might open or something, it sure as hell feels like it.

But the main question is, was it worth it? Well you be the judge of that.

So let us start from the beginning, I was sneaking up on their building in the middle of the night, was actually hoping some of them would be asleep, but that was a fools dream. I had to make a distraction to lure them out, but I had a plan for a distraction, in short, I had a gas canister with me.

I double checked my surroundings, to make sure there were no people around, so they wouldn't get hurt, or just see me, after I made sure there was no one around, I poured the gasoline all over the area where I was standing, moved away to a safe distance, lit up a match, and fireworks began.

Most of them ran out to see what was going on, I think they were surprised by the fire, I know I would be, while all of them been starring, I got behind the building and climbed up trough the broken window, I had a little gasoline left, so while all of them been outside, I proceeded to pour the gasoline on the floor behind them and then moved to a safe distance, getting out my gun.

I will forever cherish the face one of those fucks had made when they turned around to go back inside and see me, suddenly all of them turn around, there were about 30 or something of them, all of them starting to run at me, felt like a fucking stampede. When they started stepping on the wet floor, that was my cue, I lit up another match and threw on the ground, instantly, to their surprise, all of them caught on fire. Some were screaming, others quietly struggling to get to me, those that were getting close were getting a bullet in the head from me.

But it didn't end there, there were more of them, a whole group of them that heard the burning proxies's screams ran into the corridor where all of this was happening, this is when I got out my shotgun, there was about the exact same amount of them, then the one I burnt right now. All of them running at me, some with knives, some with items they found under their feet, some with bare hands, I was just walking towards them, keeping the same pace, shooting at them, bullets didn't miss that much, I mean I have been shooting at a crowd, surely they wouldn't miss.

Everything was under control, until one of the fucks ran out of the fire, still burning, pushing the shotgun out of my hands, I had to react fast, so I shot him in the head with my gun, I tried to get my shotgun back, but I gave them too much free time, seconds later they end up running over me, trying to beat the living crap out of me, and I tell you I felt every blow, I felt a cold pipe on my back, felt a knife in my leg, felt a fist to my head, every blow, but at the same time I could see that they were also beating up their own on accident, because of how much there was of them.

I saw their weakness, got out my shooting knife, and sliced one of those fucks who was close to me in the eyes, making him go blind. Seconds later he started swinging like crazy with he's steel pipe in all directions, taking out some of he's own, but it wasn't enough, I had to make most of them blind, those who will be out of my reach would get shot, that is exactly as it went, so inevitably they took each other out, but to say that I got out of that safely is going to be a lie, I had a few stabs in my ribs, legs, arms, my head was spinning from countless pounds that it took, fuck it, it was bleeding, my sight was all red, I was completely covered in blood.

And that's when those fucks entered, I don't know who they were proxies, or some other creatures, but I tell you, they had one heck of a will power, kept going at me and bouncing up after any injury like nothing. On a plus side they had no weapons with them, it was a small plus side. Their hits felt like fucking stone against my skin, one of them managed to dislocate my right shoulder with a single knee to the shoulder, fucking crazy, yet that will power was their downfall, they would keep going at me ignoring all the damage I would do to them, they could probably ignore it, but their organs, the internal damage was too much, and the outside as well, but I will never forget this moment, when I picked up my shotgun and shot one of them point blank in the face, he took 5 steps after he fell down, fucking lunatics.

In short I managed to find one of the proxies who was alive, after a couple of minutes I managed to make him talk.

What I found out, I will post later as I'm on a tight schedule right now.

Report #21 Ended.

Report #20 2012, October 30th
Results

Came back about 5 hours ago, covered in blood, both mine and theirs, I could barely walk after that fiasco, yet somehow I found the will power to push myself back to my Van. After I got to my Van I passed out, stupid, almost lost all my blood from the wounds, good thing found the strength to wake up and cover up all wounds. I tell you, it was hard to do as fuck, with a left arm, but I managed.

The end results are, I got the required info, wasn't easy, I'll post the description of what happened tomorrow, I need some rest right now, everyone has been eliminated, but I tell you, it wasn't easy, it was hard as fuck, in short, there weren't only proxies in there, had to improvise.

Improvising always leads to harsh wounds, but I managed, need some time to rest, head is spinning, barely typing, hands are shaking.

Report #20 Ended.

Report #19 2012, October 29th
Zilch

So nothing had happened during my stay in the apartment, nothing interesting at least, I did have the feeling that someone was watching me, but I think that is a reflex, nothing else.

Today I'm going into the hideout of those proxies, I found it, looked at the surrounding area and can safely say it's a large ass abandoned building, and it had about 50 proxies in it, that is how much I could count and see.

For this I will need something more than a pistol, that is why I'm packing heat.

#1. Colt 45 Semi-Automatic

I always carry it with me, it's light, it's hard to notice and it gets the job done.

#2. Remington 870 Rugged and reliable, real handy.

This classic pump-action has a pistol grip and 14-inch barrel, someone is definitely getting some brain surgery done.

#3. Ballistic Knife

Never go anywhere without it, if only you would know how many times it saved my life.

#4. Nightstick

Always comes in handy, if I will need any information, I will require it.

#5. Audio Recorder

Haven't recorded anything in a while, it might get broken in the commotion, but if it survives, I will use it to record some information.

That is all I'm taking with me, in the mean time I have place traps all around my Van, I'm always prepared.

I will take my leave 10PM tonight, sounds stupid, but that's the point.

Report #19 Put on hold...

Report #19 Continued

Two more hours, two more hours before a possible death and I'm not even worried, if I die, I die, I would have died anyway, and if I would survive the whole being haunted by Mr. Faceless, I would probably kill myself in the end, seeing as I would never be able to go back to normal life.

Remembered Twitch today, have no idea why, he just came to my mind, the kid was young, had a person he cared about, he didn't kill anyone at all, he had a chance at normal life, yet he died. It doesn't make me sad, but it makes me wonder, what would happen if I would agree to go to he's relatives home.

Doesn't matter now, can't play the What If game now, keep my head on the price.

My plan is simple, cause a distraction, lure most of them outside, ambush those that get outside, finish off those that will remain inside, try to keep someone alive for information. Hope to God that I do not sustain any major injuries, or worse, die.

That's the gist of it, we'll see how it will work out.

Report #19 Put on hold...

Report #19 Ended.

Report #18 2012, October 28th
The Notepad

Just came back, was busy looking for a hotel room in the very middle of the whole city, I hear the sounds of the city, traffic, drunk people singing, neighbors either cursing at each other, or having sex. By God I enjoy it, I'm surrounded by life.

Alright, I have quickly red trough the notepad, apparently these people were not runners, they were hunters, that's what they called themselves, they were hunting proxies, the final body count they had made was 122, I don't mean to boast, but I have more.

Those people were not stupid, they were smart, they kept going about their business in a stupid way, they did some unpredictable shit and it worked in their favor crap load of times, but their life story isn't all that interesting to me.

The main piece of information for me was their last entry. It told me where they were going, apparently they had found some sort of massive proxy hideout in the middle of the forest, near the lake, where I had found their bodies, they were going to ambush it, this is where the entry stops. There was no plan of how they would ambush it, no description of what they had with themselves, all I knew was the precise location of the place.

You probably have guessed my next move? That's right, I'm going in, I don't have any information to go on, I'm practically running around in a circle, I need to visit this hideout and find something. Of course I will be packing heavily for this.

Also the reason why I need to stay in an apartment is simple, I'm not protected here, as you have figured by now, I won't be sleeping tonight.

Report #18 Ended.

Report #17 2012, October 28th
Ice Thickens

I have been driving around recently, from place to place, without a plan, mindlessly going around the country from town to town. Not going to say I have been inactive while driving around. But what I did during those trips, certainly didn't help me in no way.

Things that I have did during this day:

#1. Got some supplies, as always, whenever I arrive to a new place I get myself some supplies and move on (Money isn't a problem for me, Twitch took care of it, long time ago).

#2. I have been reading on other blogs, current progress of others, what info did they gain that might help me, still reading.

#3. Thought of a plan, a bit about that in a different report, I'm still working out the details.

#4. Found 4 bodies, by the lake, organs cut out and shoved back in, searched them, found some notebooks, looks like they have been runners, they have been writing down their movements, going to have to read trough that.

#5. Killed people, talking about it casually because it isn't a surprise to anyone anymore, among those people were not only proxies, but also some law breakers that I stumbled upon by accident.

So yeah that is practically what I have been doing all day, nothing special.

Report #17 Ended.

Report #16 2012, October 27th
Two Days

Two fucking days! How is that possible? I didn't black out at all, yet somehow two days have passed!

Alright, let me get my shit together.

On October 25th, I left to meet the woman that was following me, I went to her address, was I surprised when I found her house to be standing in an area surrounded by crap load of trees, smart thing would be to turn around and walk away, but doing smart things, doesn't get you anywhere.

So I walk up to the house, I can't really describe it, I mean the house was like a house, it wasn't anything different, yet somehow it felt like home, I don't know. So I walk up to the door, and it is unlocked, from there on I was on my highest senses, unlocked doors, first sign of bullshit. But I didn't encounter anyone, the inside of the house was real nice, I mean it was clean, taken care of, someone was definitely taking care of it.

Then I saw her, sitting on her couch, starring at the window, somehow she knew I was there, or she was talking to her self, anything can be possible. She asked me a question, did I come to take her away, she thought I was one of them, but I wasn't stupid, she could be asking that to trick me, I had to play along. I told her I wasn't one of them, I explained the operator symbol thing to her, she seemed to understand, her voice, it was as if, she could understand and forgive anything.

She told me to sit with her, told me she was scared, tired, of all of this, I was cautious, normally I wouldn't sit down, but first time, I had a feeling, feeling of remorse, her voice, it was so tiring, scared, innocent, even the coldest person on earth would melt, I kept getting the feeling of home, yet somehow I found that strange, I never had a home. I started wondering did I find peace, did I find my paradise, is this the end? In short I sat down.

We sat there for good couple of seconds in silence, the view from the window was calming, then she looked at me with her cold blue eyes, and said the following.

"I see you, I see inside of you, a tortured soul, a tired heart, a warrior spirit, selflessness"

I kept looking at her, my stare was as cold as ever, she said I had a soul, she said I was human, no one has ever said that to me, I wasn't stricken by it, more surprised, she was the first one to tell me that, yet I knew I had none of that, somehow she saw it.

"What is your goal, what make you to go around the world?"

I wanted to tell her that my goal was to eliminate it, yet somehow I could not, I don't know why, something held me back from telling her that, I think it was the realization that it would be pointless, since the goal itself is rather impossible.

From there on she had put her hand on my shoulder, I felt the coldness of her touch, her hands were cold, real cold.

"You have suffered for far too long"

From that point I remember that I had some questions, I started asking.

"Who are you? Why are you foll-"

She interrupted me, knowing what my questions would be she answered, the answer was unexpected.

"To aid you in your cause, I have followed you, to help you, to provide for you"

That's when my glare got off track, I couldn't let her be part of this, people around me tend to die, I had to keep her away, I tried to tell her not to follow me, but she interrupted me again.

"You are tired, weary of battle, your mission offers you no peace"

It was true, I could not deny it, I was getting tired of all that shit, I wanted peace, rest, get on an island and forget all of this ever happened. It's like she could read my mind.

"Stay, a moment, where it is peaceful, regain your strength, there is enough supplies, for you to relax"

It sounded too good, I thanked her, but I couldn't, I had other things to take care of, I had to get back on track, yet again she interrupted me.

"Is it not true, that even the Gods need rest, from time to time?"

I honestly didn't have an answer, I was rather confused.

"And you are not a God"

If I was I would eliminate IT, and there would be no trace of it. Then she asked me.

"Then why deny yourself? It serves no purpose"

She was right.

"Your mission will still be there for you, even after you rested"

That is when I had finally agreed, but I didn't want to eat, or drink, or even watch TV, I just wanted to lie down and stare at the view from the window, she allowed me to lay down on her knees, understanding me, that the view from the window was truly amazing, I had closed my eyes and started to imagine what would happen if things were different, I started feeling home, it felt like I was home, the image of a family with kids. Peaceful.

Yet for a moment, the image went all red for a moment. I opened my eyes, looking around, everything was the same as before I had closed them, so I closed them again thinking it was nothing.

The image continued, me and my family having a picnic at some sort of park, it was sunny.

But again for an instant the image changed to them lying on the ground bleeding.

That's when I pulled myself up, I had to go, yet her calm voice calmed me down.

"Stay, don't leave, not yet, rest"

I lied back down, yet this time I wasn't imagining anything I was just starring at the window.

Then I saw IT in the distance, that was the final straw, I jumped up, I had to go.

What happened next was unexpected, she pulled me down to the couch yelling at me that I will stay. At that time I realized, it was a set up, I walked right into, I jumped up from the couch, the woman was now standing in the middle of the corridor, the view from the window was not as beautiful, it was surrounded by burnt trees, looked around the house, it was all torn apart, the furniture lying around.

The Woman was just standing there smiling at me, that's when I had it, I ran at her, I wanted to rush her, I wanted to get her for some answers, yet the minute I jumped at her, I found myself flying out the door of the house, I got up looked around, the house was demolished, I had to get out of there, and I did.

What was most surprising, is that when I had gotten to my van, it was vandalized, a big operator symbol was drawn on the side of the van, windows had some cracks in them, someone tried to get in while I was away, they even popped one of my tires. I opened the Van and was relieved to find out that they weren't able to get in, I had to replace my tire and get out. That was exactly what I did, I tried to wash off the operator symbol, but it wouldn't wash off, so I had to improvise, I drew a red cross trough the operator symbol.

I got on on my blog today, and was surprised to find out, that I had spent two days in that house, during those two days they tried to get in my Van, either they tried to occupy me long enough in order to get inside my van, either they tried to kill me, and destroy all the traces of my existence.

Well now I'm back and my senses are as sharp as ever, and the next time I see that woman, I'm going to shoot to kill.

Report #16 Ended.

Report #15 2012, October 25th
Before leaving

Couldn't post this morning, was too worn out by the previous encounter, everything literally hurt like a bitch, it still fucking hurts a lot, but at least I can move now, that's something. Besides pain means I'm still alive, so I can't complain.

I packed some things with me, got the same items I listed in my previous post, but I'm not going to look for the spot from which the shooter was shooting at me, that was put on hold. I have an address, I have a meeting and if it's a trap, I'm prepared to my teeth.

I'm going to look for that woman that has been stalking me for the last couple of days, she might have some useful information, that is if she is still at that place, where she told me to go. I'm going in blind, but I can't really do anything about it, time is short. I have about an hour or so, before I take my leave.

Nothing much happened during the day, some usual shit, and that's it, I'm going to sit in my van now, surrounded by peace and quiet, my head is still ringing, I need to get my thoughts back together.

Report #15 Put on hold...

Report #15 Ended.

Report #14 2012, October 24th.
Morning

Just woke up, checked everything, everything's in place including myself, no sign of intrusion, good. Today I will go look for the area from which I was shot at, I will write an item list, of items that I'm taking with me, I'll write it later today.

My Van is parked next to a liquor store across the road, I look at the window, see all the bottles, I would pay any money for a drink right about now, I can easily go into the store and buy me some Jack Daniels, but I know I can't, can't afford to get careless, can't afford to loosen up my senses, reflexes, reaction time, I need it.

Funny actually, I had to drop smoking because of that Thing following me, I stopped doing anything that harms my senses, smoking, drinking and so on... That's one way to drop habits I guess.

Getting myself some tea, 3 spoons of sugar, hoping The Pale Fuck won't appear out of nowhere, requesting to have a tea party.

Report #14 Put on hold...

Report #14 Continued.

Preparing to head out, in 16:00 PM will go, right now grabbing all items I can, I will list them here and the reason why I'm taking them:

#1. My Gun, a Colt 45 Semi-Automatic to be precise, classic design, one-shot stopping power.

The basic design of this beauty hasn't changed in nearly 100 years, the magazine carries only 8 rounds, but that's eight kills.

#2. Ballistic Knife, or as people like to call it in a simple way - The Shooting Knife.

Stole this one from a proxy with which I had an encounter, numb skull didn't know it was a shooting knife, in the end he ended with a real numb skull. This knife is self made, but not by that proxy, he must have stolen it,  the knife's blade is so sharp it can cut trough almost anything, spring is real hard, which is good, means it will shoot with crap load of power. Recoil's very hard tough, for starter's had to use both arms to aim it, in the end got used to it and can now freely use it with one arm.

#3. Nightstick, for purposes if I need to keep someone alive.

Stole this one from a police officer who tried to take me by surprise, don't worry I didn't kill him, all I did was bruise him a little, that's all. Though if I swing it with full strength, skulls will shatter.

#4. Mp3 Player (I'm ancient, I know), you possibly have figured this one out, if the MP3 starts bugging, that means the fuck, or he's proxies are near.

#5. Audio Recorder, I need to keep recording this, I don't use cameras for a reason, you know how well that turns out for people on YouTube.

That is it for now, now I need to prepare.

Report #14 Put on hold...

Report #14 Continued.

Saw a woman today, was about the age of 21, was hard to tell. She was starring right at me across the road for a minute, her face was pale, real pale, white hair, and by "white", I mean completely white, white hoodie, the only thing that wasn't white were the jeans. The stare down we had, felt like an hour or so, her cold eyes met with mine, there was nothing but emotionless emptiness between us, someone walked past her and she disappeared, breaking up the cold stare down.

She's on my tail, but who is she? A proxy? Never mind, can't get my head off the game.

Report #14 Put on hold...

Report #14 Continued.

Why do I see her? She keeps following me, but I never see her walk, she just appears wherever I look, but she is always out of reach, I caught a glimpse of her eyes again for a moment, they were tired, worn out.

I am targeted, but by who? Was she the one shooting at me? No, her face, she doesn't have a murderers glare, no it wasn't her, she's a third party, and she's following me. I think I might abort my mission in trying to find the shooter for now, I will try to locate this woman, questions must be answered.

I see her, I'm at a cafe right now, drinking coffee, she's outside, in the alley way, opposite street, I will not follow her, the second I approach her, she disappears, I need to study her from a distance.

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Report #14 Continued.

I just wrote an operator symbol on my hand, and showed her it trough the window, was wondering how she would react, she was frightened to say the least, she ran away real fast, was she a runner? Fuck I gotta follow her!

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Report #14 Continued.

I lost her, I chased her for a good hour, she has a lot energy, but she is younger than me. When I looked around I understood that I had no idea where I was, I couldn't use, or ask anyone for directions, simply because I had nothing to ask. So I wandered around the town for a couple of hours, no encounters with nothing, eventually I found my Van.

So yeah I just came back from a wild goose chase, is what I would have said if I didn't have any hunches, but I do. In the alley way where she was standing she left a note, she wants to meet me, she gave me an address, but I think she wrote that before I showed her the operator symbol, fuck, she thinks I'm a proxy now, I have to find her, she might know something. But I can't go right now, I'm tired I don't know why, I mean running for an hour is tiring, but I'm tired to the point that I think I will pass out right now and yet I find it hard to fall asleep, my brain is not thinking properly and if this turns out to be a trap, then I'm fucked. I will go tomorrow, when they won't expect me, I know it's a lousy plan, but it's all I have, leaving this alone is not an option, this woman knows something, I need some answers.

Report #14 Put on hold...

Report #14 Continued.

I hear the gentle voice again, I can make out more words this time, the voice says "Rest, you are not a God", those are definitely mind games, which means whatever I do, I must stay awake.

On a side note, Mr. Pale face is nowhere in site, for two days it's been quiet, no feeling of someone watching me, no paranoia, no starring contests at night, no proxies, nothing. Seems like it would be a good time to rest, but no, never let your guard down, the fuck always comes back, he once left me alone for 3 whole years, 1 year I spent being paranoid, 2nd year I settled down and thought he actually left me alone, 3rd year I completely let my guard down, and then IT came out of nowhere, I barely got out. Since then I never let my guard down, it will never leave me alone unless I destroy it.

Most of you are laughing at that last statement, but to be honest, I'm going to be laughing last, why? Because I know I'm on a suicide run, and unlike other runners, I have a horrible advantage, I'm a weapon. IT has absolutely nothing on me, why am I so sure? The proof is that I have been surviving for ten years, I'm still alive. I have no relatives It can't threaten me, my parents died long time ago, I don't have any real friends, I never got married, never got children, I have no emotions for anyone, that is why it's a horrible advantage, the kind of advantage I do not wish upon anyone.

That is why I feel no remorse for when I kill proxies, I simply do my mission as the janitor, some of you might ask, what makes me any different from them, then? Well, they have something to lose. These things IT promises most of them, those promises crumble when they feel their last breath leaving their body, that is when they realize, all this time, they had no real purpose.

I'm a weapon on a mission, all I am, all I ever will be, once I get rid of IT, I will never have a normal life, I will never be able to return to being a father, a husband. I will live alone, I will die alone, that is how it will happen, how it will be, how I will like it, how I will enjoy it.

That is all for tonight, I think I will go for a walk, I don't care for how stupid it is, I need to take a walk to stay alive, this part of the post, was only to keep me awake. I ran out of things to say, so I'm going for a walk.

Report #14 Put on hold...

Report #14 Continued.

No sing of anyone, no proxies, IT's nowhere in sight, no snipers, no woman, no one, as if I am all alone in this world right now, makes you see the tragedy, doesn't it? I'm so concentrated on the mission, that if I don't see no sign of trouble, I feel that I'm surrounded by nothing. In the Van right now, I think I will go burn Twitche's stuff, clothing, wallet, false passports (Which I made in order to let us pass the countries). I wanted to do it properly, in some sort of symbolic area, just because I'm a weapon, doesn't mean I can't respect someone. But I need to stay awake, fire always keeps me awake, so yeah, be right back.

Report #14 Put on hold...

Report #14 Continued.

SON OF A BITCH! ASK AND YOU WILL FUCKING RECEIVE!

Apparently I was too fast saying that it was quiet, as I was burning Twitches stuff in the alleyway, enjoying the magic of fire, some fuck sneaked up on me (My mistake, let my guard down). He wasn't hesitating, he tackled me and started beating the ever lasting crap out of me, he was mostly aiming for my head, this one was not an amateur he knew exactly where to hit, I felt every fucking blow. With my lack of sleep I was slowly passing out, but I remember that I had a mission, adrenaline kicked in, I felt no pain during that time, I was able to push him off, but he didn't fall, instead he got up instantly, same for me, I had to get up, or else I was dead.

He ran at me with another attack, he was not hesitating, he knew I was vulnerable, what he didn't see coming  was me falling just as he was about to strike a blow, I played possum, he thought I fell unconscious, as I said he was no amateur, he got a steel pipe that was lying around near the dumpsters, and started walking over to me, about to make sure I was dead for good.

What he didn't notice, was that I was lying near the fire, once he got close, I grabbed one of Twitche's jackets that were on fire, of course it burned like a bitch, but whining was not an option. He didn't expect it, I threw the flaming jacket at him, he got distracted for a second, that allowed me to trip him, as he fell smashing he's face into the concrete ground, he felt that, I grabbed him by the collar and shoved he's head into the fire, apparently he had really long hair, they caught on fire real fast, he's plastic mask melted on he's face, he was yelling, and struggling like crazy, I could barely hold him. Luckily the pipe was near me I grabbed it and started hitting him on the head, eventually he stopped struggling and the screams had stopped. I pulled he's head out of the fire, it was mutilated, he didn't seem to be breathing, so I threw him in the dumpster and left for my Van.

As I was walking I was leaving a large blood trail, my face was bleeding like crazy, my head was burning, when I reached the Van, I almost collapsed to the ground, but I had to take care of my wounds, or else I would get an infection, or worse.

My face is burning right now, I sewn up all my wounds, my fucking face is burning right now. On the plus side, I hear no voices, I can fall asleep, finally.

Report #14 Ended.

Report #13 2012, October 24th
Janitor

Two posts in one night, I felt like this deserved a separate post.

I decided to go out for a while (In the middle of the night), I mostly would go between the alleyways, no forests there.

That's when I saw it, no, not the pale fuck, not the proxies, not anything supernatural. Just two fucks trying to rape a woman, usually I'd ignore it, not of fear, I wouldn't care, I couldn't care, I couldn't get my head off the game. But at that time, something went...differently, I still felt nothing, I did not care for the woman, I felt no pity for her, nothing. But I still decided, that's right I decided to walk over there, I wasn't doing it on instinct, I wasn't hypnotized, I knew what I was doing and I knew what I was going to do.

They saw me walking over, I had all my weapons with me (A gun and a nightstick), but I didn't get them out, one of them started cursing at me, yelling something, I didn't hear I blocked him out. I was just walking towards them, both of them got out their butterfly knives, didn't even pierce, I was still walking. When I was in reach, one of them attempted a swing with he's right arm (Always the right arm), I reacted, putting my left arm in the way, I didn't block the swing, I simply redirected it to go a lot more to the right of my face and above my shoulder, with my right arm I punched him in the gut, it was an open area, since he's right arm was busy, from there on he fell to he's knees from the pain in he's gut, I was still holding he's right arm (No knife, it fell), he looked up at me, 19 years old, maybe older, a punk. I felt no anger at that time, no remorse, absolutely nothing. I broke he's right arm by harshly pushing it's elbow against my knee, the scream, he screamed in pain, but I was not done, afterwards I kneed him in the chest, real hard, I could actually hear ribs break, he fell to the ground breathing really fast, eventually he suffocated.

The second one wasn't going to take any chances, he took the woman as hostage and pushed a knife to her neck, gradually backing away, by then he understood what I was capable of. I did nothing, I only concentrated my cold glare on he's eyes, I saw it, he thought I would react to him taking the woman captive, he started saying stuff like "I will kill her man!" my only response was, "You kill her, you inevitably die, you let her go, I might spare you" next five minutes was a stare down, he was sweating bullets, I didn't even break a sweat. Eventually he gave up, let her go, told me to call the cops, that he gives up, I told the woman to run, which she did. I picked up the other guys butterfly knife, walked up to the young punk, he didn't expect it, a straight stab to the heart, not the head, not the body, not the shoulder, no torture, just the heart, instant death, instant punishment.

The woman came back, to thank me, and she saw two dead bodies near me, she was shocked, not of the dead bodies, of my glare, I could feel it, she felt completely nothing from my glare, no guilt, no anger, no emotion, absolutely nothing. I was about to leave when she asked me "How do you sleep at night?", a simple reply came to her with my steady, cold voice "I don't", from there on we parted ways.

What is shocking tough, they weren't even proxies, just some punks who were praying on the lives of innocent, not to say it pissed me off, that's the problem, I felt nothing, I just knew what I had to do, and I repeat I KNEW what I was doing, I was doing it intentionally. I didn't feel like judge and jury, I felt like a janitor, cleaning everything after the failed society.

I think I'm insane, I think I was insane even before this Thing started following me, maybe that's the reason why it's following me? I intrigue it? Whatever I don't care.

Why did I write it here, I need to stay awake, I'm back in my Van, again falling asleep, not going to give in.

Report #13 Ended.

Report #12 2012, October 23d
Research

So I spent some time this morning reading trough other blogs, the ones that are still active that is, and found out a lot of interesting things which I have never encountered before.

I'm going to break them up under numbers so it wouldn't be confusing.

#1. Fears:
Apparently those creatures appear from the same dimension that Thing came from, however these creatures appear only based on your fear. (More research to be done)

I'd like to say that the reason behind none of these creatures appearing near me was because I'm brave, but in reality I'm not, I just don't feel anything anymore, no fear, no bravery, nothing, I'm just a cold weapon, all I am.

#2. Intelligent Proxies:
Those guys are different from regular proxies, regular proxies are hypnotized, driven to insanity, in other words, stupid.While the intelligent ones think, and are fully aware that they are serving IT, not only that, they can be different people, from inexperienced in combat teenagers, to full grown athletes, problem is, you can never tell the other from another. Had a recent encounter with two of them, one of them tried to steal the flash drive (You know how that ended for him), the other encounter was online, "JP" commented on my blog, I checked he's blog and understood that he was a proxy too, have no idea if he is targeting me, or was simply passing by, don't care.

I kill this kind of Proxy with no remorse, accuse me, judge me, I don't care, those people are committing crimes in a sane state of mind, they know what they are doing, such people will not go unpunished.

#3. Watchers:
Different kind of people, you never know if they are working for the tall, pale and ugly, either are running from him, but they always seem to know a lot about you and your connections with IT, most of times they appear at the least expected time and tell you some tip, or a scary tale, and disappear. Sometimes they just watch.

I think that is the person who was shooting at me and Twitch back a couple of report's.

#4. Redlight:
Only heard him appear in the comment sections of the blogs which I follow (Now), some say he's a tuff cookie, tough I haven't found any info about him separately, going to have to read a blog from which he originated.

#5. Lullaby Song:
This one was given as a tip to me, by "JP". I don't know what it is, but we'll see.

Now to the basics, new location, more supplies, real quiet, feel good.

Forged a plan too, after deleting crap load of info from the flash drive about Twitche's relatives (He kept a diary sort of thing, I didn't find anything of interest in there), I had to forge a plan, because being without a plan totally sucks.

So I tried to find any hunches, and I did. The day when me and Twitch were shot at, that's where I have to go, to be more precise, back to the location where the shooter was shooting from, of course that means I'm going to have to locate it, but it won't be too hard, it was a small town after all. I will be looking for anything, piece of hair, bullets, gun itself, any traces of blood (Who knows), anything that might help me find the person who was shooting at us. I will mostly concentrate on bullets, since they can provide some information about when was the gun bought, where from, by who, so on, so forth.

So precisely at 16:00 I'm going to be done preparing and am going to be on the road again.

Report #12 Put on hold...

Report #12 Continued.

Stopped at the local hotel, no not in the hotel, near it to be precise, spending time in my Van as always. It's night right now, tomorrow, when there will be more light, I'm going to go scout out the area and try to figure out, what was the best place from which to shoot at me and Twitch. Hope I don't get killed in my sleep (That is if I get any) by a rifle, but I shouldn't, I put bullet proof glass in my Van for a reason. So right now, preparing for the night, flash light near me, gun under my pillow, nightstick in my hand. If what, I'm ready for a starring contest, if that Thing wants it.

Report #12 Put on hold...

Report #12 Continued.

Been trying to stay awake, been reading trough some blogs that are still active, searching for info. But this is weird, you know that feeling when you are really fucking tired, and nothing and I mean nothing can keep you away from falling asleep? That's what I'm experiencing right now, what is weird is that I drank crap load of coffee before going to sleep, took some cold water to the face, fuck it, even put ice cubes in the back of my shirt. And still I am gradually falling asleep, I'm trying to distract myself, by typing this, also I hear a voice, a woman's voice, so gentle, so quiet, doesn't remind me of anyone, just a stranger, she simply repeats one word "Sleep".

Two theories:
1. I'm getting more insane by the second.
2. A certain someone is playing mind games with me.

Report #12 Put on hold...

Report #12 Ended.

Report #11 2012, October 22nd
The Flash Drive

So after I got some sleep, the first thing I did as I woke up was get something to eat (Duh!), then I checked what was on the flash drive Twitch had hidden from me.

Apparently all the info that is going to be written on this flash drive was meant to eventually fall into my hands, Twitch wrote so himself in a txt. file, it's not important so I won't waste time writing it here.

First thing I would like to get out of my way are those pictures that were sent to him by someone.

Picture #1:

I will try to depict it any way I can.

Obviously the guy with the question mark is me, hence my name Mr.Incognito.

The person that has a red cross on him, is Twitch, someone predicted he's death ahead, they either tried to warn him, or threaten him.

The guy in the hoodie with a white mask on, is obviously the proxy I killed yesterday, same white mask, blood coming out of the area where I shot him, tears coming out of he's eye holes, like last night, still don't care tough, but someone has predicted this, fucking mind games.

Now the 9/06 guy I don't know who he is, but he has a date on he's chest, yes that's a date, a date that is real personal to me, then that means that must be the guy who was sending all this info to Twitch.

Now obviously in the back we see, the pale, tall and ugly himself.

And the guys in the dark must be he's minions.

If you have other theories, you are welcome to discuss them.

Picture #2

I absolutely have no idea what this means, if you can think of anything, please do tell.

There is more information, but I have to change locations real soon, so this report is put on hold for now.

Report #11 Put on hold...

Report #11 Continued

Alright, new location, new supplies, even got some ammo for some guns (Don't ask me where), secured everything in the van, locks, windows, everything.

To continue the contents of the flash drive, except for the pictures apparently, someone's been sending Twitch these...what do you call them on English? Well these poetic lines or whatever, don't judge me I'm Russian, I don't know English completely.

Here they are:

Your life is futile

Can't you see?

So join a cult

And follow me

Sell your soul

Jump right in

Cloe your eyes

Embrace your sin

Feel it squeezing

Your body tight

Let it take over

You know you can't fight

Into your heart

Burning it cold

Now be a good zombie

And do what you're told.

As I can gather, this person was trying to provoke Twitch to either join IT, or lure him out, to get torn apart by IT. This was sent on the day, when Twitch had wondered into the forest in the middle of the forest, it was sent right before, it had happened. Has no effects on me tough.

And finally, this was the final txt. file on the flash drive, but all it contained was this:

YOU ARE SAFE NOW...

This was sent on the day when Twitch got killed, this person is not getting good vibes from me.

That is it, certainly weird, on a side note, I spent some time reading other blogs, not the old ones like Seeking the Truth or The Tutorial, I spent time reading recent ones, I found out a lot of new stuff, this thing has been busy. I'll post my thoughts tomorrow. Putting this report on hold, who knows what might happen during the night.

Report #11 Put on hold...

Report #11 Ended.