Closing Report.

Report #119 2014, October 22nd.

Finally heard from Incognito, figures this would happen at night...

I was sleeping on the floor, while Cassia was on the bed and then a bright light flashes for a second and I feel something leaning against my leg. I wake up and look and it turns out to be Incognito's decapitated arm, holding a recorder.

I quickly got up and put the recorder into the computer and listened to every entry he made while being inside The Path, I would upload the recordings themselves, but...

In anyway, here are the recordings.

Recording #1:

*Sounds of footsteps against the ground can be heard*

"Been following her for a while now, she hasn't attacked me yet, nor did she even look at me, doesn't matter, she's leading me somewhere, if it's a trap, I'm ready."

*Distortion*

"All of a sudden, it's harder to breathe, the feeling is too familiar. Although, it's not a hard as last time, I can actually move without my muscles burning up in the proce- Darn, missed her, she's out of my eye sight, never mind, she did her part, time to start looking."

Recording #1 Ends.


Recording #2:

*Sounds of footsteps against the grass*

"I hear them, the creatures. They are crawling around me, their whispers, their breathing, I sense every bit of it. But they don't attack me, is it because I have Azoth in me? Is it because they are waiting for something? Don't know, don't care. I have been walking for hours now, don't feel tired at all."

*Footsteps stop*

"The tree graveyard, the one I stumbled upon last time I visited this place, trees still growing from the graves. Nothing changed, same hell hole, same nig-"

Silence.

"I see her, she's gesturing to me, to go up the hill, I'll follow."

Recording #2 Ends.

Recording #3:

"Currently on top of the hill, as I was walking upwards, she once again disappeared. From the hill I can perfectly see the beach where a reflection in the water attacked me last time I was here."

*Sounds of footsteps rushing down the hill*

"I might be able to find The German again, if he hadn't moved, or worse, died."

*Sound of footsteps running through the sand*

"GERMAN!"

*More footsteps*

"Glad to see you're still around, have you seen a pale woman go through here by any chance?"

"Ah old friend, welcome back. No, I'm afraid I haven't. What brings you here again?"

"Need to test out a lead."

"Ok, but what really brings you here?"

"You're full of riddles, like always. In any way, I need to run, if by any chance you feel something off, or we-"

"I'm not moving an inch, son. You can't save everybody."

"I can try."

*Footsteps*

Recording #3 Ended.

Recording #4:

"I see them, my family, again, they appear and disappear right in front of me, ignore it, illusion, mind games, distractions, getting close, keep moving."

Recording #4 Ended.

Recording #5:

"You know you can join us any time, why do you avoid us so much?"

"I miss you."

"You're dead, I'm not, I killed you, two times, not real."

"You're still worried about that? We forgave you, honey, please, come back to us, it's cold without you."

"It'seven colder with me, you don't want me, don't need me, I'm not worth it, can't join you."

"You'll never be a monster to us, we will always love you, us and uncle Vikady."

"Ya bro, came an' join us! It's loads'a fun 'ere!"

"Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead."

Recording #5 Ended.

Recording #6:

"Sergei...."

"I fucking hear you, I'm coming after you, once I get to you, I'll kill you."

"Lost, you are lost, very lost."

"Not for long."

"And still you persist, we need you, they need you, follow...."

Recording #6 Ended.

Recording #7:

*Gunfire, lots of footsteps, weird growling sounds, a human footstep pattern, lots of footsteps coming from all directions."

Recording #7 Ended.

Recording #8:

"WHERE ARE YOU!? SHOW YOURSELF!!!"

"I am here Sergei."

"Who are you!? You better answer before I blow your br-"

"I am what you crave, I am what you have been craving since all of this began, I am something everybody craves, I am Mercy."

"Mercy?...What do you want with me Mercy?"

"What do you want with me Sergei? After all, I wouldn't be here without your desire for me."

"Stop wasting my time."

"You want to die, a death that nobody hears about, nobody remembers, your dream, your desire, I am here to grant you mercy, accept my hand and you will receive what you crave."

"You're right, I want to die..."

*Can't understand, too much static, all I can work out is the following.*

"...my terms...."

Recording #8 Ended.

Recording #9:

"I got transported by the pale woman, she calls herself Mercy, she offered me easy death, didn't accep-"

*Footsteps stop*

"I found it... The bleeding tree."

*Running can be heard*

*From there on I can barely work out anything, due to all the static, all I can hear is Ingonito's screams and some sort of sound that does't even sound like a normal distortion, neither the screams or distortions ever stop, they last for about an hour, or so.*

*Statics Suddenly stops and silence for a few minutes.*

*I can work out heavy breathing and then I can hear Incognito's voice, for some reason surrounded by echo.*

"You don't like Archangel's metal... Just like IT doesn't like it..."

*Brief distortion*

"Speak of the devil..."

*Distortion lasts for a few minutes, then sudden blast of ultra sound*

Recording #9 Ended.

Recording #10:

*Distortion, screams, sound of something tearing and at the end a big thud.*

*Heavy breathing, distortion is still there, but it's minor.*

"Looks like it's finally my time...*coughing* I have little time, Azoth in me is rapidly crawling out of my body and is dying out...*coughing* Losing lots of blood. IT is in a distance, I hurt it, I hurt it's source, hurt it so much I went deaf, can't hear myself talk... *coughing* Using last bits of Azoth in me to send this recording to Mendella... *coughing* If this recording recorded anything, I hope it records these last words... Don't give up *Grunt* There is a way to kill it *Grunt* To end it, you ca-"

*Sudden burst of static, lots of ultra sound, Incognito's laugh*

And the last recording cuts off.



I guess we all know what this means... He is finally dead.

I don't know what will happen to this blog, but with Incognito gone, I see no purpose in me staying and updating it.

I guess this is a farewell, a final goodbye.










Rest in Peace you tragic man.

I don't know.

These past few weeks were...strange.

By strange I mean they were quiet, no attacks, no monsters, no nothing. It's as if, when Incognito left, it became peaceful...no. It became peaceful when I stopped looking for people to kill, when I started taking care of someone.

These past few weeks I was helping Cassia cope with her loss, she told me about her family, her problems, she opened up to me. I remember wishing that I could open up to her, but I had nothing to tell, I had no past life, no experiences, no family, nothing. That never bothered me, up until now, which is quite strange.

But at some point, peace must come to an end, and it did. Once her blood thirsty brother and his men attacked us in the apartment where we were staying.

A Van near the entrance to the building, human shadows coming from the top of the building, several footsteps, reflexes kicked in, didn't take a genius to figure out that we were about to be attacked. Took my gun from under the bad, ready to counter attack, but then, I was stopped, by her, Cassia.

"You said yourself on that blog that you're tired of killing."

"Maybe, but I also don't want people to die because of me."

"It's my brother, let me talk to him."

Just like that I threw the gun on the ground and just waited for the door to be kicked in, several men running into the room, yelling, pointing their guns, beating me to the ground. Everything happened just like I thought, in a matter of minutes I was on my knees with several guns pointed to my head and her brother in my face.

"Where's your friend?"

"Path, you can't get to him."

"That is true, oh well, guess I'm going to have to kill you instead, to be honest, you're just as responsible for our father's death as he is."

"Stop it!" She put her hand on his shoulder, interrupting him.

"He's not responsible, he wasn't even there when our father got killed. Tell your men to put their guns down."

"You know, I was surprised to find you, here, with him, without trying to kill him. Are you stupid? He let our family's killer escape! He is just as responsible, as anyone who ever helped him! And now you're trying to do the same!" And then it happened, in one swift blow, he sent her flying to the ground.

At that moment, something happened, anger, anger overtook me.

I grabbed one of the men's guns, put it under my arm pit and shot the other man in the leg, on his way down, he started shooting, bullets flying in all sorts of directions, chaos began, they were disoriented, had to make sure Cassia wouldn't be hurt, had to incapacitate all of them.

Took me a few minutes, but I managed to incapacitate all of them, without killing them. Some had bullet wounds in their legs, some had broken arms, some were unconscious, but they were all breathing. But I forgot about one man, who hid in the corridor throughout all the chaos, her brother, he took me by surprise and aimed his gun at the back of my head, that's when I thought I was going to die.

And then I hear it, a gun shot, then I feel it, blood on the back of my head, then I see it. Her brother, he was on the floor, bullet hole in the back of his head and above him, Cassia, covered in blood, holding my gun which I threw down earlier, tears filled her eyes, she was shaking, she just killed her own brother to save me.






No news from Incognito...

These Strange Feelings.

Tonight, one of the Assassins caught up with me. It was her, Cassia.

While I had some free time, I searched up as much information as I could and there was nothing horrible that she did, in fact, if I didn't know this woman was hell bent on revenge, I'd think she's a saint: running a business which helps disabled children. She grew up with her father "Mennonite" on the farm, which is where I assume she learned how to shoot.

She was able to sneak into my apartment, good thing I wasn't sleeping, we had a short encounter, through which she was able to figure out that I wasn't the real Incognito, as soon as she figured that out, she stopped fighting me and simply asked me, where Incognito was.

As some of you know, I'm not a creature of many words, she knew that, so she didn't waste her time with me, she was about to leave and then, my first words:

"You shouldn't ruin your life over revenge."

That made her stop.

"He's in The Path, you can't get to him."

She stood there for a few minutes, suddenly she turns around and points a gun at me, tears running down her eyes.

"Don't you tell me what I should and shouldn't do! Who are you to tell me about revenge!? You don't know what it's like!"

"You're right, I don't. I was created as a mindless being, who's purpose was to kill for The Eye, a perfect soldier. I didn't and don't have anybody who cares about me, nor did I have anybody to lose, so yes, I don't know how it feels, along with many other things I don't know about."

Tears in her eyes still running.

"However, I was molded after a man who's path was made of vengeance, look where that got him. A lifetime of endless suffering, you want to end up like him?"

"I am nothing like him!"

"That's not what you said when you were tied up to the chair."

Silence, more tears, her hands start shaking, eventually she drops the gun and collapses onto her knees crying. My first instinct should have been to kick the gun away, tackle her and knock her out, use the opportunity to escape...

That wasn't it. Instead, I knelt down beside her and offered her my shoulder.

This is when I realized, even though I was brought into this world unnaturally, even though I was molded after a man who is craving murder and war, I was not him. I realized that a long time ago, when I refused to shoot him and he kicked me out of the team, but at that point, that was the only distinction between us. All this time on my own, I traveled around the world, taking down all sorts of scum, just because I thought it was my purpose, after all, I was created for Justice. However, killing didn't bring me a feeling of fulfillment, however, this moment, when I tried to help her, I felt it, the feeling of doing something right.

This is when I realized, I don't want to kill people because they deserve it, I want to help people who deserve it, just like I did that night.

She fell asleep on my shoulder, she's been tracking me for the past couple of weeks non-stop. She's currently sleeping on my bed, while I'm waiting for the second assassin.

As for Incognito, I don't know what he's status is, he told me that he'd let me know if he's dead, or alive. So far, I heard nothing from him.

Mendella out.

See You On The Other Side.

Report #118 2014, September 10th.

I was about to step inside The Black Forest and then I saw her, standing there in the middle of all those trees. The Pale Woman, the same woman who has followed me throughout my entire journey, she stands there, she signals to me to follow her.

Could be a trap, could be a hand of help. Whatever it is she's offering, I'm following her into this wretched Forest. As soon as this post is published, I drop my laptop and break it.

I'm equipped with a shotgun, an AK, a Colt, shooting knife, Archangel Silver Knife (Thanks Sanna), Axe and the Azoth that lives inside of me.

If I don't come back, Mendella will inform all of you. I'm taking my recorder with me, so while I'm moving, I can record what I see as I go, I need to test this lead out, I need to see if it's real, I need to see if those books didn't lie, I need to see if it hurts IT, I need to see if it can kill IT.

Time to restore Hope.

Report Ended.

Not Much to Say

Report #117 2014, September 3rd.

With those two mercenaries on our tale, I couldn't move forward any part of my plan, so I had to trick them, throw a decoy and hope they would follow it, while I silently continued moving forward with my plan.

Dressed Mendella exactly like me, gave him exactly the same scars, etc. It took us an entire week to finish with make up. They fell for it, by now they are somewhere in France and by the time they read this, it's too late for them to try and get to me.

It took me a week to get back to Germany.

Speaking of my plan, a certain someone named "Ghost" asked me about the answer I had found in the library inside the Devil's Cave. Well, I'm not telling what it is, yet. But what I can say is this, it's time for me to venture back to hell, back to a place that brought back locked up memories, a place some call "home" and others call "hell".

I'm going back inside The Path and I'm finishing this sadistic game.

Report #117 Ended.

Final Goodbyes.

Report #116 2014, August 26th.

I said goodbye to my mother and father, said goodbye to my wife and daughter and now I said goodbye to a man who stuck by my side from the beginning of this journey, up until his demise.

Twitch, who's real name will remain hidden.

I picked him up as he was running away from IT. He was the first person, who didn't judge me for what I did, every time we talked, the time when I thought that I was a monster, he knew that I wasn't, he saw deeper, he saw something, I could never see. And even though we didn't have the friendliest relationship, we still came to each others aid, no matter what.

The only thing that was driving him to survive, was the hope, that maybe, some day, he will get the chance to talk to his wife and child again. He never told her what was going on, he never said goodbye to her, he packed his things and immediately got out of there and met me. Today, hopefully, I fulfilled his dying wish.

Don't bother trying to find his wife, or child. Twitch was an excellent hacker, he wiped all the connections he could have had to them, changed his name countless amount of times, etc. To top it off, I told his wife to stop looking for him, it's impossible to track them now.

Goodbye old Friend, I promise, I'll make it work, your death won't be a waste.

Report Ended.

Second Assassin

Report #115 2014, August 16th (Mendella Posting).

We've been laying low, everything is still hot here in Russia, even outside of Moscow.

We were slowly, but surely getting out of Russia, but before leaving, Incognito wanted to visit his family one more time. It wasn't smart to do so, while we were in the middle of all this, however, human emotions get the better of everyone, I guess.

He told me to keep an eye on our vehicle, while he went into the graveyard and talked to his family one last time.

Few minutes later, I hear gun shots, several of them, I start dashing toward the direction where he went, it wasn't hard following the muzzle flash in the middle of the night, the problem was that it was far away. Once I get to the spot, I see Incognito on his knees, a dart in the back of his neck, made the assumption that someone sniper shot him with Botox, nasty stuff, paralyzes you in seconds. He was sitting right next to a dug out hole in the ground, right next to his family's graves. Several guys with AK's (A few dead on the ground) surrounding him, but they do not kill him, waiting for something? Didn't care, it was clear that they were going to bury him right next to his family.

There was a good dozen of them with their AK's and me with only a forty-five, idiot. One of a kind. First things first, had to get Incognito out of the line of fire, it was time to make some noise. Shot one of their men between the eyes, jumped back into my cover (Which was a tombstone), they start shooting in my direction. Full auto, lots of it. Ammo to burn and not afraid of making noise, spells amateur. But I was still out-gunned, and I was still up the creek, so I needed to get in amongst them, fast. I retreat further, they shoot at me, while running after me (Stupid), once I distance myself and them away from Incognito, I take cover behind another tombstone and throw a grenade at them (I always carry one). It blows up, takes out a good bit of them, while they are scattered, I run back to where Incognito was, they left two guys to guard him, two guys I can take. Shoot one in the head, the other one in the chest, before he can raise his AK, after that I kick Incognito into the newly dug out grave, no time to be gentle.

The group hat chased me, must have heard the gun shots and came back to where Incognito was. I hid behind a tombstone, didn't have time to grab one of the AK's, had to do it the "Silence and Speed" way. I take a deep breath and prepare for what's going to happen next, sneak up behind one of them, twist his neck in an instant, to my disappointment, he has a shotgun, life wasn't meant to be perfect, leave him, hide again, wait for another prey. And then, just my luck, a guy with an AK stumbles near my Tombstone, sneak up on him, grab his from behind and cover his mouth, can't snap his neck, since that will require both of my hands and if I let go of his mouth, he will scream. Had to take a chance, smashed his head against a Tombstone, he didn't yell, however, he fired a random shot out of his AK.

Don't care, have my AK, they are about to shoot at me, I shoot first, double taps. Can't drop a man with a couple of rounds, you're in the wrong profession. Let them be the ones to waste their bullets, get pulled off target by the recoil, mark themselves with muzzle flash. Aim, shoot, switch, repeat. Soon enough, fire stops, I'm the only one standing, that's when I let my guard down, I feel sudden pain surge through my neck and then I don't feel anything, I fall flat on my face, can't move, can't talk, only hear and see.

"Burns doesn't it? It's Botox. Can you believe that people actually pay, to have that stuff, a paralyzing drug, injected in their faces. It's a crazy world man, a world where a family can be murdered and the murderer will walk free."

The man got in front of me, with a knife in his hand, blond hair, black trench coat, red scarf, pretty tall, don't know who he is, don't care, just like he doesn't care about me.

"I have no problems with you Justice, I have a problem with your friend, the family murderer, however, can't afford to have you running around getting in my way."

He put his knife to my throat, he was about to kill me and then, he suddenly draws his knife into a different direction and he manages to catch Incognito in mid air, stabbing him into his shoulder. No idea how Incognito managed to be able to move so quickly, probably that Azoth inside of him. Incognito head butts him in the nose, making this guy stumble back, holding his nose. Incognito then kicks him in the jaw, which makes the guy fall down. Incognito picks my 45 up and is about to shoot him, however, he didn't know that my 45 ran out of ammo, couldn't tel him before hand because I was paralyzed.

The freak laughs and says:

"I have a gun too."

After which, he throws it at Incognito's head pretty hard. This idiot is using unpredictability to his advantage, they were both at a stand off, then the idiot throws a side kick, Incognit blocks it with his arm, while Incognito's arm is occupied, the idiot chops him in the neck. Incognito immediately grabs his throat, while hitting the idiot with his other hand, the idiot falls down, but he doesn't just stay there, he sweeps Incognito's feet, making him fall down as well. The idiot was about to stomp Incognito's face in, but Incognito grabbed his foot and twisted it, so the idiot falls down, hitting his jaw against the ground, Incognito grabs him by the back of his head and slams his face against the ground. The idiot is trying to reach for his knife, but Incognito grabs him from behind, putting him in a head lock, about to choke him.

That's when another shot is fired into the air, everyone stops moving. That woman again, the one who seeks revenge on Incognito.

"Let my brother go, or I empty a magazine into your skull."

"You will do so anyway, since you're seeking revenge."

"Unlike you, Kisin, I have some dignity, you spared my life once, I'm returning the favor."

A minute of silence and then Incognito lets him go, the guy rushes towards his sister, they start arguing between each other, amongst the argument, they drop their names. The guy's name is Xander and the woman's name is Cassia, or it's their nicknames, I don't know. In any way, Incognito picked me up and we drove off.

Good news is, we're finally out of Russia.

Keep Moving

Report #114 2014, July 30th.

Shortly after the package deliverers left, me and Mendella started packing and moving, the location was compromised, had to find a new one. Mendella found a small apartment in some sort of random motel, it was a good feeling to be able to move your muscles again, God knows, I hate spending an entire day flat on my back. Mendella was patrolling outside, keeping an open eye, apparently, not good enough of an eye, since someone did manage to slip by, but to be honest, she was disguised as one of the neighbors, walking around in a robe and shit.

The lock on our room comes off with a bang, the door is kicked open to reveal this woman, dressed in a vest, with an M-16 in her hand, obviously she didn't come to do room service. Since reaching for my gun would have too long, I used my shooting spring knife and shot the blade at her, she ducked avoiding contact, wasn't trying to hit her, was trying to distract her, I immediately rushed her while she was distracted by the knife, taking her down by the throat with my left arm. Sadly for me, my own knife was on the floor nearby, she took it and jammed it into my right shoulder. Then she kicked me, the kick was so strong it sent me stumbling back and crashing my right elbow through the window.

Catching my breath, she was now charging me, trying to nail me with a spin, side kick to the head, she was athletic, too bad I'm a tank, he side of my body took the abuse as I caught her leg, threw her on the floor, giving me enough time to reach my gun on the nearby table. Sadly for me, she was packing as well, and she was already on her feet, aiming at me, we exchanged fire, she was constantly retreating, while I was advancing, up to the point when I back her into a corner, against the door of the bathroom, at that point my gun ran out of bullets, had to reload, didn't have the time to do that, since I had no idea if she had to reload, kicked her through the door, grabbed her by the neck and smashed her head against the wall over the bath tub, had no time to finish her off with my own hands, good thing I always keep a grenade under my sink, lobbed the grenade in the bath tub where she was struggling to get up, ran out, closed the door, was about the get away from the door as far as possible, didn't take into consideration that she could recover quickly, which she did, she opened the door and threw the grenade to me.

Had to leap for it, remember my feet feeling the burn through the boots, had no idea where I was at that point in time, tried to get up, through my blurry vision I see her standing over the hole in the apartment, which was leading into an apartment below mine, I guess she was examining the rubble, here was my chance, charged her, pushed her down with me, made her take the majority of the impact against the ground, piked her up and smacked her against the wall, was going to ask who she was, but she bit my nose, loosened my grip, kicked me in gut with her knee, made me let go of her completely and stumble back. She had her gun ready, already aiming at me, had to run towards the bedroom inside the apartment for cover, she was running and gunning after me, it was apparent that she was an amateur with guns, got through the door inside the room, she was approaching fast, closed the door in her face, she started shooting through the door, didn't care, I retreated through the window in the room, to the fire escape, went up the fire escape, got through a window, which I left open on purpose, hid behind the wall.

Could hear her foot steps coming up the fire escape, once she got her left leg through the window, I closed the window, jamming her leg in and to avoid he trying to shoot me through the window, I put a slug in her leg, she yelled in pain, while she was distracted by the pain, I opened the window, grabbed her by the neck and put her down against the floor, delivering a few punches to her face, just enough to make her go unconscious.

I heard another set of footsteps running up the fire escape, I was ready to shoot, however stopped when I saw that it was Mendella, following our trail of chaos. Don't blame him for taking too long, he had to run from the rooftop, all the way to our apartment, jump down the hole in our apartment and figure out that we went up the fire escape, it was foolish of me not to figure out that there could be an internal attack, my fault, getting sloppy. In any way, he picked her up, we got back to our apartment, he patched me up as much as he could in a time span of 5 minutes, then went off packing our stuff, we had to move, however, I wasn't leaving without some answers, that's why we tied her up to the chair inside, to talk.

"Who hired you?"

"Why am I still alive?"

"Who hired you?"

"Not going to happen."

"Last time, who hired you?" followed by her spitting in my face.

"We can do this all night Kisin, I'm paid not to talk."

"Tell me and I'll take you to a hospital."

"Or maybe, I sit here quietly and bleed to death. We know pain better than most, no? The loss of family, the loss of love, the unquenchable thirst to right the wrong that were done to us."

"You don't know me."

"But I do, perhaps better than you know yourself, we are killers."

"You kill for money, that makes us different."

"Money is a necessary evil, killing is not. I could care less for my employer, I am here because I wanted to be the one to kill you."

"Looks like you failed."

"You think you're doing good, by playing the role of judge, jury and executioner? You killed my father, who was doing a job for Dimir, he needed the money to save our mother from a disease that was eating her up! In result, I lost both of them! You think you're doing good? Every action has an opposite equal reaction, every person you kill, a new one takes their place: stronger, faster, younger. You're not helping anyone, you're only polluting this world with more killers like me!"

"Heard that before." by this point in time Mendella signaled me to get ready, we were leaving.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Do what you do best! You monster!"

"No."

And then we left, could hear the sirens as we were leaving approach closer and closer.

The reason why I didn't kill her, is because I have no basis to do so, she came after me for revenge, I can't kill her for that, revenge is a reaction, a reaction I myself experienced. I know she'll keep coming after me and I'll keep avoiding her, up until the point when she decides to cross the line, only after that, will I kill her.

Report Ended.

Don't trust anyone, ever.

Report #113 2014, July 23rd.

Can't believe I forgot one of those crucial rules, you can't trust anyone, at all, even people you consider to be friends.

Me and Annalee decided to make a deal, I send her over all the files Dimir had and in return she sends me the files on L.E.G.I.O.N. If you never heard about Legion, it's an organization centered around beating IT, however the way they try tho achieve that, is by capturing innocent people and experimenting on them to death, the organization needed to be shut down and I was planning on doing so, Annalee was supposed to send me over the blueprints of their building, their location, information on their workers, etc.

But we couldn't send it over via e-mail or anything like that, great example why, my computer was hacked, it could get hacked again, it could be being hacked right now as we speak, they could get their hands on the information and either prevent it from sending, or something else. Then Annalee told me about The Couriers, The Couriers was an organization centered around delivering various thing to runners if they requested it, then the organization disappeared, or fell apart, or something. And recently, it started rebuilding, so there's that.

So they were supposed to go to Annalee first, get her package and then travel all the way here, to Russia and get my package in exchange for hers.

I heard 3 slight knocks on our door. I was in no position to move at the time, my body is covered in bandages, it hurts to even move, if I were to get up, stitches would rip. So I signaled to Mendella to open the door, while I reached under the bed for my Bolt Action 50. Sniper Rifle, this thing can blow anyone's brains out along with their skull, especially at close distance, the head would just get ripped clean off.

Mendella got his Uzi out and opened the door quickly, pointing the gun at anyone who was standing nearest to the door. Upon seeing a second figure through the door, behind the first one, I aimed my Sniper Rifle at the second figure.

"Who are you!?"

First figure lifted his hands up above his head and replied calmly in Russian:

"Malcolm Pierce, head courier. This is my colleague, Ellen. We've been sent here with a delivery from Miss Annalee for you."

Mendella looked at me, I was looking and Malcolm and then I looked at his colleague through my scope, she was packing, but nothing too serious, I looked at Mendella and nodded my head, showing him that we can let them in.

Mendella put his gun down and welcomed them inside, I was putting away my Sniper Rifle, but not too far and replied in Russian as well (Haven't talked in Russian for a while now, needed practice):

"Sorry, can't afford to be nice, we've become quite popular here in Moscow."

Upon further examination, once they walked in, I was able to see them more clearly. Malcolm was dressed in a fancy suit, he acts calm, clearly a rich boy. His colleague Ellen, on the other hand, looked like the kind of person who would put on anything that was in the closet, not nearly as posh as Malcolm.

Malcolm took out a box and started walking towards me:

"Contained within this is the information Annalee is exchanging for your information. I have no idea what either refers to, but until we have successfully left this building with your delivery to her, you aren't to open the files within. As per the terms of our agreement."

I thought for a second, then looked at Mendella who was guarding the door to a room in our hideout, he looked at me, with a disagreeing look, I should have listened, but I decided to go with my gut feeling on this one, as always:

"That's alright, I trust her."

Mendella was shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Get the hard drive."

Mendella stormed off into the room he was guarding, to get the hard drive. After a few minutes, he walked over and gave me the hard drive. I extended the hard drive towards Malcolm, but not giving it to him yet:

"Hand to hand."

We exchanged items. As we were exchanging, I could see his colleague being cautious of any dirty tricks from our side.

Once the box was in my hands, I looked at Malcolm and told him:

"Thanks."

Then I looked at Mendella:

"Show them the door."

He took out his Uzi and pointed it at them, signaling to the door. Malcolm's colleague, Ellen, stepped between him and the gun. They didn't move immediately, stood in one spot for a few minutes, felt longer. Then they finally started walking away, Malcolm on his way out, turned his head slightly towards me and said:

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you. We will make sure your delivery reaches it's intended destination."

Funny about the "Pleasure doing business" part, didn't sound like he meant it at all, no wonder, welcomed with a gun to the face, exited with a gun to the face. However, I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to do my job, at least, that's what I thought I was going to do by traveling to Legion's base and taking them out.

But, no. What was in the box, was a box full of blank pages and a little "apology" note, that said:

"I know this looks bad, but I'm sorry. The information on L.E.G.I.O.N. isn't something I can disclose any longer. Please know when I made the deal I had no idea I was going to be sidelining you like I am right now. Again, apologies. 

-A.C."

An apology doesn't cut it, not only am I not trusting you anymore, nor any word you say, I assume that you did this in order to protect LEGION and if you protect them, you deserve whatever you get. You did say that you were visited by them before sending off the documents, one might assume that you were threatened by them, but there's also an assumption of you working together with them. But you did say that you will explain everything in your recent post, so I'll wait, I doubt I'll believe you though.

And here's a little critique Couriers, check the contents before you accept them.

Mendella was right to be suspicious of her, I should have listened.

Report Ended.

WE FOUND YOU, KILLER.

WE'RE COMING AFTER YOU, KILLER.

YOU WILL PAY FOR CAUSING US SO MUCH PAIN, YOU WILL PAY.

Healing.

Report #112 2014, July 10th.

Still alive, Mendella patched me up as well as he could, few days ago, I regained my consciousness.

I went to Dimir's building like I planned, shot two pipe-bombs filled with tear gas. In a few seconds, first floor was filled with it, while all the guards were pre-occupied crying and throwing up, I strolled through the first floor, avoiding killing anyone, decided to use the stairs rather than the elevator, since I have bad history with elevators. Ran into some guards along the way, avoided killing them, only shot at their feet.

After a while, I got to Dimir's main office, there were no guards near it, obvious trap, had no choice but to walk into it. Suddenly the lights went out in the office, along with automatic window blinds, covering all the windows in the office, it was pitch dark inside, my only source of light was the open door to the office.

I hear footsteps in the darkness, shoot in that direction, hit nothing but walls, then it happens, someone behind me, stabs me in the back with a knife, turn around in order to shoot the person, he pushes my arm down to the ground and I shoot at the ground. I feel a knee kick to the gut, open palm strike to the nose, breaking it, another stab to the stomach. I get thrown at the table inside the office, head hits against the edge of it, I'm on the ground, the knife sticking out of my stomach is stepped on, pushing it further inside.

The attacker walks a few steps away, I didn't know why, didn't care, I get to my knees and take out the knife from my stomach, my blood is all over the floor. I attempt to swing, he is too quick, simply moves away and avoids contact, knees me in the jaw, takes me by the back of my head and slams it against the floor, I try to get to my feet, he grabs me by the back of my hair and puts a knife to my throat, while telling me that he is not impressed with me.

Seizing this opportunity I lulled my head to his forearm, bit a good chunk of his skin (Maybe chunks of meat) off his arm, he pulls the same arm away and goes in for the stab, by some miracle I manage to put my forearm in the way of the knife, the knife pierces my forearm, breaking the bone. I spit his skin and meat (Along with a good bit of my blood) into his face, blinding him for a second. I use my right arm to go for my second gun hidden in my pouch, at the same time using my left arm to punch him in the face, breaking his nose, he stumbles back, the punch hurts, since that the arm where the knife was lunged in.

I shoot at him, he moves, rolls, picks up my gun that I dropped earlier, he stops to aim, his mistake, I shoot, hit his left shoulder, he shoots, hits my left shoulder as well. I fall to the ground, I keep shooting at him, he runs, skull rattled, guts leaking into my lap, bleeding out, whole world blurry, I was seeing three of him, I shoot them all. And then everything goes black, he throws a smoke grenade, filled with black smoke, must have been a smoke bomb DTB02. My mind was drifting, the darkness was disorienting, it didn't help that I was hearing my wife's and daughter's crying voices.

Suddenly, I get an arm around my neck from behind, chocking me, he pulls the knife out of my back, I can feel the wind of the knife going into the air, he was about to stab me, had to improvise, I shoot myself in the chest, near the arm pit, right under the shoulder bone, bullet goes through, hits him in the chest. He falls to the ground, still holding the knife, trying to get up, I shoot his hand that was holding the knife, fingers fly into different directions, knife drops, he is useless.

Told him to call Dimir and tell him that I'm dead in his office, he calls, says exactly what I said, Dimir doesn't believe him, he gives me the phone, I take and listen, Dimir spews some bullshit about me never getting to him. I dropped the phone, shot the assailant in the head, recorded a recording using my old ass voice recorder, uploaded the recording to my blog, all the while downloading all the information from Dimir's computer. Then I fell unconscious for about 5 minutes, when I woke up, I was still looking at the dead body of the assailant, got up, dragged my body all the way down the stairs, could hear sirens, had to get away, had to get home.

I don't remember walking all the way back to my home, I don't remember that bit at all, it was dark for me at the time, a darkness that dissolved when suddenly I heard Dimir's voice again:

"Hello Sergei, welcome home."

He was at my family's house, somehow he figured out where I was hiding all this time and he planned an ambush. 4 of his guys get out of the bushes, 2 on left side, 2 on the right side, they start shooting at me, I immediately turn to the right and shoot, I could feel bullets digging into my right shoulder, left shoulder, my side and my stomach. I was able to shoot one of them in the head, left side seemed to run out of bullets and they were busy reloading, the second guy on the right side shot my left ear off, I pushed him back a little, he shot his last bullet through my stomach, just below my rib cage, I put the gun to his head and shoot his brains out.

I turn to the left and see muzzle flash everywhere, they must have reloaded, I also see Dimir hiding behind his truck, I had to reload, I hid behind the tree that was nearby, while I was reloading, one of the guys kept shooting at me, the other one changed position, taking cover behind the same truck Dimir was hiding behind. I finished reloading, get out from behind the tree, shoot one of the guys on the left that was still in the bushes, then I shoot the other one that was hiding behind Dimir's car.

Dimir picked up his body, lifted it over his head like it was nothing and started running at me, I shot Dimir in the gut and that's when the gun clicks, the most annoying sound in the world, he throws the body at me, making me fall down, I drop my gun, he tries to stomp my head in, I move my head just in time, instead he stomps on his dead goons head, I grab his dead goons head and shove it in his crotch, I thought it would slow him down, it only pissed him off more. He grabbed me by the collar, pulling me up and throwing me against his truck, my right arm goes through the window, he approaches me, I grab as much glass as I can, when he gets closer I rub it against his face, I slam his head against the roof of his truck, he stumbles back, I punch him, he stumbles back even more, I punch him again this time sending him to the ground.

It took me three punches to get him down, he does only one punch and it's enough to make me stumble back and turn my back to him, he decks me in the back of my head making me tumble down, he grabs me by the back of my hair, there's a fire hydrant in front of me, he shoves my nose against it, if the open palm strike from the assassin wasn't enough, then this was, to give me a concussion. There was a puddle of water on the ground near the hydrant, must have been from the rain earlier, he shoved my face into it, I hit the ground, while suffocating. While I was drowning, my remaining ear was not consumed by the water, I could hear him yelling at me, telling me, that his daughter died for a reason, she died to give him this city, that he will leave a mark on this city, he told me that my family died for nothing, my entire life was a useless waste, I changed nothing, won nothing, accomplished absolutely nothing, he might have been right, I didn't like him being right, it angers me, it angered me then, it gave me the strength to lift my face out of the water, opposing his strength. I used my free arm, to hit him in the jaw with my elbow, he let go, I turn around and grab his neck, squeeze it so hard that his tongue is sticking out, he gets his face closer to mine, so my grip loosens, before I inevitably let go, I use the opportunity and bite his tongue off. I let him go, he pushes me in the back of his truck's bed, the truck bed was filled tools, iron pipes, etc. He took an Iron Pipe, I went for the tool box, he started to swing the iron pipe, before he could land a hit, I spit his tongue along with some of my blood in his face, he stumbled back, I take the hammer use the back of the hammer, stabbing the hammer into his temple, he falls down, I think he's dead, I drop from his Truck's Bed, crawl over to my gun, reload it and slowly get up to my feet. I hear him still groaning and moaning, remembering the lecture he gave me, about this city being his, it might have been his city, but it's my world, I shot him in the head, he stopped moving, Dimir was and is dead.

Then I lost consciousness, just before I fell to the ground, I saw them, my family, standing on the footsteps of our house and for a split second, I saw IT behind them, I thought I would die. And then I wake up on a comfortable bed and I see myself, nursing me back to health, at first I'm confused, it takes me a few minutes to realize that I'm still alive and it's thanks to Mendella.

Report Ended.

Dimir's Dead.

I found Incognito, he's with me, barely breathing, I have no idea how he still alive with all the wounds in him: Broken Nose, punctured side of the back, punctured stomach, punctured fore arm, gun shot wound in the right shoulder, second gun shot in the right shoulder, gun shot near the stab wound of the stomach, gun shot near the rib cage, gun shot on the back of the left shoulder, third gun shot on the right shoulder, shot off right ear, gun shot just a little below the rib cage in front, pieces of glass on the right side of his face, broken jaw.

I have no idea how he is still breathing, I did everything I could for him, now it's just a matter of time to see if he crawls through. My hunch was correct, all this time he was operating from his old home, where he used to live with his family, I can't imagine how hard it was for him to spend every night in there.

When I got to the house though, I wasn't expecting to see a pile of bodies across the whole street, near the door step was Incognito, unconscious, behind him were four dead bodies of some men that I never seen (Probably proxies) and amongst them was a fifth body, Dimir, with a hammer sticking out of the side of his head and a bullet through his head.

Apparently, when Incognito infiltrated the tower, he didn't expect that Dimir would be infiltrating his base of operations at the same time. Based on Incognito's recording in the previous post, Dimir had left some sort of assassin behind, by the sound of Incognito's voice, he was already badly hurt. So when he managed to crawl back home, he was ambushed by Dimir's men, somehow Incognito managed to take all of them out.

Also, Annalee, don't worry, I have all the documents you wanted from Incognito, he had the hard disk in his pocket, it's a miracle that thing wasn't hit. I scanned through the info on this thing, interesting reading, I'll send it over as soon as Incognito is able to utter a sentence.

Never found Incognito's body, heard what he was doing, traveled to Russia to keep an eye and maybe help, followed him, went through Dimir's tower, lots of dead bodies, had to make it quick, police was close, made it to the top, lots of blood, some guy dead with a bullet in his head, lots of blood near Dimir's computer, a recorder on Dimir's table, found this recording, Incognito wasn't in the office, have a hunch where he might be, can't write too much, currently driving to the point of destination where Incognito might have went.

Final Notes.

Report #111 2014, July 3rd.

August 1995, the first time I shot a woman.

She drowned her three kids, tried to blame on some sort of random intruder, the jury saw through that lie. But she still had the fortune to be convicted and placed in prison, without a death penalty, or so she thought. To this day I still don't know if it was an accident or not that my first shot missed her head and instead tore though her throat. All I know is that I did stop for a moment in order to watch her squirm and bleed out, but just for a moment, that moment was enough to make me realize, I actually love this. How was I sure that she was lying about the intruder? She was smiling.

I'm few steps away from Dimir's tower, time to end this, by the time he reads this, I will already be working through his tower.

I'm going to use tear gas, I have about 3 pipes of tear gas, this way I will have free time to operate and not kill any of the guards, they might not know who they're working for.

There's not a lot of them, he sent a big majority of his guy to hunt me down, obviously pissed off at the fact that I dug up his daughter. What he neglected to realize is that I've been spending night near his tower, watching, monitoring who left, who came back, etc. I know that he doesn't have too many guards in there, but there's still a good bit of them inside.

No final words, if I die, I die.

Time to end this.

Report Ended.

Anastasija Volkova.

Report #110 2014, June 30th.

Before Dimir Volkov could rule this city, he had to make every major crime family bow down and it was no picnic. Dimir had to huff and puff like crazy, to earn his spot as the Oracle and "The Owner" of Moscow, he had to do a lot of killing, tricking, stealing, etc. But one dreadful day, one of the crime families visited his home, visited his family, his wife, his son and daughter. His wife and son were cuffed to the bed, while his daughter was held by one of the thugs, he put a knife to her throat, Dimir had a gun hidden behind his jacket, it was a stand still, they told Dimir to step down, walk away from trying to assume the role of the Owner, they told him to lose all the power, told him to disappear along with his family. Then Dimir shot one of the thugs that was closest to his wife and Son, the thug that was holding his daughter slit her throat open, he shot the second thug, his daughter was bleeding out, he shot the third thug. Her name was Anastasija, she was only 16 years old, do you remember her Dimir? Do you remember how she dies? Quickly, or slowly? Remember how you sacrificed her to gain the power you have now? When you gave up everything, for nothing.

Then your wife divorced you, took your son, but of course you want to pretend like you're a good father, you still pay them, you visit them as much as you can, however those visits don't go so well, remember when I was standing outside of their home, when your goon Mennonite attacked me? I saw both of you through the window, you weren't talking, you were arguing, remembering that detail made me look up everything about you.

Now I have her, I have your daughter, I dug her up. I was half way home with her casket, when it hit me, when I threw up on the ground, it's the smell that gets me, I've smelled rotting bodies more times than I can remember, it's not that, it wasn't her smell, it's mine.

I'm used to apologizing to dead children, I've been doing it for years. I tell my own child for getting her killed, sorry for walking her into an ambush, sorry for failing her in every conceivable way, sorry for the way I've chosen to honor her memory, but most of all, I'm sorry she was ever born in the first place.

Not every man deserves a legacy, not every man deserves to be a father.



Went to work tonight, taking down a small proxy base full of weaponry, they used to run, they used to hear me coming and run like hell, they used to, but not anymore.

Was having a shootout in a four story building, in the corridor, there was five of them left, shot down two of them in the gut, three others kept firing, had to take cover behind a wall, pierced my arm, luckily didn't hit the bone. It was easier when they ran. Now they stand and fight, they lie in wait, they give chase, they hunt me as much as I hunt them. And every time I bleed, they believe a little more that they can win.

Took the bandages from my side bag, bandaged the wound to avoid infection, I hear what they say, they say Kelevra took something out of me, prison kicked my ass. They say I'm not the man I used to be, they're right.

I heard dogs barking, 3 Ovcharka's, they let them go to munch me up, shot one of the dogs in the head, the other two tackled me down, I was holding off one of them by it's neck, the other one bit into my wrist, was able to choke the dog I was holding off by the neck, took the last one by it's head, swung it around, it hit one of the proxies, they didn't expect that, shot the dog, along with the proxies.

I'm full of weapons now.


It's times like this, I remember a man I once met on duty. He was assaulting Russian Army bases in the jungle, he'd killed 38 Soviet soldiers, ambushing patrols, he'd hit and run, disappear like a ghost. Me and 8 men were assigned to assist the soldiers, all 8 of my men died by his hands, I'd been shot twice and peppered with shrapnel, infection was setting in, I was barely conscious when I managed to drop a grenade into his cover. He still nearly killed me, without his legs, he came tumbling out of the cover on top of me, I stabbed him through the right eye with the knife, he was still fighting, chocking me, I tried to do the same, I was ripping his throat apart with my own hands, he tried to drown me in his blood, so hot it burned my face. Eventually, his head lolled to one side, held on by nothing but rage and flaps of skin, yet he still crawled after me, reaching for me, breathing through all his bubbling, gaping wounds. I had to beat his head into paste before he finally stopped twitching, I staggered out of that jungle feeling like I'd won. Now that I look back on it, I realize what a fool I'd been.

I think about that man every time I bleed, each time my bones ache, or my body begs to let it lie down and die, or I start to run low on rage, used to be a man like that would've ruled the world, on his back whole empire's would've been raised, or conquered. Not cowards like you Dimir, who only send their goons to do their dirty work.

I don't pray, but if I did, I'd pray to that man, every goddamn day.

Report Ended.

All alone.

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Starting from Scratch

Report #108 2014, June 24th.

Ever since I was arrested and Kelevra sold out all of my warehouses here and killed all of my dealers, I have nothing, no weapons, no tech, no Kevlar and my Van has probably been destroyed, time to start from scratch and that's exactly what I did last night.

Went for a walk and saw three drug dealers in the alley way, dealing their shit to some kid, as soon as the kid ran off I approached them. They saw me walking up, asked me what I wanted.

Punched one guy in the nose, he fell flat on his nose, bleeding from his ass. The other guy tried to approach me, but before he could move any further, chopped him right in the middle of his neck, he fell down gasping for air in result suffocating himself. Last guy tried to run, but I grabbed him by the back of his neck and rammed his face into the brick wall, he went down with blood coming out of his nose and eyes, dead.

Only one of them had a gun, six bullets, it was a start. The guy with the broken nose was still alive, shot him in the head, 5 bullets.

This morning I went to patrol Dimir's tower, binoculars (Which were lent to me from Sanna) helped analyze the situation from a neighboring 7 story building. Dimir never leaves his tower, the windows are bullet proof, wonder if they're rocket proof, a pity I lost my bazooka.

Last time it took 3 blocks of C4 in Red Square and a Van full of explosives for me to get him to step outside and now all I have is a gun with five bullets and a knife. He's beefed up security since the last time, I suppose business has been good, what with me locked up, Kelevra dead, Artsyom dead and Sanna staying low. Cops in his pocket, Proxies doing whatever he orders them to do, money flowing in by the truckload, whole city at his knees. Must be nice to be Dimir Volkov.

This city has forgotten people like me, it fears him more than people like me. For that to change he has to die, I have to kill him and drag his body into the streets and show the whole fucking city: Dimir's come and go, but not me.

Someone was coming in through the roof access door behind me, I hid behind the roof access, it was one of Dimir's security members, morning patrol, snuck up behind him, broke his neck, took his gun. Two guns and a knife, thirteen bullets.

Time to get back into action, time to start from scratch, start anew, my war has been waiting for me.


On a side note: Sanna I will be leaving soon, the heat I'm about to have on my ass is dangerous, however, while I'm here, if there's something troubling you, come and tell me, even though I'm busy, I'm sure I can find the time to deal with the problem that worries you.

Report #108 Ended.

Kelevra's Motives

As I said in my previous post, I would explain this.

When I was in prison, in the infirmary, laying there, not being able to move both Physically and Mentally, every scum sucking asshole in that prison knew who I was and when they found out that I was badly hurt, the excitement in the place grew, suddenly all of them grew some balls and wanted to be the one to put me away for good.

On the second night, I heard arguing near my room in the infirmary, arguing of two criminal groups, they obviously bribed the guards to let them in, they were a few steps away from me, behind the door. I knew that once they were gonna come into my proximity I was going to rise up from this bed and kill every single one of them and then another thought crawled into my mind...maybe I won't. So I remained on the bed, waiting for them to come in and kill me, I wanted to die.

Then you know that Sanna broke me out, but I remained still, I was seriously going to not move at all and just wait for my death, weather from hunger, or by someone else's hand. During one of the nights at Sanna's place I heard his voice, Kelevra's voice, that fuck wouldn't leave me alone even after death:

"So you're going to just sit there on you ass and wait to die? You do realize that wasn't the point of me trying to break you, right? Wake up! Wake the fuck up! Do you even now why I chose you as the guy to put me away!? Is it because you were cold blooded killer, a man of no remorse? Why in the fuck would I choose you because of such nonsense!? I chose you, because you are probably the most humanized human being I have ever met. I know why you killed your family a second time in the crossroads, you did it because you didn't want them dragged into this, you didn't want them to suffer, you didn't want them being disturbed from their rest, you found the strength in you to step over your personal agenda and preserve their peace. The reason why you help innocent people, rather than just kill those who deserve it is because there's a big in your brain constantly reminding you that you're not the only person in this world, you might see everything in black and white, but at least it's not all black. The reason why I wanted to break you, is because I wanted to break this illusion you created for yourself that you're a monster, you're a human being with suppressed memories, only those memories could bring you out and they did. I'm showing you, something Minxie showed me, we can change, we will change, we are human. So get off your ass, there's work to do, you have a plan, fulfill it!"

After that, his voice went silent and never re-appeared again. Maybe it's me going insane, or maybe it's part of his Azoth that's really talking to me, I don't know, I don't care. All I know is that I'm not giving up, it's like he said, I have a plan, I need to finish it.

So no more moping, I'm done, time to gear up.

First I'm gonna take care of Dimir, then our Tall friend.

Conversation.

I am not known for my kindness, nor am I famous for showing any kind of emotion. Figured it was time to change that and the person who needed help the most, was right here with me, the same person who saved me and I needed her help.

I got off my ass and walked into her room, it appeared like she was flicking through some sort of journal.

“Thanks.”

She looked at me.

“"No problem. You did the same for me."

I was still tired; my body was refusing to stand, so I sat down on her bed.

"No, you broke me out of high security prison, which took guts, courage, and confidence. If there's one thing me and Kelevra can agree on, is that you grew up, became stronger."

My curiosity got the best of me.

"What's that you're flicking through?"

She wanted to shut the album, not wanting to share at first, but after a few minutes, she sat next to me and spread out the album, it was a family photo album…

"Just a few photos of my family."

One Photo was of a woman, her hair and eyes were the same color, dark brown. The second photo was of two kids, playing football, I could easily recognize Sanna, the other kid must have been her brother, on the account that both of them had similar looking bruises and remembering Sanna’s previous comment on my last post, it didn’t take a genius to piece everything together.

The Football photo, reminded me of her.

"Masha loved playing football..."

I looked at Sanna.

"Alex- Sanna, I saw your comment on my previous post, what you did, telling on your dad, don't blame yourself, it was the right thing to do. If you hadn't done it, he would have kept on doing it and it could have ended a lot more badly."

"When he came back, it got worse. My mama wouldn't say anything. I'd have said more, I know all of us would have. But we were scared. She was scared. Of losing us. Of betraying her religion - she was Orthodox, divorce was an absolute no-no in the church we attended."

Human beings like that disgust me, the ones that think of only themselves, and the ones that hurt those that are weaker. My childhood friend had a similar situation with his father when he was kid, after a few years he trained up and the next time his father wanted to raise his hand on him, or his mother, he put him in an arm lock and threatened him, the Father quickly sobered up and stopped doing it.

"I'm sorry."

I couldn’t say anything else to comfort her, there’s really nothing else to say on the matter, I wrapped my arm around her, trying my best to comfort her and then I remembered my father’s words.

"'Remember the good times, work around the tough shit.' That's what my dad always told me."

"Wise dad."

She seemed to accept my attempt at comforting her and leaned in.

"And it's OK. I'm sure if you'd been able to pick my life, you'd have chosen something else.”

She paused.

"Remember the good times…”

She sighed.

"Well - I did love football. You don't have to worry about anything when you're playing football. 'Cause you're just thinking short term. It's kind of like shooting or fighting a man, actually - so immersive you can just forget all the long term shit that's going to bite you in the ass. We stayed out late because the thought of going home was sometimes too much. And the later we stayed out, the angrier he got. It was kind of accumulative."

"I and Vikady used to play football, I was always the goalie, he was the defense line. When we would gather with other bunch of our friends, we would play football for hours. However, usually, those friends wouldn't last because Vikady liked to pick fights, he would steer up shit in a matter of seconds in a game."

I needed to ask her, needed to know.

"How did it feel, when you killed him? Artsyom."

"I was just glad he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. I don't care about him that much. He might have been my father, biologically, but where the fuck was he for the past seventeen years when I needed someone the most?"

I could hear in her voice that she was about to cry, but she maintained her cool.

"Not that he would know what pain is like. He's not the one who has to live with what he's done. The families of the people he killed are."

The answer relieved me.

 "Good, that's good, as long as you don't feel satisfaction; you're good, means you're in control."

I couldn’t help but laugh at the next sentence I was about to say.

"Kelevra says 'Hi' he talked to me today, I know it sounds like I'm insane, but it must have been through the Azoth that's inside of me, it was a part of him after all, believe it or not, it's thanks to him that I'm talking to you right now."

"Tell him I said 'rest in chaos'."

I can’t talk to him, he talked to me. She looked at me.

"Why'd he want you to talk to me? I don't have much useful shit to say."

More laughter from me, couldn’t believe I was laughing, I rarely smile.

"Not what I meant, what I meant was, he explained some things to me, showed me I'm a human, something you taught him, that was his whole purpose to break me, to prove that point, so I can survive longer." (More on this in the next post)

I felt like I needed to explain my opinion on Kelevra.

"Now that doesn't mean, I forgave him for everything he has done, nor did it make me regret that I killed him, but I can't deny, that he showed me the truth. The truth you showed him."

He deserved to die; I killed him, that’s the bottom line.

"This shit sounds so ridiculous."

She smiled for a short period of time.

"In what kind of world is 'you're human' so ridiculous?"

It was quiet for a few minutes, and then she said.

"I'm sorry about your family. And I'm sorry you were on worse terms when they died. That's not ideal. But... it's not your fault."

That cracked me up, telling me not to blame myself, coming from her.

"You know full well that I'm still going to blame myself, it's part of our human nature, but at least I know that there are people out there, who will always go out of their way to convince me otherwise.”

I meant it, for the first time I see that there are people who are willing to help me, that I’m not alone.

"I have something for you, if presents make you feel any better."

Can’t say they do, but I remained silent. She leaned forward and got her bag, out of it she gave me a combat knife. At first I was confused, I mean I have at least 3 combat knives and they were better crafted than this one.

"The metal is from a bullet that the motherfucking Archangel fired at me. In the hopes it will work against azoth... happy Father's Day, sir."

This could be useful; I took it and examined it.

"Well it's a good combat knife, nicely forged, as for the Azoth part..."

There was only one way to check that theory. I stabbed myself in the leg, it felt horrible, I used to get stabbed in all sorts of places and it never hurt as much as it hurt this time. Pain can barely faze me, I’ve been through so many injuries, you just get used to the pain, but this time, it felt like my whole leg got ripped off in one second. It definitely worked; I could feel the Azoth inside of me shriveling like it never did before.

While I was on the ground holding my leg, bleeding black blood everywhere, Sanna came rushing out of another room with a towel in her hand, she pressed it against the wound.

"Well, don't hold back; do you think it worked?"

She paused.

"Sorry."

I took the towel and continued holding it against the wound on my own.

"Sure as fuck did, I could feel it shrivel inside me like no other, it felt it, this is good, just what I need, especially with the new info I have on our Tall Friend."

I looked at her and smiled, because now, we had a chance to hurt IT.

"Thanks."

I struggled to stand up, but slowly I did.

"Do you have a bathroom somewhere around here?"

"Yeah, it's called the back alley."

"Great..."

I looked at her, thanks to her; I’m back in the game, no more of that grieving bullshit.

"Get some rest, we need as much of it, as we can get and... Thanks, for everything."

Then I continued into the back alley, the mend my wound.

Divorce

Those were my last words to her "I want a divorce".

Our life may have seemed like a happy looking life, a beautiful wife, sustainable job, smart little kid, the American God Damn dream. Only for me, it wasn't, before getting married I got sent to the most of dangerous places, I kidnapped people, tortured them, killed them, part of my job. Every single other Agent would have loved to get out of that sort of heat, not me, it felt like home to me.

But it happened, I got married, once my higher ups knew about that, they started giving me baby assignments just because I had family. Every single morning of my new life, I tried to pretend like I was happy with them, I tried to convince myself that "I just need time to settle in" that never happened. People say that after the things I have done, a normal person would have nightmares about those times, I didn't and because of that I couldn't sleep.

Soon Kristine started to catch on, she tried to make me talk to her, but I was always distant, off in my little world. I was ready to get out, was ready to tell her for us to take a divorce, ready to explain everything, but before I could do that, she suggested we go to the Church, if only I had stopped her, if only I had told her before going, they would still be alive, but no, I had to stretch it out a bit longer, hoping that the feeling of being a family man would sink in, it never did and in the middle of our walk, once Masha was far away, I told her that I wanted a divorce, she looked at me shocked and simply walked away from me further in silence, I could see the sadness in her eyes, after that we didn't talk and never would, because shortly after that...well you know the story.

Somehow, I don't know how, Kelevra was able to find out about it...

He broke me, I've never felt so vulnerable, doesn't feel good, I want to die, but it's just like he said, I can't, something's keeping me away from that privilege, why can't I just take the knife and slit my throat? What is keeping me here? I want to die, why can't I do it myself? Why do I have to risk my life every time and try to get myself killed by someone else's hands? What is wrong with me?

I'm not a monster, something else...

Last Words

He said he wanted to go to Red Square, that's where I went.

Once I got there, I was looking around everywhere to at least give me a clue where he was, he had a plan, that's why there was no shots being fired, everybody was walking like nothing was happening. Then I hear a police officer yelling at me to freeze, I thought I distracted all the police forces with the fake bomb in my Van, but no.

I cooperate, sit down on my knees while holding my hands up, putting down both of my bags full of weaponry and as I approached the ground, I got it, I knew where Kelevra was. The cop approached me, baby cops, tripped his leg, knocked him out with the elbow, got his gun and shot at the second cops leg. Grabbed all of my bags and went into the sewers, after a few minutes of wandering around, I saw him planting 3 C4's onto the gas line.

I shot him in the back with Gatling gun, the plan was to drive him away from the gas line and hit him with the R.P.G. Not sure if it would work, but I had to try.

His stupid costume took most of the impact, but a few bullets got through, he lost his balance, fell down.

"Sergei, good to see you man."

Those were 20mm round, a hundred per second and he was still talking and slowly getting up. To top it all off, he pulled the screens off the timers, no way of telling how much time left, while I was attending to the bombs, he was getting up, had to multi-task. Toy with the bomb, shoot him, toy with the bomb, shoot him and so on...

At least that was the plan, until he sank under water, couldn't keep my eye on him. So we know how this goes, at some point he jumps up and starts kicking my ass. The thought of me not succeeding started creeping in, had to block them out and concentrate, success, two blocks defused, one to go, so of course, this is where he comes up.

One charge left, one charge is enough to collapse the whole Square, the other charges were to bring down the city. His suit morphs around his arm and slams me into the concrete wall pretty hard, I lose my Gatling gun, my cheekbone cracks and splinters of my skull go into my brain and I can tell he's holding back.

"Sergei, I know why you're here, you're not here to stop me, I know what you want, but Sergei, I can't help y-"

He's talk tires me, I shoot him in the neck with 9mm, didn't hit my target, but it was enough to make him drop me. As soon as I touched the ground, I ran, ran towards the nearest Exit, he followed me, away from the gas line, that was the plan.

I shoot the lights out on the ceiling, it's dark, I move quietly through the water, while he was splashing like a kid in the bath tub. Judging by the sound, I aimed my R.P.G.and fired, that bastard, moved at the last second, I hit the wall.

"Sergei, I gotta say, you're starting to really piss me off."

I hear him running through the water like a damn battle ship, I fire my 9mm, hoping it will buy me 10 seconds. He cracked me good, head was still spinning, sounds are too loud, then I touch a ladder, I climb it, he's hot on my tail.

"You're not retreating Sergei, you're just advancing in a different direction!"

As I climbed, something yanked my R.P.G. off my back, pity I reloaded it, that wasn't part of the plan. I jumped from the Man hole and ran as fast as I can, I could hear the explosion happen behind me, that was my R.P.G. being used to make the man hole bigger.

"Good idea Sergei I was getting a little sick of the sick."

As Iran, looking back at him, following me, I turn my head for a second and stop dead in my tracks. That Church, the God Damn Church, I turn around and he's standing right there, ten bullet holes in his chest, bleeding that black ooze.

"This is it. It all comes down to right now. This is where it happened for you...and for me. Interesting isn't it, my parents owned this church, this is where I killed them, several years later, your family died in the same place, funny coincidence, isn't it?"

"This is where we both died."

After that he was coming at me. And it was going to hurt, but he's coming at me and that's what I need to have happen. The suit morphed around both of his arms into sharp ends, trying to spear me, but his back of the jacket disappeared because it turned into the sharp ends. I put one block of C4 onto his back from my bag, I could only hope he wasn't going to notice.

He turns around and slashes my face, my left eye goes blind, I tasted blood and I wonder where the ground went. One.

"This is the place where you "Died" HA! You wish!"

Got to my feet quickly, went for a tackle, wrapped my arms around him, but he doesn't even budge, doesn't matter. Two.

His Jacket wraps around my sides, lifts me in the air and starts crushing me, one of my ribs saps, I can't feel my hands.

"Really, it's what you want, it's why you're here today, it's why you're here everyday, you got a war and that's your objective, buddy."

He drops me to the ground, I struggle to get to my feet, since I can't feel them, stupid old body.

"But here's the thing Seriozha..."

Something big hits me in the head, something powerful, sent me flying through the window of the Church and now I'm inside this hellish place, Kelevra climbs through the same window.

"I can't kill you, no one can. I was born evil, maybe in the beginning I was Oleg, but somewhere along the way Oleg died and I was born, the moment I killed my family, to be precise. Now you..."

Once he walked over to me, he morphed sharp ends on both of his hands, swung up into the air, about to pierce me, survival instinct kicked in, I slid under his legs and jumped onto his back, trying to get to his neck, but the back of his suit morphed into sharp ends, piercing my stomach and chest in several places.

"That's a whole different snafu. Sergei Kisin is Mr. Incognito, he didn't die here with his family, he just got his priorities switched up, that's all. No more little league, you know?"

He smacks me off of him, black ooze once again wraps around me sides and sends me crashing into the ceiling, I'm on the second floor, can't move, he rises through the hole I just made with my head on those four tentacles things, he's like a spider.

"You see Sergei, you survived any mission you were given, you came back and you came back from here, from what happened in this church."

He descended, picked me up by my collar, punched me once.

"And you just keep..."

Punched me twice.

"Coming..."

Punched me third time.

"Back!"

Slammed me against the wall.

"Sergei Kisin is alive. You grew up and had parents, and first dates, and movies, and perfect nights, and football, and screw-ups, and laughs, and love..."

He prepares to swing for another punch "Not hate, love."

That's when I see them, both of them, standing behind him, worried faces. It's the concussion, I know that.

"You feel every kill, you feel it and it shreds you. That's why you want to die!"

He throws me towards the broken up balcony of the church.

"Your old weapons. Your bacon and eggs. Your cot. Your bandages and your boot instead of quick-clot and a door ram. You know you're not playing to win, you're making a good show."

I struggle to my feet, for the n'th time.

"What's your prep? What's your strategy? You fly by the seat of your pants, the skin of your teeth, you've been in it, that's not how you roll. Prep, intel, execution, P.I.E., or you die. But not you, huh?"

 Starts slowly walking towards him, struggling to move, since my feet are numb.

"There you go! Look at this guy! Getting up after that apocalyptic beat down! Right there! That's the cosmic joke! Even with his epic half-assery, Sergei Kisin Lives!"

He laughs.

"You want to be the monster, but you're a human being! You want to kill, but every time you do, you want to die so much more! So you get shot, you get blown up, you get thrown out of buildings, and you always drag yourself away, because you're just like me Sergei, you can't die."

I see them again, last three seconds, feel like three hours. Kristine, Masha. This is where it happened, right here. I loved them, I still love them, I'm still there, I'm here, it's not over, it's never over. This is my life, this is my entire life and it just keeps going.

I still feel things, even if it's just disgust and rage, at a child dying, at a woman abused, at evil unpunished. I'm not a monster, Kelevra is. I'm something else.

I aim my last colt at him.

"That's a hand gun Sergei, not gonna do the job."

"I put starburst ammo in this colt. Incendiary rounds."

"You think that's gonna kill me?"

"No, the 2 bricks of C4 on your back, will."

Probably shouldn't have given him the heads up, once I shot him, jumped towards the edge of the balcony, as far as possible from the explosion. Once the smoke settled, he was still standing, bleeding, but standing, his suit was reduced to shreds, it was apparent that his suit absorbed most of the blast, since he couldn't use it anymore, the playing field was leveled.

"What's the matter Sergei? Don't you wanna finish our chat?"

He rushed at me, swinging, I ducked, tripped his leg, grabbed his head and slammed his face into the ground.

"You're a hard man to figure out, Sergei..."

Slammed him again to shut him up.

"It wasn't easy, nearly drove me mad, I'll admit..."

Shut up.

"But then it all clicked into place for me, just like magic..."

Shut up!

"Once I figured out what really happened, that day, in this church."

SHUT UP!

As I lift his head up, to slam it again, he heads butts me with the back of his head into my chin, making me fall back. He comes running at me, at this point he's like a slug, he swings once again, I duck under his fist and stab him with the knife into his neck. He grabs the knife, his eye is wide, he stumbles back, falls against the balcony. I think he's dead, walk towards him, he's still talking, how?

"I know why you didn't see it coming, I know why your family died..."

I start pushing the knife further in order to shut him up.

"You were walking with your wife towards the church, Masha way ahead of you. You leaned over to her and said something to her, your last words she heard out of your mouth..."

I slam his head against the edge of the balcony.

"I know what you said to her, Sergei."

Then he said it, those words, those words I blocked out for so many years, the words I forgot, those words that led me to get my guard down, those words that was the reason we went to the church that day.

"Didn't you? Didn't you, Sergei, old buddy?"

Anger took over, not anger for him, but anger of denial, I got up, lifted my boot and stomped on the knife so hard his head ripped off, fell off the balcony, as it fell, I still could hear the laughter, the laughter that still haunts me.

After that Dimir's men came busting in, knock me down to the ground, I don't struggle, not because I can't, I don't want to. And I see her once again, the pale woman, standing over Kelevra's body and then I lose consciousness.

When I come to, I'm in the hospital bed, in prison, Dimir informs me that the last bomb was defused and Kelevra was dead, then he tells me that I will die here and I just lay there, waiting for prisoners to come and kill me, I wait for it and I think...

I'm still thinking....