Report #47, 2013 January 21st.
An Owl on a Tree.

Yesterday I have arrived at my point of destination, I agreed to meet up with one person, that person was Alicia Owly, I offered her help since I was not that far away from where she was and she agreed.

The place I told her to meet me at was a cafe (It's not important what cafe, or where it was), when I arrived, I was thinking, how would I be able to identify her, she could easily identify me since I gave her my clothing description in an e-mail, but I still had no idea how she looked like.

But it didn't prove to be hard to identify her since she was the only one in that cafe that resembled a young girl who was running away from home. She also had a laptop with her, so I walked up to her and asked if she was, who I was looking for. The conversation went as follows:

I: "You, Alicia?"

She looked up at me, analyzing my clothing, making sure if I was the person that told her to meet up over here.

A: "Uh...Yes."

I: ""This is Incognito, I got what you need, it's in the van outside, a couple of steps away from the cafe."

I saw uncertainty in her eyes, she was questioning weather she could trust me, or not, I don't have anything against that, if I were her, I would still be questioning if I could trust a person who literally came out of nowhere and offered help.

A: "Ah,sorry I lost track of time.I didn't know it was that late already."

She got up.

 A: "Ok...lets go then."

While we were walking towards my Van, considering a recent break down she had, I asked her how she was holding up. She responded with:

A: "As good as possible, considering the situation.And you?"

She then asked the same question, I had nothing to answer, but "Dead as always" since that's how I really feel about this situation and that is how I managed to survive for such a long time. She seemed rather sad at that remark, I don't blame her, but I didn't arrive to make friends, I arrived to help out, that is it.

When we got to my Van I gave her a credit card, I have plenty of those, they belong to a lot of proxies which I have killed over the course of my "running". She thanked me, I didn't really react.

After that she tried to make conversation.

A: "Its good to see a fellow runner for once."

I: "Maybe, I can't really tell."

After that I offered her a weapon (I had a lot of those), she agreed, I opened the stash in which I keep all my weaponry and told her to pick any non firing weapon. There was only one firing weapon I could offer her, since she looked like she never fired a gun before, but she declined, can't blame her, not all of us have the focus to aim a gun in a situation like this. She took a battle knife, I believe I got that one off of one Proxy who was an ex-marine, not sure though.

Afterwards I asked her if she had any certain point of destination she wanted to travel to.

A: "Uh..I don't really have one, I'm just wandering from place to place."

So I thought trough a little bit, and offered her to stick with me for a while, since she has a Fear after her called "Cold Boy" apparently this Fear appears when a person is lonely, or something like that, didn't do enough research on this particular one yet. This way, she doesn't feel like alone and that Fear doesn't come after her, offering her some time to rest. She agreed.

I don't know if I'm doing the right thing here, or am I just endangering her further, I'm not really that sure of why I'm doing this. Probably because if I didn't help innocent people, I would be another psychopath who enjoys killing proxies.

Afterwards we drove off, but not far, it was middle of the night when we met up, I drove for about an hour, during that time she fell asleep, I stopped feeling tired myself, but I didn't fall asleep, didn't want to, I was just exhausted from holding the steering wheel so damn much. I stayed awake whole night, looking around for any danger, now it's 7:35 AM, she's still sleeping, at 9 AM I will start driving again.

Report #47 Put on hold...

Report #46, 2013 January 20th
High Tailing.

Currently in my Van, drove away from the hotel a long time ago, currently in the middle of a street, stopped to type this.

So I was about to get ambushed at my room, I saw six people going towards the hotel I was staying in, out my window, I also saw in the reflection of a window in the opposite building that there were about six guys on the roof, all of them wearing hoods. Yup I was getting ambushed, I needed to take them out, but I wasn't going to waste my time.

I quickly got out of my room, rand down the corridor, got out trough the window and jumped, yes it's the fourth floor, but that is why I conveniently parked my Van under the window, and place a blow up mattress on it's roof, did that yesterday in the middle of the night when Kelevra broke into my room and delivered me he's "Present". Landing was ruff but I can't complain too much, once I was out of the room, I drove off to a safe distance.

Here's the juicy part, before leaving the room, I put 2 fire extinguishers near an oven with open gas (Yes that hotel was THAT crappy). Last night I put a blow torch on the shelf next to the oven, I connected it's handle with a wire to the door handle. Once they had opened the door I could hear an explosion as I was driving away, I looked into my rear window and saw fire coming out of my room's window.

Currently am on my way towards a town in Belgium, to meet up with someone, the drive will take a couple of hours, so I'll see you then.

Report #46 put on hold...

Report #45, 2013 January 19th.
Hunted.

I'm being hunted by someone, or something, I feel it every time I walk into this shitty room, they are already here, don't know weather  it's IT, Proxies, or something else. Whatever, all of my escape routes are prepared, ready to blow it in case some shit goes down.

Yesterday, when I fell asleep (Something I didn't experience for a while), I started getting images of a family again, I don't know what those dreams mean, but they never have an ending, or anything happening in them, just a family enjoying it's picnic, talking about grades of their kids, and all those other things.

When I woke up, I was sweating bullets, not out of fear, not out of shock, I was just sweating like crazy, I had a feeling, like something was off.

Since that night, I have been on the edge, vary of every little sound, paranoia? No. Awareness more like it, something will happen, I feel it, problem is, I don't know when.

According to some blogs, a lot of people are going towards Belgium, I don't know why, but I don't like it and at the same time I do. Negative side, a lot of attention will be attracted here, plus side, a chance to find out some information.

Not sleepy, going to go and check up on supplies.

Report #45 Put on hold...

Report  NUMBAH 44 is continuing!

HELLO KITTIES!

Missed me? Of course ya did, don't mind me, I'm in Incognitos computer, just to leave him a fun little file.

You people at Belgium have such delicious shit, just my God!

Ok uploaded it, whatchu think guys will he like it? Hmmm better make sure he surely likes it by adding another present. There, now isn't it just the cutest little thing?

Welp I oughta be off, remember eat your vitamins, keep your heads up, drink lotsa milk and never go taking a dump near a poison Ivy....oh silly me it's winter, welp there goes my joke.

Oh look at that Mr. Grumpinito is coming back.

Ciao boys and girls, also, remember, it's all about destruction, TTFN, Ta Ta For Now.

- Kelevra.

Report #45 Put on Hold MUDAFUCKAS!...

Report #45 Continued

Fuck me sideways, where the fuck did he come from? This is fucking ridiculous, he couldn't have climbed trough a window, fourth floor. No trace's of door breaking, he wouldn't have enough time to lock pick, was he here the whole time? Impossible, I checked everything before I decided to stay here.

Took me so long to respond because, he left a fucking head on my table, sick fuck left a decapitated head on my table, took me some time to dispose of it (It's really hard to carry a decapitated head and look normal). Thank God it's night, not many people were outside, I covered the head with a coat, found and alley and burned it. When came back, was busy wiping off blood.

He left me a file, I looked at it, it isn't meant for me, this fuck wants to use me as a messenger. Not going to say to who this is addressed to, not important in this post. I knew something was going to happen, tough I'm not moving, I'm sure that sick fuck acted of he's own accord, not on IT's behalf. Yes I'm willing to take such a stupid move like not going to another place just because someone left a decapitated head on my table. I have a whole plan for this place in case of attack, I'm not moving that easily.

Though I'm not going to sleep tonight that's for sure, I wonder what this fuck wants with me.

Report #45 Put on Hold...

Report #44, January 18th.
Kortrijk.

Took me a week to get from France to Belgium, staying in a small ass hotel for the weekend. Currently at the town of Kortrijk, don't care if they read this blog and track me down, they won't get enough time to surprise me.

This town is good enough, lots of buildings, lots of people, love the sound of numerous crowds under the window, means there's life.

The driving was quiet, at the beginning could see it occasionally at the corner of my eye, but recently, didn't see IT at all, either setting up for something, or is too busy, don't care, I'm prepared.

It will take me probably a week to get out of this country after the weekends. Really hard to drive when you had no sleep, for crap load of night's.

Going to go get some sleep, might update this report today, we'll see.

Report #44 Put On Hold...

Report #43, January 14th.
Fully Healed.

As the title states, I am fully healed, some wounds hurt of course, but its nothing compared to when those wounds were open. Spent a whole day packing, will be on a move towards Lithuania, will take me good two weeks so might be silent for a while, since I got no idea if I will be able to get Internet in places I will stop at along the road.

My travel plan is consist of traveling from Paris (yes, that is where I currently am) trough following countries: From Paris I will be going towards Belgium, from Belgium to Germany,  from Germany to Poland, from Poland to Lithuania. If any of you are located in current countries, I can afford to waste some time in order to visit you, drop you off some supplies, weapons, money, anything really and then be on my way.

Been a long week, been quite too, it helps when they don't know where you are, I was able to mend my wounds in peace which is a rare thing for me, I will be taking off tomorrow, I already plan on visiting someone along the way. Not going to tell who, since I don't like to reveal things early on, though some people might already know who I speak of.

Also, to whom it may concern, I got another e-mail today, unknown address as usual, another picture, partially I know what it means, but I won't say, since I think you will all get what it means, I don't like wasting time on needless details.

With this, I am closing this report, will leave tomorrow at 5 PM.

Report #43 Ended.

Report #42 2013, January 7th.
Slowly getting back.

I'm stuck to my bed for a couple of weeks, have to mend my wounds, yesterday, it hurt every single muscle in my body to type Report #41, but today, it doesn't hurt that much. My parents once told me as a kid that I heal like a dog, and that is true, my endurance has always been extremely high (Thank you USSR).

While I was gone a lot has happened, Lisa "joined" IT and became IT's "third form" whatever that means, seen her type on other people's blogs,don't like it, but can't really do anything, so I just forget and move on.

According to many blogs, lots of Fears are joining together, don't know if that involves IT, if so, survival chances are getting slim, but for such occasions there are always back up plans.

A lot of "supernatural" started up blogs, forget the word "runner" these days someone always has a special "ability", irritates me a little bit, since I would like some of that power, but whatever, I cope with what I have and that is blood, sweat and more blood. Always been like that, always will be.

I got this in my mail:

 I know slightly what this means, the people in my squad that were killed are crossed out, except for me, I guess they wanted to tell me, that they knew that I was still alive, but I think that's an overkill with red color on the last soldier.

Also before I forget, I got sent this today, have a listen (If it ain't working, I'm going to have to update it later):



Apparently this is the same guy who was in my Van all this time, while I was with the organization. I don't really know what he wants with me and what is he's beef with me, this is getting interesting.

Report #41 2013, January 6th.
I was in the right.

Happy fucking new year everyone, happy fucking new year!

So the final answer is, I was in the fucking right for all these ten years, nothing lasts, nothing FUCKING EVER lasts! But I knew it, I was prepared, not a fool, remained sharp, when everyone else forgot themselves, they were no soldiers, they left themselves open, they are all dead.

Let me explain in a way you will understand, I have a lot of free time, yes 5 minutes is a lot of time, trust me. So I will be able to explain what happened trough this very long time, with me, with them, with everything. So as I said in my last post, I started going on missions with them, I was assigned into an elimination squad, by elimination I of course mean killing of proxies and sometimes, demented runners. Over that course of time I was not allowed to use the PC for purposes such as posting my status on the internet, or checking up on others and quite frankly I didn't mind. I spent a month killing proxies, the most killing I have ever done, because, back when I was all by myself, I had a hard time locating where they were. These guys, they fucking knew everything and thanks to them, I did a lot of damage, over the course of this month, we attacked, were ambushed by IT's lackeys both, supernatural and "normal".  But we always were able to fight them off, or disappear before they could even lay a finger on us.

But one day, which was today, hence the 5 minutes I still have, IT fucking decided to deal with us personally, apparently we did enough damage to gain IT's attention and he surely dealt with us. Me and my Squad we were riding in a car which was given to us by this Organization, we were on our way to one of the Proxy bases, which by now, I think, was complete and utter bullshit. Of course this base had to be near the road which was surrounded by forest and all that other grand, spectacular shit. I was riding in the back seat, out of fucking nowhere IT appears in front us, IT was different, IT's head shifted in such ways, I can't describe it, nor do I want to. In a second the car was turned on it's head, my squad members and I myself, we were grabbed out of the car by those, long fucking arm's of he's, the screams, the bone crunching noises, the smacking against the pavement, trees, anything that was hard, as if my body went trough hell itself and it probably did. I don't know what I got hit against, since during that grand time, the only thing I was thinking about was the pain and the only thing I saw were my Squad members getting hit against everything like rag dolls. I almost fucking die, I can feel it, bones shattered, ribs broken, several bones dislocated in ways I could never imagine before and crap load of blood loss. Yeah I was dead, too bad I wasn't though, cause if I was, I wouldn't be feeling the pain I feel right now.

I go unconscious, IT thinks I'm dead, leaves, but I'm not dead. That is why I have time, IT doesn't realize that I'm still alive, how do I know that? Well, IT had the intention of killing us, I can't explain how I know, I just felt it and IT wouldn't leave without finishing the job, so yeah until I post this, I'm invisible. You might ask "Why do you post it then?", well because IT will find out eventually that I am still alive, so yeah, no point in hiding, there never was any point.

Not going to explain how I am still alive, or where I currently am, that will be giving away, one of my Ace's, I don't really usually have a lot of those. But I can tell you my current plan, that plan is simple, going back to the place where all my torture started, that's right, back to Lithuania, town of Visaginas.

That fucking town.

Report #41 Ended.