Now I'm not dissing Maduin's love of masks, of course. Hell, if anything he's still one of the more sane people out here. Maybe I should've started wearing masks sooner, by that logic.
Anyways, for now, it's staying put, for now, I still have a job to do, and precious little time.
And it's a pain in the ass to try to get a task done when I'm either being boneblocked, or chained up by a curvy psycho named Rika.
I suppose she'd like me to call her my nemesis.
Maybe she is.
Nevertheless, there's a lot so far that has been unsaid. Of course, most of you readers out there think I'm going to make a Foe Yay joke, as deserved as it may be, since I've stolen more than my share of looks at her sweet curves, and she's called me sugar enough times that I'm almost trained to respond to it.
However, there's other things to be said as well, from one wayward soul to possibly my only kindred spirit, even if she's on the other side... I've always felt that I've done evil for the sake of good, and that somehow, maybe she's done the same. I can't place how I feel this, or why. Maybe I just want to wish the best about her.
Having finished my business in the northwest, I've decided I need to turn my sights back to my destination. My schedule's been thrown way off, and my frequent disorientation and blackouts don't help either.
So I decided to play a game of my own on Tuesday.
We were playing a
My shoes are in tatters now, and my feet aren't any better. Wish I had a vehicle to work with, to make some good ground, but alas, I am no serial carjacker.
Just a son of a bitch with a bag of bones, trying to end this mess of a problem.
It was a wet day as I passed through some small town in...Pennsylvania, I think. The sky was overcast still, my feet were wet, and my clothes clung to me, making my discomfort a bit less enjoyable.
Wet clothes aren't as big a nuisance as my other issues, let alone the big problem in my life, in our lives.
The invisible stalker in the midst. The alien we've come to jokingly call Slendy, or Mr. Thin, or any other amount of derogatory names. A way of hiding our fear of an inhuman entity that we cannot fathom.
I remember when I saw him in the parking lot outside of St. Vee's Hospital. A silent vigil held by an eight foot tall abomination, as he stood in the grass before the main entrance. I fell out of my chair by the window, my heart raced, and I felt terror flutter down my spine.
And maybe, just maybe it was a bit exciting too. Is that so wrong? To want a life of passion and excitement, danger even?
I wanted a purpose back then, and now that I have one, well, maybe I was better off leaving poor enough alone.
Stay on task, zero...zerosage, swordsage whatever the fuck i call myself anymore...
I had ducked behind a building just at the edge of town, fairly confident I had eluded my yellow and red clad stalker. My hiding spot consisted of two plastic garbage cans just down a bit of a rise. While not too uncomfortable by comparison to some of my napping spots, it was a long wait before my vixen came down the road past me.
One thing I always enjoyed about
She looked from side to side, on her tip toes for a moment, as if that extra inch of height would help her locate me. I gripped my blade's handle...and kicked out the rubber trash cans, giving her a start.
Me>>> It ends today, Rika...
She looked startled, as she turned to face me. No weapon was in her hand after all. It would've made a fine ambush, if only I could've struck from here. If I could've struck her at all.
Rika>>> What do you think you're doing, sugar? You know you can't take a swing at me.
She laughed, placing a hand to her chest, as if I were some puppy doing a trick for her.
While I may have led her on a merry chase, I suppose I was harmless to her, I mean, she didn't even retrieve a hammer, or even a knife in case of combat. Because I always ran. Always.
Me>>> Maybe not...but I figured out how I can get you out of my life, so I can get this shit done, and move on with my life.
Rika chuckled. She always laughs. Never a threat to her...never a man
Rika>>> Ohhh how's that, hun? You going to call the cops on me again? Or steal a car to lose me in the dust? You know I can't be held, and you know I'll always find you. You're so silly...
I chuckled too. We shared a soft laugh, and I nodded, admittedly at my past attempts to remove her nonviolently from my life.
Me>>> Maybe, maybe.
I held up a finger.
Me>>> But I have one more thought up my sleeve. See....I've tried to finesse my way past you, I've tried to stealth my way past you. And given your obviously athletic frame...
She giggled, a hand to her lips.
Rika>>> You noticed!
Me>>> I did. But the one thing I haven't tried, is to sheer out power you. So here's what's going to happen. I am going to simply out run you. I won't stop. Ever. I'm going to run down this road, as fast as I can...because it's my belief, that though you may be in better shape...you're still mostly eye candy, and I'm hardened for survival.
Her smile faded. Ahh I played the sexist card on her again, one of her few hot button issues.
Rika>>> Eye candy? You little bitch, the only stamina you've got is the ability to run your mouth and pump up your own ego.
Rika>>> But you know what? Go ahead and run...And I'll show you what a real woman can do.
Me>>> Well, let's give it a shot at least.
I took off like a rocket. Months of athletics and pain have indeed honed my body. My baggy clothes helped conceal my weight loss, helped hide my speed.
It was no surprise that she followed, even at a light pace, she was able to stay within shouting distance, taunting me.
I ran, I ran as long as I could, as hard as I could, looking back to her occasionally. Just seeing her slip and trot, flashing a wicked grin on her face.
And my trick wasn't working at all. It was at that moment I realized that she was going to let me tire myself out, and then...well that'd be the end this time. She'd be able to lazily slit my throat and go on her merry way.
So I darted into the treeline. It was a newer forest, filled with saplings and bushes, but I needed deeper, into the forest's shadows.
She gained on me as I shrugged aside branches. I could hear her giggling. This is what she loved, the panic, the chase...
Rika>>> Better run faster, Shug!
The forest enveloped us. I was merely ten seconds ahead of her, as I felt my legs cry out, sweat trickled out from under my mask, as my knees begged for mercy.
Shadows appeared around us, as we raced deeper, down a root filled slope, into a basin.
I whispered to myself, that for once, it'd better show.
Beneath my feet, rocks and mud turned to roots suddenly. It was here, it followed me.
I heard the low hum from my real nemesis as the shadows started to lift.
I looked away, shutting my eyes tightly.
She followed. I could hear her right behind me. I heard her gasp as she saw it.
The Bleeding Tree
It is at this moment, I need to make a confession to my loyal readers. I've been keeping something a secret from you all, for this very moment.
My hand went to my blade again, as I started to draw it.
You see, my right arm was quite weakened over my last few encounters, it was practically numbed through pain. I wasn't confident that I could survive a no holds barred fight with a proxy with a sledge hammer.
As I turned around to face her, I saw her mesmerized by the tree.
You remember how I said I couldn't make an aggressive move against Rika?
Rika>>> It's so beauti....
My blade tore out her throat.
Yes, its true. I lied on my blog, because I knew she read it. If I could convince her to drop her guard for me long enough to make a surprise move, I knew I had a chance before she decided I needed to die finally.
Between that and me finding out her weakness was my 'sexist' attitude, well, I knew I had a good chance.
I only thought it was proper for her end to be next to the 'make believe' monster that I'd been fighting for so long.
I drug her body out of the Tree's circle, and harvested what I needed from her, then left her for the Tree to collect.
Evil to Evil, and all that.
So that's the end of her, and her story. My own personal menace, defeated. Let us hope no others take that accursed name.
Which leaves me with a question.
Why do I feel so bad about killing an agent of evil?
my sugar has run out