Sunday, 31 July 2011

You all disgust me.

Things aren't the way things should be. There is no fear where fear should be.
How could you turn your back so quickly on your duties; your responsibilities?
The lack of professionalism baffles me. You are not what you claim to be. You are nothing.

Nothing worth keeping.

Friday, 29 July 2011


Wednesday, 27 July 2011

I have nightmares.

And they're not about Him any more.

Standing in the Field. Screams echoing from the horizon. The smell of burned flesh lodged in my nostrils. No sun, but a constant amber light illuminating all with no visible source.
Eight meters away is Ferus. His shoulders shake, as if he's trying to hold in laughter. A funny joke, maybe. A bad one, likely. He begins walking towards me and as he approaches I notice that the grass is peeling away under his feet to reveal bleeding and blistering skin, not unlike his own. He continues to walk, his shirt matted with sweat blood and something I don't even want to describe. When he finally arrives, standing less than a meter away, his hand moves to the bottom of his mask.
Then I wake up.

Rayne's friend is named Brian. I don't think he likes me very much. I can understand him. Rayne was likely allowed into his home under false pretense (likely some kind of work on the house... fumigation perhaps?), an equally good excuse is thought up for Lauren, and then I show up. Whatever story Rayne made for me doesn't work, because there's something about me that just isn't quite right. The attire? The mannerisms? Perhaps "the cold eyes of a killer"? Regardless, I have trespassed on his property and he is likely trying to think of a reason not to kick me out.

When we first met I was eating from a box of Fruit Loops. His box of Fruit Loops. I only realized he was there  due to the curious absence of noise.

"What are you doing in my house?" The tone was obviously threatening.
"I'm Rayne's friend." Bad move.
"Who the FUCK is 'Rain'?" His voice rose to an almost hysterical pitch.
"Guy. On couch. Brought other friend." There was visible relief on his face, though not complete.
"So... what's your name?"
"Glass Man." I took another spoonful of Fruit Loops. He waited to see if I was joking. When he realized I wasn't, the tension rose again.
"What happened to your head?" I'm still not in the best condition.
"Ask Lauren." His eyebrows lowered.
"I asked you."
"Lauren hit me over the head with a lamp. Sorry about the lamp."

"Uh, Brian?" Rayne had obviously just been woken by the conversation. Brian was less than amused.
"We need to talk. Right now."
"All right." Looking like a married couple that had crossed each other during an evening with friends, they left the room.
I kept eating my Fruit Loops. Brian has been watching me ever since.

Sunday, 24 July 2011

The only way out is death.
As a result, the only way to survive is to constantly avoid death...



Wednesday, 20 July 2011


Meetings are always interesting.
I've been very tired as of late. No sleep (that's fucking right, Ferus), a lot of running, occasional fighting. One very, very close call on a bus.
It would be nice to say that's over, but of course that would be wrong. There is simply three of us against a madman with incredible strength and a sharp wit.

I knocked on Rayne's friend's door at 2 AM. Ringing the doorbell would have been too loud... far too loud. Rayne was of course the first to answer, as he was asleep on a couch in the living room. He had given the guestroom to Lauren.
When you're a tall man such as I, it's always a shock to see how small people you've come to respect are in comparison to yourself.  Rayne stood about 5"9' with shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. When he first looked at me his hand went immediately for the gun in his pocket. I realised that I looked like exactly the kind of person who would show up on your doorstep, force his way in and stab you to death, shortly followed by everyone else in the house. So, aiming for survival first, understanding later, I kicked him in the gut. He sprawled onto the floor floor, reaching for the gun he had dropped. I knelt on his chest (a little trick I learned from Zero... just goddamn it), whipped out my knife and put it against his throat. His eyes went wide.
"Rayne, you idiot, not everyone is trying to kill you."
A look of pure recognition and embarrassment overtook his face.
"G... Glass?"
Then something heavy hit me in the back of the head.

As annoyed as I am and as much as I feel like shit right now, I have to commend Lauren on how quickly she heard the scuffle downstairs, grabbed a lamp, snuck down and clobbered Rayne's perceived attacker.

Does not make things any less awkward, though.

Saturday, 16 July 2011

Interview with a happy man

The good days are over, but then again they always were.
Did you write that, Glass Man? It certainly sounds like you, but you deny it.
Hmmm, writing in your sleep? I thought you never slept. I thought you were always in control. Losing that control? Does it hurt?

Or maybe I posted it, but that would hardly help would it. Because it still sounded like you.

To my loving and adoring fans (that includes you Dante, you adorable thing), I give you a wonderful opportunity. Ever wondered what makes me tick? Well now's the time to ask away. I always love a good chat.


Thursday, 14 July 2011

What is the nature of a mind?

Is it a single entity, poised to control the body and bring forth thought?
We are too contrary.
Is it many entities aiming to dominate, hiding behind a facade of unity?
We would all hear the voices.

What happens when a mind is torn to shreds? Do the remains sort themselves into good bits and bad bits or are they just bits, as neutral in their morality as a newborn baby or a discarded shoe. What happens when the bits come together, trying to fill in the blanks. Do they form something beautiful or ugly? Or is it just another "thing"?

What happens to the missing pieces?

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

How many times do you need to die before you realize the truth?

Monday, 11 July 2011


I suddenly realized that I ought to check the phone's camera.

I found two things. The first is this image:
Then this.

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Slender Man

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You all love your names for him. Torturer, Beast, Father, Construct, Thief, Master, Monster. There was a time where you all knew one name and feared it. Slender Man. But you were still wrong, because that wasn't the right name. You will never know the name. The name that will destroy you.

My eyes are his eyes.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

A Phone Call

I have seen better days by far.

A cafe, small place with WiFi access. Enjoying a smoothie bought with quarters and broken dreams. Looking at attractive girls... they probably think I'm a serial killer, which wouldn't be too far off the mark. Then some kid walks up to me. About 14 years old, wearing a red shirt and backward baseball cap in typical 14-year-old poseur style. I was expecting him to start asking me if I had stolen my laptop when I saw his face.

Terror. Complete terror. I have never seen someone more afraid in my life.

"He wants to talk to you."

There was a very long pause before I answered:

"Who does?"

The kid's eyes bugged out, "HE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!"

Eyes turned towards us. It's not every day when you see a kid yelling nonsense at a vagrant. I shifted uncomfortably.

"All right, and how does he intend to do this?"

He proffered me an iPhone. Feeling tired, I shrugged and took it. The voice on the other end was deep, rough and slightly nasal in quality.

"The Glass Man?"
Laughter emitted from the phone, "Yes, yes I am!"
"What is it you want." The crowd stopped watching.
"I'm sure you've already guessed by now."
"I'm in no mood to be humored."
A brief pause.
"It's really simple: I want to kill you."
A slightly longer pause.
"That doesn't make any sense to me."
"Really, why not?"
"Because when you killed Masky the other day you could have easily found and killed me."
A coughing fit on the other end. This man has health issues of all sorts by the sound of it.
"Well played. I do want to kill you, Glassy Glass Glass Glass, but I must prove that I'm better than you."
The last few words were strangely emphasized.
"Why would that be? Why am I your perceived level to surpass?"
"You're not getting that answer today, Glass Man. The boy is going to leave the phone with you. Tell him he can leave now."

I looked at the boy and nodded. He ran.

"What did you do, Ferus?"
Laughter, deep and throaty.
"I gave him a call too. Told him I kidnapped his parents and sister, which is of course true. I'm calling you from his house right now. When he comes home he'll find them... in a somewhat improved condition, if I should say so myself."
"You son of a bitch."
"Not quite, Glass Man, not quite."


Saturday, 2 July 2011

I once saw a movie where a man kills people. About midway through, he manages to get a nice little couple. He tied them both up, then knocked the girl out. Then he cut the boyfriend's head off... It reached a point of brilliance when he took out the girl's guts and stuffed in her lovey's head and waited for her to wake up.

It was nice to see, but so much better to do myself. The reactions, the looks on people's faces... it's better than gold, sex and chocolate combined. Oh my I am having such a good time ripping.

Look for me. You will fear me more than anything.