My name is Cainneach 'O Donnchadha. But
I guess “Cain” sounds better...
Not sure where to begin from here...
Gary said it would be good to get into
this...
Well, I suppose prison would be the
place to start.
I was recently incarcerated. For...
reasons...
I don't care to talk about what prison
was like. Not very fun... Especially when you're cellmate is an
insane neo-Nazi. Not good company.
What I do wanna talk about is how I got
out. It was after one of the fights. I was thrown in the “Hole”.
Have you ever watched a prison movie? Then you should know what the
“Hole” is. It's an easier way of saying “Solitary Confinement”.
I don't know how long they had me
there. Time kinda gets weird when your alone in a dimly lit room for
long enough. But I do know that at some point, He came. Just kinda
stepped out of thin air into the middle of the room.
He stood tall. I've seen a lot of tall,
but God damn, He was something else. I could swear the ceiling curved
upward to give him room to stand. He was dressed in a spotless black
suit, with a red tie. His head was a blank slate. No hair. No mouth.
No eyes or ears.
Now, I'm not an idiot. I knew who He
was right off the bat. I've been online. I've heard of Him. I had a
pretty good idea what He was. But actually seeing Him in real life
was... overwhelming...
Without a word, He raised a hand, and
the air split in two, parting like a curtain to reveal a dirt trail,
stretching into a vast black forest. Then He was gone, leaving that
weird gate there.
I got up. It seemed stupid, I know. But
at the time, stepping through that opening seemed a lot more
promising than sitting there stewing in my own madness for the rest
of however long they planned to keep me there. So I stepped through.
The gate closed almost instantly behind
me. There was no way back to the cell. It took time for my eyes to
adjust to the darkness. It took me even longer to realize that the
moon I was looking at wasn't a moon. It was His head, far off in the
distance, down the path. I started running toward Him. I seemed to be
getting closer, but as soon as I blinked, He was further away. I kept
running, only for Him to keep growing further and further. And then,
without warning, the air split apart again and I found myself in the
middle of an empty city street, late at night.
I didn't know what exactly to do after
that. Did I owe Him for that? Was I His servant now? Did He expect me
to come find him? I wasn't sure. Either way, I figured I'd look into
him some more. And that started with the symbols.
I'm sure you've seen it. An X and a
circle. I've seen then a lot, but I never paid much attention to
them. But I started to. And eventually they led me to places. Places
where servants gather. Servants of things called Fears. Apparently
He's not the only creepy monster out there.
Anyway, after months of talking to
different people, and asking about Him, I stumbled across Gary. In
was in one of those servant clubs, and some guys pointed me in his
direction. Turns out, Gary was one of His servants. He gave me an
address and told me to meet there on a certain day if I was
interested in repaying Him.
That “certain day” was a couple of
weeks ago. And I wasn't the only one asked to meet there. There was
some other woman, named Max, who served another Fear and decided to
change side. We met Gary at an abandoned warehouse. He led us in, and
introduced us to our team. A whole group of people who work for Him.
Gary had been sent out intentionally to find new members. Meaning us.
Gary's a cool guy. About my age, with a
shock of scarlet hair. They call him Gamer. Because that's pretty
much his gimmick. He plays a lot of video games, has an arsenal of
video game themed weapons, and even owns a mask in the shape of Pac
Man. They all have masks, but apparently they don't see much use.
There's also one called Sound. I never
see much of him. He hides out in the rafters, and doesn't come down
when either of us new guys are around. He hides in the shadows up
there, obscured from view, but from what I've seen, it looks like he
has wings. Probably just a trick of the shadows...
Probably...
Then there's Amelia, a.k.a. Psycho
Bitch. She seems... kind of crazy... She's a little older than me and
Gary, but acts younger. She also has those symbols painted on her
nails. How the hell does she find the time to do that?
And there's this other guy called...
Guy. That's seriously what they call them. Apparently, the big guy
Himself assigned him to this team. He wears a sparring helmet to
conceal his face, and he desn't talk. He just sits by the wall unless
given an order, in which case he'll generally obey.
And then there's Lotus. She's kind of
the team babysitter. And a regular babysitter... Seriously, if she's
not at the base, she's off watching our bosses son.
Oh yeah, then we have the boss. Not the
tall guy Himself. He's more of an off-ite manager, I guess. Our boss
is Myrir Serena, a.k.a. The Butterfly. She made the last post, and I
guess this is her account I'm posting on...
She's a strong woman. Everyone here
respects her (except maybe Amelia), and for good reason. I've only
been here a couple weeks, but she's already proved that she is a
stubborn leader who doesn't take anyone's bullshit (especially from
Amelia).
So... I'm a member of the party, now, I
guess. And I'll be working to pay Him back for busting me out... s
soon as he gives us orders... We're kind of just hanging out here for
now...
We have been training here, though.
Gary's teaching me to wield a Nerf sword. I'm becoming slightly
competent with it. He says I can start on Nerf gun training if I keep
this up.
--Cain
