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Things have just been fucking strange lately. Seems like everyone's been in a mood, or something. Yes, that even means me.
Okay, no, I take that back. Trouble has been himself. I don't think you can expect much more out of a kitten, though. He's admittedly a bright spot.
It's strange enough to be talking to Morgan Knight, much less anything else. I have cleared up the fact that whatever he is, this reality's version is not a Nephandus. There's no time where he really gives me uneasy feelings in that fashion. There's some other individual, who James has hired, who DOES give me those feelings. That man, I will watch. Knight and I actually seem to be getting along. It's fucking strange.
Suppose my two-month hiatus from being a killer had to end sometime. It ended this morning, sometime. I found some jackass strangling the life from a prostitute. Kid couldn't have been older than me, and he was only trying to turn a trick. I don't know if the guy was a homophobe or what...but I saw was enough. I don't relish the visions, but they do help me on my chosen path. The guy tried to give me a good beating, and halfway succeeded before I put a bullet between his eyes (two to the body, one to the head). It's the kid who got the drop on me.
In retrospect, I must've scared the hell out of him. He ended up burying a shank in my side. Lucky for me he missed everything vital, but it still hurts like a bitch. Doc Valkonan sewed me up pretty good, but promises me I'll be tender for a couple days, no matter what. And to my credit, I didn't hurt the kid at all. He rolled the guy's body while I was down and out, and ran like hell. Who can blame him? There are some ways where this Rhydin is like my Earth.
Anyway. Done for now.
Okay, no, I take that back. Trouble has been himself. I don't think you can expect much more out of a kitten, though. He's admittedly a bright spot.
It's strange enough to be talking to Morgan Knight, much less anything else. I have cleared up the fact that whatever he is, this reality's version is not a Nephandus. There's no time where he really gives me uneasy feelings in that fashion. There's some other individual, who James has hired, who DOES give me those feelings. That man, I will watch. Knight and I actually seem to be getting along. It's fucking strange.
Suppose my two-month hiatus from being a killer had to end sometime. It ended this morning, sometime. I found some jackass strangling the life from a prostitute. Kid couldn't have been older than me, and he was only trying to turn a trick. I don't know if the guy was a homophobe or what...but I saw was enough. I don't relish the visions, but they do help me on my chosen path. The guy tried to give me a good beating, and halfway succeeded before I put a bullet between his eyes (two to the body, one to the head). It's the kid who got the drop on me.
In retrospect, I must've scared the hell out of him. He ended up burying a shank in my side. Lucky for me he missed everything vital, but it still hurts like a bitch. Doc Valkonan sewed me up pretty good, but promises me I'll be tender for a couple days, no matter what. And to my credit, I didn't hurt the kid at all. He rolled the guy's body while I was down and out, and ran like hell. Who can blame him? There are some ways where this Rhydin is like my Earth.
Anyway. Done for now.