I went down to the sewers. Don't ask me why I chose that place. I just wanted to be somewhere dark and alone. I didn't care that it smelled like crap down there
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Honestly, I don't remember. You need to understand Vincent that from the seven years I was in that hospital all I saw was either darkness and pain, or I'd see my other self with Harry. Or my daddy, whichever name.
I had the power to astral project, in fact actually I still do. I don't know if you'd call them dreams but I remember seeing Cheryl during her daily life.
Claudia and I were best friends. I gave her a card when she was six years old for her birthday. It wasn't much, but of course I couldn't buy her anything at the time.
Her father beat her. I remember my mother telling us how God would be born someday and destroy all the wicked people, and how the good people would go to paradise. Honestly, the last time I saw Claudia (save for here.) was before I was burned.
I know about her father. I lived in the Wolf house for a time when I was a novice. I was Leonard's ward until the orphanage released my college funds.
I saw the way he was to her. Therw was nothing I could do to interfere, of course; it was none of my concern.
I'm no analyst- wait. I tell a lie; I was!- but I think losing you DID upset her. You were her only friend.
She became obsessed with you after awhile. The idea of paradise and the return of you became synonymous in her mind. So much so she hired someone to track down Heather and ruin her life.
I tried to get in the way, of course- who wouldn't? but it only got me killed.
That's the big problem with victim mentality (or so they taught us at college)- no one's pain can be greater. How often she'd tell me "You don't understand."
Of course I did; I was there.
But so many times these victims decide the whole world is to blame for that pain- after all, everyone else doesn't get it! and did nothing to save them, making us as bad or worse than the actual abuser.
My hope is if they DO catch me they'll be moments from doing me in and then wind up arguing over which ritual to use, and I'll be able to sneak out in all the catfighting.
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So. You and Claudia were pretty tight, huh?
What's her game, do you suppose? What warped her so much?
You...do know she killed me before, don't you?
When Heather came back to the Hill.
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Claudia and I were best friends. I gave her a card when she was six years old for her birthday. It wasn't much, but of course I couldn't buy her anything at the time.
Her father beat her. I remember my mother telling us how God would be born someday and destroy all the wicked people, and how the good people would go to paradise. Honestly, the last time I saw Claudia (save for here.) was before I was burned.
I didn't know.
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I saw the way he was to her. Therw was nothing I could do to interfere, of course; it was none of my concern.
I'm no analyst- wait. I tell a lie; I was!- but I think losing you DID upset her. You were her only friend.
She became obsessed with you after awhile. The idea of paradise and the return of you became synonymous in her mind. So much so she hired someone to track down Heather and ruin her life.
I tried to get in the way, of course- who wouldn't? but it only got me killed.
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I don't...
it hurts.
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Of course I did; I was there.
But so many times these victims decide the whole world is to blame for that pain- after all, everyone else doesn't get it! and did nothing to save them, making us as bad or worse than the actual abuser.
And so they inflict pain back.
She already got me. Guess it's your turn.
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I'll strike her dead. I'm not making myself a martyr for her cause.
((ooc: strikes are gone.))
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I mean, how can they even agree on anything?
He's sect of the Holy Mother. An entirely different ballpark.
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I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed.
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