Wednesday, September 6, 2006

ZOMG!!!
I'm like going to be gone at some military desert resort for like a week. I really don't know what to expect but if they have net, I'll try and drop by everyones' sites.
As for my writing, I got sidetracked by playing Disgiea and beating Digital Devil Saga yesterday. At this rate, I'll have less to post. *sob*
Any way, heres another part to the story I started last time. Yes, PART 3!!!!
Part 2 is below. I suggest you read if you haven't.
Begin:

Ashley closed the trunk and got back into the car. "Think they bought it?" She asked as she handed Kain the sunglasses.
"I know that your cute little figure helped." He said casually.
"Men." Emily sighed.
"Okay angels plus one," Kain said as he started the car, "We are playing teams. Emi, Ash, I want you two to start at this coming corner and work your way near but not to the site. Henrietta, I want you to talk to the local kids. You'll start at the sight."
"And me?" Joan asked as Kain left the parking lot.
"You're with me, we be hitting the local clinic and hospital." Kain slowed the car at the nearest intersection, Emily and Ashley got out.
"Ah, breathing room." Henrietta commented once the car started to move again.
Kain turned on the next block, "Remember, tread lightly-"
"Because they are weary around teens." Henrietta interrupted.
"Right." Kain stopped the car and Henrietta got out; Joan watched her duck into an alley to talk to a group of high schoolers.

The drive to the clinic was fairly short, Kain didn't say much. He just kinda hummed along with the music, which was decent. The clinic proved a dead end, though, because it had been closed for the week for construction. So the next stop was the hospital, which was on the other side of town. On the way they stopped at a Mediterranean deli and got some gyros. So far, Joan was comfortable working with HQ but she still had her misgivings.


"So, what are we doing?” Joan asked as the two opened the door to the break room on the second floor of the hospital.
“Well, if we want to catch our suspect single handed,” Joan sighed, “We can’t attract a lot of attention. So we will look like staff members. Interns to be exact.” Kain opened up a locked and grabbed two uniforms. He tossed Joan one, “Put that on.”
“I never went to med school.” Joan pointed out as she switched her jacket for the uniform top.
“Neither did I. If it helps, think ER.”
“Never got into that show. Turn around.” Kain followed her order, “I can do General Hospital.”
“No, never saw that one.”
“How about Scrubs?”
“Well, we are interns.”
“Finished.”
Kain turned in time to catch Joan’s pants, “It was a joke.”
“Yeah, haha.”
“Fine,” Kain opened the door to the break room and peeked around the hall, “It’s clear.”
Joan followed him out, “Where do we start?”
“Here,” Kain knocked on a door across the hall and opened it, “Hello, sir.”
The man looked up from his book, “What do you want?”
“Just came by to check up on you.” Kain took the clipboard from the end of the bed and flipped through the pages, “And to ask whether you know of anyone who came in without an arm.”
“No, but shouldn’t you know.”
“Interns, we were just told to check up on patients.”
“So, it is a bet.”
“You’ve been around hospitals before.”
“No, just interns. Hell, I’ve been one.”
Kain put the clipboard back, “Thanks. Have a nice day.”
“Yeah whatever.” The man said as the two left the room.
Joan closed the door, “So that’s it? Walk in and ask about a one armed person.”
Kain shrugged, “Basically.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just use a badge and ask the staff?” The two moved to the next room, empty.
“Like it helped the police you mean.” Kain knocked on the door across the hall.
“Point taken.”

The door to door questioning took about an hour or so with the two of them splitting the floors. What was strange to Joan was the fact that nobody really seemed to notice a lone intern wandering around the floor and going into every patients’ room; and the fact that the patients didn’t seem to care one way or the other. No one asked her for help, or told her to do something. It made her wonder just how often Kain and company do things like this.


“Does everyone else know to meet here? Joan asked as Kain held the door of the coffee shop open for her.
“Most of the time.” Kain answered as the door closed behind him, “We usually meet in the back corner over there.” He pointed to the area by the stairs.
“I see.” Joan followed Kain to the spot; there was already a group sitting at the table.
“Up stairs then.” Kain turned around and went up the stairs, “Ah, over there.” He pointed to a table near the front window; Henrietta sat there quietly reading a book.
She looked up as the two got closer, “Hey,”
“How’d it go?” Kain inquired as he sat down in a large chair on the other side of the table. Joan pulled up another chair from near by.
Henrietta shook her head, “No dice. Most of the gangs said they weren’t around last night. Something about a competition with the next county. The rest wouldn’t talk. It’s too early to think pay offs, but there might be some.”
“Tomorrow I want you to hit the community college.”
“I hate the college scene.”
“And I’m supposed to care?”
Henrietta laughed, “I thought as our superior it is your job to look out for our well being.”
Kain rubbed his chin, “Really? I thought y’all are here for my personal gain.”
“If it was your personal gain that we were working for,” Ashley slumped into Henrietta’s chair, half sitting on her lap, “then I guess you’d be so in the hole right now.”
Emily appeared at the top of the stairs with a bunch of coffee cups, “Drinks all around.” She set the cup holder on the table, “They’re all the same, hot Tazo Chai.” She pulled up another chair, “I hate when nobody knows anything.”
“We started out asking about suspicious activity,” Ashley continued, “but after a few houses and the same answer, ‘Why would there be anything like that?’ we changed the questions.”
“It really didn’t get us anything more.” Emily blew into the small hole of her cup lid, “Most of the night walkers were out at Icons for the party.”
“Party?” Kain sipped his drink, “Hot.”
“Some swinger couple’s anniversary.”
“Icons, that’s a bit away from the scene ain’t it.” Henrietta mumbled.
Ashley leaned back into Henrietta, “None of your kids went to it?”
She pushed Ashley off, “No, at least they didn’t say they had gone.”
“Not to sound to cliché,” Joan spoke up, “but doesn’t seem a little convenient for there to be a gang fight and a massive rave around the time the arm might have been placed.”
“Yes, that is a bit cliché, but,” Kain yawned as he stretched, “it’s an effective strategy. Both those events are stand alone pieces, yet both are usable for cover. So,” He paused, “yeah. I forgot what I was going to say.”

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Sunday, September 3, 2006

Part 2
(Yeah, not as much as last time. But at least I can write still. Heres hoping that this lasts a while)

"The question is," Henrietta picked up the arm and laid its hand on Kain's shoulder, "Do these things really work?"
"Without the proper equipment, I don't think we could simulate any results."
"I would think they wouldn't have to work to be sold." Joan said while reading a small note on the back of a photo of a paraplegic child in a Venice hospital.
"Ideas sell better than facts." Kain added.


After a bit more random conversation, the group made their way back up to Kain's office. Slowly, Joan was warming up to the way things were run at HQ; though it still did bug her how relaxed every one seemed. The basic plan for the day was to canvass the surrounding areas around where the arm was found. Joan had suggested someone go back to New York and talk with the lab, but Kain said it wasn't time to bring it to them. This would make since if it wasn’t for the fact that Henrietta’s informants might get caught between now and then.

When they finally left the building, the street looked like it should at nine in the morning. Kain sighed as he checked the street to make sure it was clear to cross, "Most of the buildings here are for offices of large retail chains." He fished in his pocket as they entered the garage, "I'm really the only one who parks here. The others use the garage for the lofts."
"I didn't see one." Joan said as she tried to spot her car in the mess that came while she was away.
"It's behind," Henrietta disappeared behind a van, "The door out is on the third."
"Ah." Joan backtracked to get around two closely parked cars.
"Here!" Kain called from three cars away.
"You could have parked closer." Emily commented climbing over a truck bed.
"That would have been too convenient." Ashley joked as she reached the car.
Joan looked at it, a Chevy Malibu? "You get good pay from the government and you drive this?"
Kain opened the driver's door and unlocked the other doors, "Gets from one place to another."
"Shotgun!" Henrietta yelled.
"Hell no." Ashley used her leg to hold the door closed, "You ride bitch in the back with me and Emily."
"I hate the middle."
"Joan gets shotgun." Kain said, "She's our guest."
Joan shrugged, "Do you four always go out together?" She opened the door after Henrietta slid past her to the back.
"What better combination." Kain got in.
"Hey, don't squish." Henrietta whined.
Emily closed her door, "Boo hoo." She pushed against the door, crushing Henrietta against the already prepared Ashley.
Henrietta started to play cry.
"Now, now, children." Kain said as he started the car, "Play nice or no treat today."
"Aw." The three said in unison, "We'll be good."

Joan brushed her hair back and looked at Kain, "You look like the oldest here. Can you ever be serious?"
"Yes, and only by three years." He tossed a CD case into the back, "Pick one."
"Right." Emily opened it and flipped through the pages.
"Oh, come on." Kain spat out at a passing car that cut him off.
"Here." Henrietta held out an unlabeled CD.
Kain briefly looked at it, "No track listing?"
"Nope."
Kain held it near Joan's face, "Trade out."
Joan hesitated before complying. The radio blared, Joan quickly turned it down. She ejected the other CD, KBCO Studio C-14, and put in the unknown one.
"Ah, Best of 3." Kain guessed as the first song started to play.
"It has a lot of F.I.R." Ashley answered.
"And that's bad."
"No."
"F.I.R?" Joan asked as the light turned green.
"Faya, Ian, Real, it's a Korean band."
"Interesting."
"I forgot to mention," Kain turned the corner to the police department, "We need paper work from their street team."
"It's Ashley's turn." Emily announced.
"Take these." Kain opened up the glove compartment and blindly pulled out a pair of sun glasses as he navigated the parking lot.
"Are you sure?" Ashley asked as she took them.
The car jerked as it hit the curb, "Yeah, I wanna watch."


"Can I help you?" The sergeant at the front desk asked as Ashley walked up.
Ashley flashed a badge, "Yes, I'm with homeland security and I have a few questions about the incident this morning."
"Which incident?" The sergeant asked.
Ashley looked over the brim of the glasses, "Concerning the arm."
"Hold on." He picked up the phone, "Sir, you have a woman from homeland here to ask about the arm...Right...Okay...Yes, Sir." He looked back at Ashley, "He'll be a minute."
She nodded and sat down in one of the waiting chairs. She picked at a piece of food that had hitched on her jeans, "If you had said something, I could have at least dressed the part." She whispered.
"Let them wonder." Kain answered back.
"Ah, Miss." Ashley looked up to see the chief, "Homeland Security you say."
"Sorry, it was supposed to be my day off." Ashley stood and shook hands with the chief, "Susan Reed."
"Lt Mitchell." Ashley followed the chief to his office, "You know," He closed the door, "Some other government agency already came and took all we had on that case." He offered Ashley a chair.
She sat, "Which agency?"
"Welfare I think." He filtered through a stack of files.
"Welfare? Interesting."
"You think this is some terrorist threat?" The stack fell over. He bent over to pick them up off the flour.
"I wouldn't put it passed some internal group."
"Ah, here" He sat back up, "This is a copy of what we picked up after they left."
Ashley opened it; there was only one important piece of information. An abandoned pair of tattered clothes. She held up the photo, "Now, these were found in an alley near by. The look like children's clothes; fairly expensive pair at that."
"We have yet to report it to the other guys. One thing that has not been added, is the fact that those clothes are European made."
"No shit." Ashley closed the file, "Any missing children's report filed yet?"
The chief shook his head, "No, not even an admittance to the nearest ER."
Ashley looked at the photo again, "There is blood on them."
"No match to any DNA on file."
"Can I have these clothes?"
"I wouldn't see why not." the chief leaned forward, "Just as long as you get this sick son of a bitch."
Ashley stood up, "That's my job."
"One more thing," The chief said as Ashley opened his office door, "How did a young girl like you get to workin' for homeland?"
"Skipped a few grades. Wanted to do something about our freedom."
"Nice to know that some of the new generation still has a bit of patriotism."
Ashley smiled as she closed the door.

She had been here once before, late at night, so she knew where evidence was. The specialist who was working there took a few not so inconspicuous glances at Ashley as she bent over to get the evidence box. To make it even worse, the guy even tried to make a small pass at her. He really wasn't much to look at and she really didn't like the vibes coming from him. But in the end, the only big reason she doesn't go out with anyone is, she still had one more year till she could drink legally. Beer helps a lot of dates, in her opinion.

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Saturday, September 2, 2006

If by chance
Lucky
by Jim's big ego

I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky you left me
I think I'm better off this way
I'm lucky you left me
although I wanted you to stay
I'm lucky you left me
I don't cry a lot at night
I'm lucky you left me
don't worry darling
I'm alright
When first you went away I thought my days and nights were forever gonna SUCK
But now with just a little time I can see my future brightening up
Cause the truth is:
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky you left me
I know I'll never be the same
I'm lucky you left me
I feel a little sorry for what's his name
I'm lucky you left me
Because hey, you really were a bitch
I'm lucky you left me
and I no longer want to scratch
that itch
Now here's the part of the song where you'd expect to find a little IRONY
about how I'd really much rather have you back... SORRY
Cause the truth is:
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky you left me
unfaithful and untrue
I'm lucky you left me
every day I forget a little more about you
I'm lucky you left me
I think I'm better off alone
I'm lucky you left me
darling please
DON'T COME HOME
DON'T COME HOME
DON'T COME HOME
DON'T COME HOME
don't come home.

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Friday, September 1, 2006

Yes, I did something
(Took me most of yesterday. More to come.)

A cool blue light greeted Joan as she awoke in the small hotel room. She rubbed her eyes to clear away the blur of sleep, "What time is it?" She asked no one in particular as she stiffly sat up. She looked at the night stand by the bed, 6:08. I hate jet lag. She sighed as she fell back down on the pillow and closed her eyes.

God, so noisy. Joan woke up again, this time greeted by an annoying ring tone. Quite useful when in a large group, but totally annoying when alone. She raggedly felt around the night stand, not there. Now where did I put it? She slowly got out of bed, the ringing louder than before. Not in the coat; not in the pants; not in the bag. Where the hell did I put it? The ringing stopped, well there goes my beacon. She turned on the lamp by the bed, "Ugh," She grunted, squinting at the bright light. Third times the charm. She turned to look at the rest of her room. Maybe not. As organized as she usually was at home, she had just amazed herself at how much of a slob she could be. Everything that was in her bag was somewhere on the floor and in the sea of clothes and papers was her phone.

The phone by her bed started to ring, "God! What is wrong with me sleeping?" She screeched as she threw down a different pair of pants. She picked up the phone, "Yeah, what?"
"Sorry to call you on this phone," A man's voice answered, "But I tried the cell your supervisor gave me and no one answered."
"Really, I didn't know." She said with a sassy tone, "How could I miss one of the most annoying ring tone ever created."
"Not a morning person I see." The man laughed.
"Not when woke up by that tone."
"I take it you don't know where you put it last."
"That would be a yes." Joan checked behind the stand, "Never mind, I found it." She reached down and grabbed her cell.
"Good." She could hear the shuffle of papers, "I called because I need you to come in earlier than originally planned. Something came up last night and we would like you to get a good look at it before starting the main investigation."
"Is it related?" She sat down on the bed and picked up the nearest pair of pants.
"That's what we want you to figure out."
"Yeah, I'll be there in, oh come on!"
"Is something wrong?"
"Yeah, my zipper." She started to take the pants off, "It just broke."
"I see."
She grabbed a different pair, "Anyway, I'll be there in about ten or so."
"Thanks, see you when you get here."
"Yeah, bye." She hung up the phone and sighed, "Why me?" She zipped the pants as she stood.

Sluggishly, Joan managed to finish getting dressed and on her way to the agency headquarters. She stopped at a Starbucks to get her caffeine fix for the day, double white chocolate mocha latte. When she finally found the street the building was on, the place took her by surprise. It looked just like a loft style complex. There was a parking garage across from it that was for most of the businesses on the street.

Her car door echoed in the empty garage. No one else is here, so why do I have to be? She checked her pockets to make sure she still had everything, yep all there. It was a bit strange for the garage to be free. There wasn't even a booth. Joan looked around at the street as she left the garage; talk about blending in. She crossed and went into complex. Even the inside reminded her of a loft. She pulled a piece of paper from her coat pocket, second floor. She opened the gate to the lift and stepped in.

The lift rattled as it went up the one floor; is this place really headquarters? The gate opened and Joan stepped out into a small lobby type room; a woman sat at a single desk by a door. There was no sign of any business, just light blue walls and a few picture of scenery. The woman looked up from her computer terminal, "Yes?"
Joan scratched her head, "Yeah, um, I was told to come here. I'm from the New York branch."
"Miss Erikson?" The woman asked with a fairly blank face.
Joan nodded, "Yes."
The woman motioned to the door with her head, "Go on in."
"Okay?" Joan walked her confused self over to the door and opened it.

Inside the room were about ten people moving from desk to desk working hard at something. The lay out of the room looked like the offices back home. Mostly open, two separate rooms; one for the supervisor and the other for meetings. A young looking man hurriedly walked past Joan carrying a stack of papers. No one seemed to notice she was there. She shrugged and started to make her way through the office to the supervisor's room. "He's not here." Someone said from behind. Joan turned around, the girl smiled, "He went to get something to eat. He'll be back in a few."
"Great." Joan rubbed her forehead, "First he wakes me up by calling my cell. Then he calls my room phone and asks me to come in earlier. Now he isn't even here."
The girl giggled, "Yeah, he's like that. You Joan?"
"Yeah."
"Good, follow me." Joan shook her head and complied. The girl looked to be around seventeen, short hazel hair, brown eyes, slim but well toned. She was fairly casual with her attire, jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that read, "The voices tell me I have a problem, but I think they are lying" on the back. "Name's Emily." She said as she leaned against the door Joan had first come through.
Joan forced a smile, "Nice to meet you."
Emily opened the door and turned back around, "Want some coffee? You look like hell."
"Already had my fix."
Emily opened the gate to the lift, "You can never have too much coffee." The two stepped on, "We're going to the lab." She said as she pushed the button for the basement.
"So this whole building is HQ?" Joan asked as the lift started to descend.
"It's cheaper rent than a normal office building. Also, some of us live here on the fifth and sixth floor."
"Ah."
"Nice part is that it is all paid for by the agency."
"I'd imagine."
Emily studied Joan for a second, "You know you don't have to dress so formal."
"The New York branch is different."
"That's usually the case." The lift stopped and Emily opened the gate. Again there was a small lobby manned by a single person. The man looked up from his computer, "Morning Emily."
She smiled and waved as the two walked by, "Good morning, Kyle." She opened the door for Joan, "Head on in."

The place looked like a cross between an emergency room and a research facility. In one corner of the room was a small medical set up, monitors and all. The rest of the space was taken up by computers, fume hoods, micro scopes, incubators, etc. There were two other people working around an autopsy table. Emily pointed to it, "Over there is what we wanted you to look at."
Joan sighed and went over to the table; on it lay what looked like a young child's arm. One of the two women pulled down her mask, "You must be the one from the NY branch." Joan nodded, "Name's Ashley."
The younger one, maybe fifteen, didn't look up from the arm she was examining, "Henrietta."
"Nice to meet you." Joan said as she grabbed a pair of gloves, "Where did you find this?"
"A couple blocks east from here. It was in the middle of the sidewalk." Ashley answered, cracking her neck, "We just sent a sample to our other lab for DNA."
"May I?" Joan asked Henrietta, she nodded. Joan picked up the arm and slowly turned it in the light, "It's quite the clean cut."
"I know." Henrietta grabbed a piece of gauze and dabbed at the severed end, "No blood either."
Joan looked closer at the arm, "But it hasn't lost its color."
"My thought is, it never had any to begin with."
"If there was no blood, then..."
Ashley took the arm from Joan and walked over to a desk near by, "Take a look." She put the arm under a magnifying glass, "Do you see it?"
Joan squinted, there was something written on the inner part of the forearm, "It looks like a serial number."
"That's why you were called." Emily said, peeking over Joan's shoulder.
Joan recoiled in surprise, "Don't do that."
The other three started to laugh.
"What?" Joan asked a bit annoyed.
"It was just the look on your face." Henrietta said as she caught the arm that Ashley tossed.
"Are you sure this place is HQ?"
"Most definitely." Emily answered as she sat down in a chair by the desk, "It's just the fact that every office environment depends on the supervisor."
"Anyway," Joan went back to the autopsy table, "What do we know?"

Henrietta handed Joan a clipboard with a few pieces of paper, "Not much yet. Arm was found around 0215 hrs by an off duty security guard taking a stroll. Local police set up the sight and originally bagged it. We caught word of it around 0430 hrs when one of our guys made his usual round at the station. He transferred the case to the agency and asked the police to report any more things that could be related." She drummed on the arm for a second before continuing, "Us here started the examination about a half an hour ago. We just found the serial number."
"Do you know what severed it?" Joan asked as she poked at the muscle tissue.
"I think it was never attached to anyone, but Ashley thinks different."
Ashley looked over at the two, stopping the conversation she was having with Emily, "I just think that, for it to have a serial number, it should belong to some one."
"But if it did, there would be traces of blood."
"I wasn't saying it was a part of someone; just that it belonged to some one."
"That isn't what you originally said."
Ashley walked back to the table, "Here, look." She picked up the arm and held it so the light would shine on the bone, "The way the bone was cut would suggest that it would fit into a slot of sorts." She was right, the bone was slightly rounded and a small amount of muscle was carved away from around it.
Joan rubbed her temples, "I just don't see what this has to do with the NY branch."
Emily leaned back in her chair, "They didn't tell you about the case they had a few months ago?"
Joan shook her head, "I'm actually new, I started last month."

Henrietta took off her mask and leaned against the table, "Strange." She pushed off and walked over to a filing cabinet in the back of the room. She opened the top drawer and started to thumb through the files, "But it shouldn't surprise me I guess." She pulled out a green file, "I have a few connections in your branch. One of them dug this up for me." She handed it to Joan, "It's an in depth report on something the NY branch is looking at."
Joan opened it, there were a lot of memorandums, "Why wasn't I told about this before?"
"You're new." Ashley pulled a loose piece of paper from the file, "They still don't trust you to keep secrets."
"The only reason we know is because of Henrietta." Emily added.
"But," Joan started to read another page, "If this stuff is true, this arm could be theirs."
"The final things I could draw from them is, the NY branch has no working model. Just simulations." Henrietta ran her fingers lightly along the arm, "But to use children, I don't think they are that morally inept."
"You give them too much credit." Joan turned to see who was speaking, "Sorry I ran out, I was hungry."
"I take it you are the one who called." Joan assessed.
The man bowed, "You can call me Kain."
"You really think the people of my branch are fairly demoralized?"
"I'm just saying you can never fully trust your coworker to do what is right when pride is on the line." Kain pulled a manila folder from his jacket, "Here's where I want you to start." He handed it to Joan, "That traces at least ten other cases of random limbs being found in various countries in Europe."
"So they are German." Everyone looked at Henrietta, "Hey, I know all of you were thinking it."
"Well," Emily bit her lip, "I was thinking more the Russians."
"Not enough cash flow." Ashley informed.
"Ah, I see."
"What does this have to do with us?" Joan asked, a bit confused.
"What it means," Kain tossed his jacket over a chair, "is, we are dealing with a large government run organization that is looking to gain a market here in the states."

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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Idea
Okay, heres my thoughts. I am in serious writers block in connection with the book I am try to write. SO I just need to write something else. Anything else.
Give me ideas, I need something I can write. A short story, a long story. Just something.
Oh, how the world weeps tears of #%&*@

Playing tag in the park
running from the dog that barks
Kites flying high above
In the bushes people making love
All this before ten
At least it isn't all men
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Monday, August 28, 2006

The world of words
I have always found sarcassim harder to write when it is not part of a story. I just don't know why.

*sigh*
Being in the middle of nowhere is so boring.

I say that now, but who knows where they might move me next.


Twisting the night away
those square dancers are oh so gay
Colorful lights on the dance floor
If you have the fever
enter through the special door
It's saturday night and all is well
and no I'm not going to buy a Dell
Moving and groving to the beat
I'm amazed I can do it with no feet
How now brown cow
The chacha they will now allow
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Saturday, August 26, 2006

*sigh*
Not as many people are reading as I had hoped. I feel depressed. Wah! *Cries*

Thanks to Jungy for finding the dark humor I instilled in the story. Predators actually think that way, I just twisted it to make it funny. That's why I call it disturbing and fucked up. Chances are, I could get with a couple of my friens and act this little thing out. That would be fun.

*Cries some more*

Depression.

WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Coke removes everything.

More depression.

*sniff*

*Shifty eyes*

*Manical laughter*
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!
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Friday, August 25, 2006

Rated F for the facted it's F'd up
[Disclamer: I shouldn't have to say this but I will for safe keeping. All thoughts, feelings, beliefs, views, actions, etc of the character portrayed bare no relation to my own. I've been told by the many psychologists and criminal profilers that I've had the pleasure of working with, that I have an uncaney ability to mimic most people when I am given enough research. This story was written using that knowledge.]

It begins:

It was only yesterday that she was laughing happily at the festival. But now, she is gone, having been demoned away by Oyashiro-sama. I don’t know why Nana was taken, but I must get her back.

The quiet chatter of the library threatened to steal my concentration as I flipped through the old reports of past incidents and cult rituals. It’s always been the same pattern; the number of who disappear is equal to the number taken. So it might work in reverse; that is, if I can reanimate the dead. To do that, I’d need to switch one life with another in the name sake of Oyashiro-sama. But how I choose the one to be sacrificed, that’s what I’m trying to figure out now.
My watch beeped signaling that it was lunch time. I closed up the pile of books and turned off the computer. My head hurt. The receptionist thanked me as I left; if she knew what I was there for, she’d have called the police. The midday sun beat down, making the already humid day even worse. I wiped the sweat from my forehead; I had no time for frustration. I needed to find a replacement.
The diner I chose for lunch was your typical fan service set: cute waitresses, cute maid uniforms and short skirts. It’s not like this is a bad thing; especially when they are the girls who are in their 1st or 2nd year of high school. But, again, I had no time to ponder my usual fetish. My mission is to bring Nana back.
“Welcome to <>, may I take your order?” I looked up from my menu to see a nice looking girl with long green hair smiling at me.
“I’ll just have the American cheese burger.”
The girl nodded, “Your order will be ready soon.” The girl spun around and walked lightly to the next table.
I shook the thoughts of what I might do to her out of my head and took out the notebook from my bag. From what I could find, I needed an equal body to get the objective back. Equal, huh? There aren’t many Diclonious around, so I had to be diligent in my search. I started to connect similar thoughts with a thin red line, while connecting possibilities with a thin blue line. It all came down to what I could find. Age, height, hair color, eye color, general attitude, and gender; all this I needed to take into consideration when choosing a non-Diclonious victim… I mean replacement.
“Here is your American cheese burger, sir.” The waitress broke me from my thoughts.
I looked up at her, “Thank you.” She bowed and walked away; oh what I’d do if I wasn’t busy.
I ate in silent thought; I can’t let it get to me. The burger was your typical fare, nothing outstanding about it. The fries were a bit too soggy; I hate soggy fries. They were also out of ketchup. How can a restaurant be out of ketchup?! Oh that made me so mad. I clinched away my anger and lit up a cigarette. Stay focused. I slapped my face a few times and poured back over my notes.

I’ve always been told that these kinds of sacrifices must be done on the night of a full moon. That was in three days time. Heh, three days. That’s enough time to find the perfect girl. I took one last toke from my cigarette and flick it into the bushes. One of the moms near by looked scornfully at me. If only she knew what I thought about her daughter. I groaned as I stood up from the park bench; now’s a good time as any to find that girl. With a cynical smile that would make any old lady cry “devil,” I leave the park for the shopping market.
Walking down the street, I studied every girl that was in eyesight. Too fat, too thin, too tall, too ugly; none of them fit the perfection that Nana had. This was going to be harder than I thought. I stopped at the door to a chain convenient store; I was out of smokes. Bells chimed as I entered, “Welcome sir.” The highly unattractive high schooler greeted me. I scoffed as a reply and worked my way to the back of the store to the fridge. I grabbed a six pack of the cheapest beer in there and slammed the door shut. The fact that I had to keep my habits at bay till I resolved the situation was starting to get to me.
“Will that be all sir?” The cashier asked; at this point I was about to puke at the sight of her.
“One carton of Pure Evens.” I answered in a flat tone.
“Your total comes to 7,000 yen.”
I forked over the cash, grabbed the bag and left the store as fast as I could. God she was ugly. I lit the last cigarette from the pack in my pocket and tossed aside the empty box. I took a drag and inhaled deep; man I hate lying low. The sun had set and the light from the street lights spotted the walkway; all that is left are the tramps and bitches. Nothing left for me to do but go home.
Wait! Who was that? I turned around and searched the park path. There, by the fountain, pink hair. I went to the bushes and slowly move closer. She’s alone; doesn’t she know that people like me lurk in places like this? As I got closer her horns became visible; as if vectors have stopped me before. She was thin, a bit short, petite; all that’s left is the innocence that matches Nana’s.
A round spot of light shown through the running water of the fountain; it was the night watchman. Damn! I slipped into the shadows of the trees and left the park. The school uniform she had on was from the next town; I had been there a few times already. It was a private girls’ high school. This particular cutey looked to be a 1st year, just like Nana. She was perfect.
If you were to see the inside of my apartment, you would never know how fucked up I am. It’s so clean and tidy. I opened my closet and moved the panel in my wall to reveal my ‘stash.’ What would be good watching to night? My scanning eyes moved from my porn shelve to my snuff videos. I can’t get sidetracked; I needed my viewing to stay relevant. I’ve always liked to watch people writhe in pain; I guess now I’ll be the one delivering this time.

My stalking ability has always been one of my better ones. I don’t know how many times I’ve been to this school, but I’ve never been caught. My subject for the next couple of days was one Hoshino Rena, age 15. Though the name really doesn’t matter since she’ll be dead soon. She’s in the sewing club, so she should be off before sun down. Being right before summer, the girls would have swimming practice; so I usually took up base in sight of the pool.
It was hot and I just wanted to get this over with. I mean, yeah, I’ll enjoy it, but I hate all this anticipation. I left the school and it’s wet, alluring girls and decided to wander around to clear my head. I needed to stay low. I stopped at the window of a cooking store; I needed tools. A flaying knife, skewers, cooking twine, and a large salad bowl; this is going to be one expensive pleasure.
I guess the next thing I need is a place. Maybe the shrine store house; it’d be easy. All I’d have to do is knock out the family there, gag my precious sacrifice, and all should be good.
Once school ended I followed some ways behind her; she was headed for the station. To be safe, I got on the car next to the one she occupied. She was taking the train I usually take home; she lived only blocks from me and I never noticed. Well, I guess not anymore. After getting off the train, I followed her to the park I found her the day before. It seemed that she’d go there to clear her head. She’d leave not too long after the night watchman came through.

Two days and I will have Nana back. I found myself back at the diner from before; I guess the uniforms brought me back here. The same green haired girl served me my burger and onion rings, this time. She smiled and said, “Welcome back.” as if she knew me. But she was good looking so I let it slide.
After I ate, I went back to the library to look up the main procedure for Oyashiro-sama sacrifices. The main thing I read was that the sacrifice had their torso cut open and their entrails pulled out to dry above them. That and the fact they’d be fully conscious during it. It just kept getting better. I didn’t go to the school that day; I just waited patiently at the park.

I spent the last day in complete preparation. My instincts told me to nab her that night and have some fun, but the books said that I couldn’t. So I kept busy elsewhere. The family at the shrine seemed easy enough; I just had to hit them after I nab the Diclonious. It was all too easy.

“Thank you. Please come again.” The nice little cashier said as I left the diner. Today is the day. My hands were itching to get started. I can just see it now; that petit little pet writhing in tremendous pain. Then, I will have my Nana back. She will be mine and only mine.
Laughter rode the wind from the school pool to my eager ears as I watched little Rena swim. It was such a shame that she had to die; it was even more of a shame I couldn’t have any fun. After the class ended I went to the park and watched my usual set for a while. I put out the second to last cigarette as I take out the last. I grumbled and toss the empty pack in to the trash can by the bench. I should have brought more.
I decided to eat dinner early since I had to spend the rest of the night executing my plan. I wondered if Nana would be different when I brought her back. Nah, she couldn’t change that much. Anyway, once resurrected the soul is forever bound to the one who preformed the ritual, i.e. me. She could never turn against her master.

From the school, to the train, and into the park I followed her closely. After the night watchman went through I struck. It was a small dart from a blow gun I got at some shop somewhere. With in seconds she was draped in my arms. I put her on my back so I could give her a piggy back ride; I ain’t that strong you see. She was surprisingly light though. With her on my back, we left the park and I hailed a taxi.
Once at the shrine, I slung her onto my back again and made my way up the steps. The lights were on in the main house, so I knew they were home. I laid my prize down in the bushes near the store house and went back to the main house. One of the windows was open so I use the opportunity to enter.
The family was quietly eating their late supper; easy targets. With four darts, I downed the family; for safety reason I injected them with a separate solution so they’d stay under till morning. I took a long gulp from the sake bottle the dad had; oh this is going to be good.
Back at the store house, I collected the sacrifice and pick the lock. As the doors creaked open I lit the lantern I took from the main house. Oh, what fun. The place looked like it had been used to house unused torture tools. Most were rusty and dull, but there was a ‘t’ shaped table with straps and all. I put the girl on the table and strapped her limbs and head down. She still hadn’t woken up yet.
I take out my tools and finish the preparations. Lucky for me there was already some pulleys in there, since I forgot to buy some. I fixed the twine and pulleys above the table. Next I took the knife and removed her clothes; what beauty. I pricked my finger with the knife’s tip to bring myself out of my fantasies.
With a smile of pure malice, I lightly ran the knife along her body to rouse her. She jerked a few times and opened her eyes. “Good morning my little replacement.” She went wide eyed and tried to move, only to find the straps held. The joyous sound of muffled screams filled my ears as I showed her my knife and told her my intent. Did I mention I also stopped her vectors from coming out? That really made her panic.
I traced her body one more time, enjoying the spasms of terror she emitted. My hands began to shake; I was having too much fun toying with her. Lighting a cigarette which I also took from the dad, I sucked half of it away and blew the smoke in her face. She coughed and tried to free her arm to hit me. I just laughed.
Play time was over; I needed to do this before sun rise. I turned the knife in my hand and gently pressed the tip into her chest. The scream she emitted was so full of horror I almost dropped the knife in ecstasy, but I clinched the handle and continued. Squirming and twisting her body, the sacrifice tried to get free; the line I cut wasn’t straight but it would do. I stopped above the baldness of her; no need to go any further.
The sound of my hands entering her stomach made me giggle and her scream in pain. I looked at the straps; traces of blood lined her hands. “You’re trying to hard.” I whisper in her ear. I grabbed the twine and bring it into the body with my hands. The girl’s screams dissipated into constant crying; she was losing strength.
After a few attempts, I finally got the twine around the right organs. Her blood ran down my arms as I showed her my progress. I strapped her head back down and grabbed the loose end of the twine. In a slow, constant motion I brought out her insides. Upon seeing them, she went into shock. Screaming louder and wrenching her limbs harder than ever, she watched me pull the twine.
Once her organs were at a suitable height, I took out the holy water and sprinkled it on her body. She had stopped moving and crying, but she was still breathing. I took the piece of paper from my back pocket and recited the incantation. A breeze blew through the store house extinguishing the lantern light. I turned around at the sound of footsteps; the miasmic air made it hard to breathe.
What started out as a cloud of dark smoke, turned into a shadow. The shadow raised its hand; pain shot through my body as my left arm was torn off. The shadow’s figure became clearer, it was a Diclonious. I screamed out as my right leg is ripped off and fell to the ground. I look up as the figure stopped in front of me; Nana smiled sardonically at me. I had forgotten one of the biggest things; my right arm is removed. Nana doesn’t have any limbs, so the sacrifice should have lost hers as well; my left leg is removed. How could I make such a mistake?

I lay motionless in the hospital bed and stared up at the ceiling. Drool fell unbridled from my mouth; being limbless sucks. Someone wiped it away with a handkerchief, I follow the hand back to its owner. Nana smiled sweetly at me from her chair beside my bed. It worked; she’s back and she’s mine!

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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Just wondering
I just finished writing something that is very malacious and disturbing and I am wondering if I should post. I'm thinking no but if you all say it's okay, just be prepared to be creeped out.
I surprised myself with this one. I usually write in the more dramatic and comidic side, touching once in a while in the action and suspence when needed. But I never write anything that makes me shiver when I read it.

I've done alot of research into the mind of a psycho, I am still studying today; so I know I am capable with that type of story. It's just that, when I write, I become my characters for the duration of the writing session. It's the same for when I study the material.I don't know how an outsider would react, but as the writer, I can say it is messed up.

Anyway, let me know what you think and I'll act accordingly.
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Cadance
Sitting on a mountain top beating my drum
I beat it so hard till the MPs come
MP, MP, don't arrest me
Arrest that Drill Seargent behind the tree
He stole the whiskey and I stole the wine
And now he's got me doing the double time
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