Three dead in the past week. Each one a servant of Master. Each one killed by a single clean cut across the throat. At least one was a Sleeper-- one who hadn't even been activated yet. He was just leading a normal life. He hadn't even met any Runners yet.
This information disturbs Master. Oh, He has lost servants before. Many servants. But this doesn't smell like Runner shenanigans. Master thinks that one of the Others has begun to move against Him.
So far, the Runners have been little more than an annoyance. Like a fly buzzing around Master's head and landing on His food. But if one of the Others is manipulating them, calling the shots from behind the scenes, they could become locusts, devouring Master's food.
The Wooden Girl is an ally. The killings don't fit the Cold Boy's MO. The Archangel is a likely suspect. The Plague Doctor is smart enough to pull a scheme like this, and wouldn't be stupid enough to use his disease to kill Master's servants, so he is a possibility as well.
If observing Emily yields no results by Saturday, I am instructed to begin making direct moves against her, to goad a reaction. If this too proves fruitless, I am instructed to bring her before Master. Once business with Emily is concluded, I shall begin investigating these deaths.
Oh, and Master is sending those two geniuses back to assist me. How... nice....
...Fuck.
-STEWARD
You are very entertaining to watch, Stew.
ReplyDeleteEven if we are mortal enemies.
Slender will get tired of you, though, very soon.
He will never get tired of me, which is both a blessing, and a curse.
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ReplyDeleteYou're arrogance is quite astounding Mr. Rivers. I have been charged by my Master to impart the Truth upon the world. It is a sacred duty. It is important work.
ReplyDeleteFar more important than dealing with upstart little insignifants like you or Zero.
-STEWARD
Aw. I used the wrong "your". I do so hope that you don't think little of me because of it.
ReplyDelete-STEWARD
My apologies for the previous error post. In any case, Rivers - if I tire of you now, surely you must bore that abomination out of it's skull?
ReplyDeleteAs for you, Steward, I weep for your Master.
I might know who it is... but he wouldn't appreciate me spilling the beans too soon.
ReplyDeleteOh, really, Mystery? ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd totally Achro. Totally.
Well, think of it like this: you could be the Three Muskateers. Okay, the Three Slenderteers.
ReplyDeleteAnd what is the Cold Boy's MO? He sounds like he just needs some tissues and tea.
Imagine walking down a dirt road, out in a wide open area, on a hot, breezeless summer day. Imagine that there are no clouds in the sky, and the sun beats down on you directly. No imagine that you are also wearing several layers of clothing. It's so hot that you feel like you're about to collapse.
ReplyDeleteNow imagine that you hear a young boy's voice behind you, reciting a nursery rhyme.
Now imagine that you suddenly feel quite comfortable in your layers of clothing. It's not hot at all. In fact, it's kind of chilly.
...and now its even chillier. You're shivering. You can't stop shivering. You rub your hands together and breath into your clothes and hug yourself and try to focus on the brightly shining sun but to no avail.
You are cold.
And now your skin becomes numb. Your hands and feet can no longer move. The saliva in your mouth has turned to ice. Your eyes are crusted over.
And then your blood freezes, and your heart can no longer beat.
THAT is how the Cold Boy works. Pray that you never annoy him.
-STEWARD
Tell your master if he'll leave my niece and her parents alone, I might give a hint. A hint isn't betrayal... but He needs to leave my family alone. If they get hurt, your unknown proxy slayer won't be the only one hunting you. Hurting a baby to get at me is a coward's tactic.
ReplyDeleteThe Cold Boy is indeed very horrific.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that Steward's master will be wetting himself when he knows you're after him, Mystery.
ReplyDeleteProbably not, but that doesn't mean I can't be a thorn in his side.
ReplyDeleteSlenderman?
ReplyDeletePlease, my fear of him was eradicated years ago.
I have no problem with the Slender Man, except that he's killing off my food supply!
ReplyDeleteIf you're all bickering so much, than how do you get ANYTHING done?
ReplyDeletesorry, THEN
ReplyDeleteI guess they just manage everything by luck, skill and intelligence while bickering.
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