Saturday, May 14, 2011

Time's Up

I must say, after I forced some pills down her throat, Emily was much more pleasant to chat with. She smiled and she didn't whimper or curse and she answered all my questions politely and clearly. Granted, the pills also made her a bit ditzy-- a most unattractive quality, I must say-- but I suppose that couldn't be helped.

It's such a shame that no new information could be gleaned. She encountered Master, but she never felt the Compulsion. End of story.

Now, I do have a notebook full of my observations of her, and if I ever get the chance to keep watch over someone who does suffer from the Compulsion, I'm certain I could compare notes and puzzle something out, but unfortunately I have a serial killer to track.

My time with Miss Rivera has come to an end. Master showed up this morning and I felt a very firm command in my mind to leave this research for now and go find out who's been killing Servants. And Master turned His attention to my guest.

His suit became... I guess "blacker" would be the best way to describe it. It usually seems at least superficially like fabric, but when He looked at Emily it became a void. A vast expanse of pure blackness that began to seep out, away from His form and into the world around Him.

Have you ever dropped a bit of black dye into a glass water and watched it spread out with swirling tendrils? That's basically what happened.

That blackness traveled across the air and wrapped around Emily's head. I heard her scream, but the sound was soon cut off as His tendrils poured into her mouth. Her nostrils. Her ears. Her tear ducts.

The blackness entered into her and demolished what was there. What could not be destroyed was removed, and Emily is hallowed out so that nothing but a shell remained.

The blackness retreated, and the creature that was once Emily Rivera stood, its expression completely blank. Master held a pale hand out to her, His suit returning to normal, and she took it. Together, they vanished, leaving nothing behind but the command in my mind to head south, to Mobile, where the most recent attacks had occurred.

Well then. I guess it's time to get to work.

-STEWARD

11 comments:

  1. hello joey steward

    we are glad to see that you are well

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  2. No. NO.

    Get the FUCK off of this blog! GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER ACCOUNT YOU SHIT!

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  3. we did not intend offense

    enemies change

    the game is never static

    we have allied with the STRANGER now

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  4. No. You're one of the reasons Steward is like this now.

    GTFO.

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  5. How very amusing.

    Steward is the reason Steward is as he is. That you cannot truly forsake - and transcend - your past is a sign of weakness.

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  6. I am not weak. I am His steward! I WAS CHOSEN! I CANNOT BE WEAK!

    JUST DIE! ALL OF YOU JUST FUCKING DIE! MASTER WILL TEAR YOU TO PIECES! I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF! I'LL SEND GLORIUS AND ACEDIA TO TEAR YOUR FUCKING SPINES OUT! DIE DIE DIE DIE!

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  7. Whoa. I think somebody pushed his Berserk Button, guys.

    As for what you did to Emily: do you really have no pity left? No sympathy for your victims? Are you just a complete sociopath now? Because in your other blog, you seemed to genuinely care.

    Or maybe you just care about other things now.

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  8. Hmm, a little excitement to brighten your day, hmm? Perhaps we need to cool down for a while, hmm?

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  9. well,here's a half positive comment from me.thank you ever so much on how the hollowification process goes,now i can write it down.i find this blog a rare chance to observe.this is rather interesting.poor girl..

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  10. Intresting, its good to know how The Slender Man opperates.

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  11. Guess the staring at him rule didn't help her... heheh

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