Day 17(made some headway)

1.

It is time to start. What is being started is a whole different issue. Just be content in knowing that it is really time to get started. A little late in fact. The web that has been woven is in need of being pulled very tightly. It already encompasses everyone and everything. A quick tug of the strings will see that all are captured, destroyed, or otherwise used for their appropriate means.

Like poisoning the well of a small farming village, societies minds have been conditioned to accept what they have been told, and what they will be told. The future holds many fun surprises for everyone that is still involved. Some have already taken their leave of this place and have come to rest in their respective places. There are two sides and the line has been drawn. Some groups do not claim association with either side, but they are working for one man or the other. Take the jump and choose. To go with your friends, or against them. The fight is coming.

2.

Joe has been very lazy lately. Well, lazy isn’t the correct word. He has been in fear for his life. The lights in his apartment are still working, but he knows they won’t stay on for ever. He knows about the current issues and has not chosen a side yet. The groups he sees as good guys, give him a bad feeling. The bad guys give him the warm fuzzies. His mind is fighting what his eyes are telling him. Therefore he has not made any decisions yet. He is still on the fence, but knows that he can’t stay there for too much longer.

The shadows have started to do some interesting things though. Not only are they everywhere outside, but it seems that there are two major clans of them as well. Some seem to thrive on the life blood of humans, animals, and the occasional, read rare, insect. The others seem to do the opposite. They try to help those in danger of being consumed. Joe has found no way to tell which ones are which, except by their actions, which is a bad way to find out while in the heat of it all. He just found it very odd that while they look the same, they all seem to have their own personalities and two main agendas.

He has spent the last week observing them with Janice and Mr. Abbot. Janice startled Joe the first time she saw it take place. He jumped out of bed, hit his head on the table lamp, and almost slammed into the closed window when he tried to stick his head through it. They were all startled, especially the two bricks. After a long while observing the shadows they figured that they knew everything. They thought they were experts on the subject, and they would have been if those nonconforming shadows hadn’t decided to appear one very dark evening.

There wasn’t anything particularly interesting about the evening in question, except that the moon was glowing an almost crimson red. It looked as if something had stabbed it and laughed as it bled allover it’s face. This is a sinister moon. The night turned out much less sinister than the moon would have implied, except that every member of congress had mysteriously died in an explosion and the related gasoline shower, but Joe, Janice, and Mr. Abbot had no idea about that. Their TV had been off for days. They figured if the shadows were killing people, who was to say that something could come out of the TV and kill them as well.

Since Janice and Mr. Abbot could not sleep if they wanted to, they decided not to even think about it and watched the alley, and apartment, instead. It had worked out well so far, and on this night it had paid off. The dividends for them being trapped amongst the cold interior of off-red bricks. The excitement that filled the room had them both almost forgetting how detached from society their shells had really made them. It definitely woke up Joe with a fury.

As he hit the window with his head, he almost decided to punch it out of frustration, but stopped just short of the act. He knew that there would be no barrier if he did that, not that any of them knew if the glass would really stop such a abomination. The fact that they could still see the occasional pedestrian vanish while walking the alley did not make them feel too much better.

The odd thing that they all noticed, upon further inspection, was that while the shadows seemed to be on different sides of the field, they did not fight each other directly. The group which surrounded the victim, or saved, first was the victor. The others would back off. This is not to say that the others would not try to sneak in, and on more than one occasion, were successful in doing so. It seemed to only happen when a gap appeared. The gap would be filled by the opposing faction almost as son as it appeared. The shadows didn’t seem to be stupid, but they were also not the sharpest tools in the shed. They were definitely sheep and since they all looked the same nobody was sure if they had leaders, or if they just did what they were programmed to do.

3.

Running for the street, and trying not to drop his friends, Joe searched for the foggy beings and tried to avoid them. Not knowing the good from the bad had it’s disadvantages. Windows or not, they were being pursued. Starting in his apartment and continuing into the streets. The city had lost power all at once. Joe’s randomly placed flashlights would have become useless, even if they had been found. All he could think to do, at the prodding of Janice, was to run. Just before he closed his door he could see the shadows moving in his living room and kitchen. No doubt they were after him.

He looked to the sky in hope of seeing that sliver of light the sunrise would bring. The moon stared back at him with an evil sneer. Who could he trust if the moon wasn’t even on his side. Full moon, or not, there was just not enough light to fend off the creatures. Praying for the lights to come back on, he ran. The shadows pursued in groups. They handed control of areas off as he went. They couldn’t focus all of their energy on this one target, no matter how important he was.

Janice tried to close her eyes to no avail and Mr. Abbot just stared blankly at the moving shapes of darkness. If he had to describe it in a few words it would have to be, that they looked like blobs of nothingness. While against a wall the shadows appeared to be just that. Once they moved away, they looked darker than a midnight with no stars or other celestial bodies. Just blackness. They were the color of insanity. The color of loneliness. The color of hatred. The color of death. The color of nothing.

Lights still out, Joe had managed to make it a few miles from his house, even if he had dropped Janice twice, accidentally threw Mr. Abbot and then subsequently tripped on him before retrieving him. Things weren’t going great, but they were all still alive and well. As well as they were expected to be anyway. The pursuit came with it’s reasons, even if the shadows didn’t really know them in detail. The good group knew that he had to be protected, and the bad group knew he had to be killed. The terms good, and bad, were completely from Joe’s perspective and not on a global scale. He couldn’t be sure what they intended for him.

The longer he ran, the colder it got. The more he would sweat. The colder he got. The less energy he had to run. The faster he felt he had to go. He was exhausted, but determined not to die like this tonight. Not any night. HE had forgotten his video camera, which might have been useful if it would have worked. The shadows, on this very odd night, actually had some say over what electronics would work, and had decided that none would operate for the time being. They just decided it was in their best interest to disable all communications, and movement stopping devices. So far it was working with marginal success. Joe was not the only one being chased.

Joe watched a homeless man swallowed right in front of him, and could not help breathing a sigh of relief and almost laughing out loud. He grinned avidly as he slowed to a jog. He could not help but watch the horrific act in it’s entirety. The shadows had the actions of extremely through vampires. They would retrieve every last drop of blood before being finished. Joe shuddered as he realized that he was now walking as he watched. Picking up the pace, he decided that he would not be next. Not tonight. Not like this.

4.

He stopped suddenly. Exhausted and ready to faint, he threw up. As he was marveling at the fact that he didn’t not recognize any of the food that came up, the sun licked his nose and a shadow caressed his neck. Shuddering and laughing at the same time, he turned to face the assailant.

“Not tonight,” he said.

The shadow started to shrink away slowly. He really wasn’t sure if it was due to the encroaching sunlight, or his tone of voice. He wanted to believe that he had some power over the shadows, but wasn’t going to test it just yet. All he cared about is that he would see another day. It didn’t matter if it was just going to be “one of those days,” or not, just that he was still alive. That was all that mattered.

Joe was tired. Like a homeless guy he found a newspaper and a park bench. Wood, not aluminum. If he had learned anything as a camera man, it was that an aluminum park bench could be a fast track to not waking up ever again. If it was cold the aluminum would act like a heat sink and drain all of the heat out of ones body. Dangerous when one was as hungry and tired as Joe. He was happy with the wood one, located in the middle of a brightly lit park mysteriously abscent of trees. The bricks would be sure to wake him when the sun started to set, or at least he hopped that they would. He closed his eyes and prayed that they would open again.

1.

I’m used to people telling me I am crazy. That all of my theories are just a bunch of bullshit, but I know otherwise. Some of the things I have seen are too real to ignore. Even my friend Frank, one of the craziest people I know, thinks I am completely off my rocker. He’ll talk to his “friends,” who are invisible, and he has the balls to tell me I’m nuts.

I see things moving in the night. I know something is out to get me, and maybe others as well, but nobody will listen. I’d have as much luck telling people that I can make gold of out lead. Actually I’m sure I could actually convince a few people of that. So what can I really do to help people? I have no ideas anymore.

I’ve seriously considered jumping out of my window, or slitting my wrists, just to take the satisfaction from those who want to take me for their own reasons, but every time I am almost ready I wuss out. How does anybody really go through with it? I mean, even if somebody had a gun to my head and I knew they would pull that trigger, I still don’t think I could actually do it first. My survival instinct seems to be just fine in that regard.

Just last night I saw a guy running from something. Something that looked about how I would imagine death. A moving blackness with no remorse. The odd thing, and I think he is probably crazy, is that he was carrying two bricks. If I was running for my life I think I would only have the shirt on my back. Nothing else.

Something is coming for me. For you. For everyone. I’ve heard a few conspiracy theories lately, and I’m not sure if I really by them, but they are starting to sound more realistic everyday. I’m not religious, but I feel it probably doesn’t hurt to have a token to show at least a passing good faith to “God,” or whatever may be up there. Here is the odd thing about my token.

I have a little statue of Jesus, well a bobble head really, and he started talking to me last night. I want to think it was all a dream, but I don’t remember going to sleep or waking up. My only conclusion is that it actually happened. Most of what he said was gibberish, but there was one thing that stuck in my mind. He said, “I am coming. Are you ready?” That struck me as exceedingly odd. Not only because my Bobbly Christ was bee bopping to the music, which does happen on occasion, but because he talked. I wasn’t on any drugs that I recall, nor was I overly tired, so I have no real explanation. It does make sense though.

I’ve heard other people say strange things along the same lines. That Christ is coming, or that he is already here. I’ve even heard people say that the former president has something to do with it. One person even said that the president is Christ. If he is Christ, then I’m the virgin Marry. There is no way that shit head is divine in any carnation. He could have a glowing halo of pure compassion and he would still be an asshole. So there are some things I do take with a grain of salt.

About the blackness that I’ve been seeing around lately. I know I mentioned that it was following an odd character last night, but it follows others as well. Sometimes it encompasses them so fully that I can’t see the victim anymore. I say victim because a few moments after they are engulfed, the blackness disappears and they are gone as well. It is like the blackness takes them away. I don’t know where to, but I doubt it is anywhere pleasant. I don’t want to find out, but I worry about being a victim. Who knows though, maybe they take you somewhere wonderful. An all-you-can eat buffet, or a nice spa, but somehow I doubt it. This shit is too sinister to have a good intention like that.

Before I saw the weird guy running last night, all of my power went out. The news claimed that the whole city lost power, and nobody knows why. Well, if they do know, they aren’t saying anything about it. I think it was planned. In fact, I know it was. With the government in such a mess they want to insight fear in the citizens so they can try to regain control. Bureaucracy at it’s finest. This is how the government operates and stays in power. Fear is the best motivator. How do you think religion has survived over the years? That’s how. There is a reason that there are many phrases that contains the words, “The fear of God.” That says it all right there.

Threaten people with terrorists, death, torture, hell, or any other unpleasantness, and they will conform and do what you want them to do. I’m sure many priests have used that tactic to get their jollystick played with by an alter boy or two. Hey little boy, it is a lollipop, and if you don’t lick it like you mean it, I’ll make sure you go to hell. You know that it how it goes down. Since the stupid brats don’t know any better then they lap up the baby batter and get on with life. That is until they are 30 year old pedophiles that blame all of their problems on the bad encounters they had in church while they were on their knees. But, enough about that. I think I’ve made my point very clearly.

People like those priests pray, and hold, on to the fact that most will not question their ways or motives. The fact that “the voice of God” surges through them grants them bragging rights with the congregation. The Metatron would have a hard time finding such a willing audience. They say it is so, and people believe.

If there is a God, he is out to get me, or I guess it is entirely possible that it would be the Devil gunning for me. Either way, I’m going to be dead soon and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. There is no saving grace. No help. No protection. Nothing for me to do, but wait for my time to come. When it does, I hope it is quick, but I fear it will be excruciatingly slow and painful. It would fit my life very well. It would be the perfect ending.

2.

They are still after me. I saw things dancing in my TV last night, and they were definitely not Teletubbies. I hated the Teletubbies. They were always so self righteous with their little TV’s in their bellies. I think they thought they were better than everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I think little dancing freaks with sex toys strapped to their heads makes for great television, but there was always something just not right about them. I think they really were trying to brainwash the youth so that when they grew up the world would be under their control. Prove me wrong… I dare you.

Have you watched any children’s shows lately? I think the writers are starting to push their own political agendas in such a way that it is pretty transparent, but to the trained eye it is as clear as day. Sesame street is a good example. They try to show this great world of equality, but look at Oscar the Grouch. He lives in a trashcan, and you can tell all of the characters have a distaste for him. He is treated differently than everyone else. He is treated worse than Ernie and Bert, who are obviously gayer than a sailor with a 12 inch cock rammed up his ass.

And what is the deal with all of the characters in these children’s shows speaking Spanish? Are they really trying to teach equality in this country, or just the elimination of the white element? You can probably already guess what I believe. Next thing you know, they will be banning whites from country clubs, yacht clubs, and golf courses. What happened to the good old days when we could get together and badmouth anyone we wanted too without being punished? Every other race can do it publicly, but when you’re a white guy you get punished or sued for racism.

This country is fucked. The military is targeting it’s own citizens now. The plans that were set in motion before the execution of the government heads are starting to come to fulfillment. Spread the fear of the terrible terrorists and exercise the force necessary to eradicate them. That’s the story, although it just seems like a simple way to declare martial law without ever actually declaring it. This unrest is actually pretty unsettling. I’m worried about certain people taking more power than they should be entitled to. Military, law enforcement, fire fighters, even the meter maids are losing their minds. I got a parking ticket for being parked in my own driveway. How crazy do you have to be to actually respect behavior like that? I know I’m not loopy enough for that yet.