Game: Resume.

Elaine. Spencer.

I found your mutt.

And now I have an image burned into my mind that I would really have rather not gained. I knew Morningstar was a cannibal... but no one needs to witness it playing out. Especially when the... victim of it is still very much alive.

Can I say "I told you so"? Cause I fucking told you so. I told he couldn't run from the past. I told you to kill him while you had the chance. I fucking TOLD YOU.

Now I had to leave Valerie to clean up YOUR mess before anymore people die. She's safe though. Tiny mental break or not, I wouldn't have left her otherwise. She's with someone I trust. Which in itself is saying a hell of a lot for them, since I don't even trust myself. In any case, I didn't have a choice. The Black King won't let me forget. I have to finish the Game.

...Do you two have any idea how I found Hesperus?

I followed the blood trail. Quite literally.

Your little friend tore, sliced, and CHEWED ON a very nice arrangement of bodies to leave behind. Humans were easy enough to pin point when he targeted them, but animals like dogs, cats, and rats seemed to be on his menu as well from the looks of different.. carcasses I found around. Like a morbid breadcrumb trail. Combine that with... well, a link provided by... He That Is which ties one member of the family to another, and I barely had to TRY to track him down. All I had to do was walk. I was... influenced the rest of the way, whether that be by blood smears or Him. After all, this... was His will. I was just going along with it, for once. I Obeyed. Like a good little puppet. A pull in this direction, a push into that one... and I soon found myself weaving in and out through the back alleys of buildings. I don't know how long it was I walked for, but eventually I realized I could hear "voices" ahead of me. One was pleading, agonized wails. The other... was growling.

I approached slowly. A familiar voice in the back of my head begged me to burst into a sprint - to save the damned person - but it was just a fleeting thought. Easily dismissed. This was a Corner and Capture mission. Not a rescue, per se. I couldn't risk spooking MY prey.

So I allowed Hesperus to keep his.

As luck damned my existence once again, the pace and stealth I used to draw near was a wasted effort. I soon had the wild, blood-soaked figure that is Hesperus jerk his head toward me - still chewing. He snarled at me as I kept coming closer - a clear warning - but stayed down, straddling his lunch which chose then to have some faint hope of rescue spark into their thoughts. The girl cried out of me. Begged for help. anyone's help. She couldn't have been more than sixteen. Even from where I now stood a bit away, I could tell it would be pointless. Bones penitrated the skin on all four of her limbs. The pool of blood on the ground suggested she'd been that way for long enough. So did her slurred speech and white skin. For whatever reason, Hesperus had wanted this one alive to dine on. I wasn't about to ask why.

The one thing that I can be thankful for though was Hesperus himself getting irritated with his prey's cries. At first he snarled at her, but when she kept crying he didn't give her another chance. He whipped down and tore out her throat with his teeth. The... choking sounds thereafter are something that's been repeating in my head ever since.

Heh. Can you imagine? I didn't think twice. Didn't even think fucking twice. I knew what I was there for... and it wasn't to save the already-dead or kill Hesperus. I needed the twit alive. I already had a taser in my left hand and my bone-handled knife in my right. I don't remember pulling them out. I blinked once and I was aiming the taser - kicking dirt at the two to get the limited attention-span of Hesperus to turn back to me. He did with teeth bared, barking at me with a string of words that I only caught one of: Devil.

I smirked as Hesperus rose to his feet, body hunched over. Blood soaked into torn and dirty clothes. In his tangle of hair. Running down his chin. He twitched a bit. Yelling at me with no sense to make a sentence...

Thinking now, I can remember how one of our very first discussions on his blog... was putting down rabid dogs. There truly are no coincidences.

But then, as though sensing my... ill-intent for him... Hesperus turned and ran.

I immediately took chase - jumping over the now-corpse in the process as Hesperus ran down the back alleys. The asshole is fast, I'll give him that. But I've gotten pretty good at running myself. I kept up with him. Every turn he took. Just waiting for my chance. Trusting I'd get my chance.

And then there it was.

A dead end.

He ran into it and turned to come back out... only to come face to face with me. Flight switched to Fight in an instant in bloodshot eyes - not hesitating for even a second he made as though to lunge at me. I shot him with the taser. It hit and the charge went off, crippling him down to one knee...

I didn't expect him to be ABLE to lunge. But he did. Tackled me onto my back with a sharp jar that I felt in my neck. He started trying to claw at me in a savage frenzy and I hit him across the jaw with my fist - kicking at him to get him off as I scrambled backwards in the dirt, but he stayed on top. Moving with me despite my hits back and sunk his teeth into the bridge of my neck. I had to grit my teeth to stop from making a sound as I punched him in the gut as hard as I could. When his bite released, I grabbed his head and cracked it against the wall beside us. At that point I rolled away from him - picking up the taser and thanking my luck that the pins had held on him even during the scuffle.

I shocked him again.

Then a third time.

After that, he FINALLY went still.

I restrained him and carried him on my shoulders out of the alleys and into the waiting car. We're in a motel currently. One of those cheap ones where someone can scream bloody murder and the maids just come in the next day to flip the blood-stained mattress upside down. Hesperus is still out-cold. Tied to the bed so he can't Run when Father shows up. And He will come. Just have to wait.

After all, I want to kill Morningstar. Not Hesperus. I want my revenge as it SHOULD be.

Either I'll get him back... or I'll have a nice show watching the Black King tear Hesperus to pieces.

Make your bet while you can.