Don't do it, Eternity. I've been reading your posts. I know what you're doing, and I know what they're doing, and it's all going to backfire. Please, please don't fall for it. It might be too late for me, but it's not too late for you. And Skan, too. Both of you, just get out before the trap closes. The trap is closing on me.

They've put the mask with arm's reach of me. The one I kept seeing in my dreams all those months ago, with the box. I understand it, now. Mystery was right. And they weren't lying. All I have to do it reach out and pick it up with my hands. Reach out and put it on, and they'll open the box and let you all go. There is so much pain in the future for you all, and I could stop it. Just by picking it up.

My hands hurt from clenching the ropes around my waist so tightly, trying to keep from reaching out for the mask. It's a simple one, yet there is a certain fit to it. White, with bloody stripes across the face. It seems so inevitable... And that woman. She's always around, staring at me with that cruel smile. I know she knows what I'm thinking. And she knows that I know what will happen if I put that mask on. I think that's why she hasn't hurt me in a while. Cruel, beyond any of the others. Even Hypnos.

He hasn't been around much, either. Most of his goons have been replaced by others that I don't recognize. What a pity, actually, as i was starting to almost get acquainted with a few of them. One especially. We could have been friends in another life. He was an airport security officer before he picked up his mask. He lost his father also, and spent much of his younger life searching for him. I never got the chance to ask him how his story ended. He wasn't much older than me, either. Reminded me of my brother actually, in a weird way. After my father disappeared. My brother did the same thing, shortly after. It drove him insane, because they were so close. Sigh.

It's times like this, I miss them the most. I was showed a newspaper article the other day, as a means to break me. Right after it, they laid the mask in reach. It was an article..About my mother's death. Part of me refuses to believe it, because I'm supposed to be dead too. It says she died in a car accident. I just don't know what to believe anymore...

Come

12:34AM.
The Church That Has No Faces.
We Know.

It is not yet too late. Come.

Hey...it’s me, Hawk here...

I’m alive, and well, hurt. Some of these guys, they aren’t so nice.

Especially that woman. Her nails are like needles. Something not natural about her either, her movement, that chilling smile that almost never leaves her face. They way it starts to hurt if you look right at her for too long.

Ugh.

I’ve been stuffed in a sack, tied to a post in the ground, collared like a dog, almost set on fire and now I’m chained up to a bed in a rather nice motel. You can stop your clicking, woman, I’m not going to give a name. Not that it matters, you’d just delete it and hit m—OW. Glass bottle to the shoulder.

What’s funny, is they fight like...Well, I’m a Lord of the Rings fan, so, I offer up the example of the orcs in RotK. These guys fight like that. Two conflicting interests, Hypnos and...HER. The woman who refuses to give her name. Says that if she wants to talk to me or anyone else, she’ll do it and you’re not to talk back. Heh. Not much of a team play---OW. Rapped my knuckles.

Fuck. I’m so tired.

Hypnos oddly decided to allow me to let you, particularly you Eternity, and Skan, know that I’m okay. SHE didn’t like it, but agreed once Hypnos said he’d edit my writing for potential slips or codes or whatever.

I’m too tired and sore and scared to try to code shit. I’m just glad for the opportunity to be able to post.

Don’t give up, guys. I know you’re after me, that much I’ve been told repeatedly in varying degrees of niceness.(Read-Usually followed by hitting, cutting, stomping, and me being forced to listen to one or more of them  rail about futility.) It only hurts when they talk about hurting you.

They try to convince me, Hypnos in particular, that the pain will go away if I just...take up the mask. That’s what the mask in the box is about, guys. If I pick it up, I can save so many of you...No. No I won’t, I won’t I wo---

Hawk has, tEmporariLy vacated his consciousness. It has been happening more and more of LatE. pooR little boy, So Timid, so weak. Run along now, wE arE Taking fine care of him. 

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