It just keeps going.

Since my post from yesterday I have had this ticking in my head like the Conductor is right behind me, with all his clockwork innards going away. Kat's noticed that when i'm forced to sit still for a while I start fidgeting, and can't relax, it's at these moments the ticking's loudest, I have to move, have to move from the noise, it's the only time it stops. The ticker followed me home from the Clock tower, he's just sat in the corner playing with gears and cogs, he disappears for a few minutes when he runs out, but he always comes back. I also realised I didn't give a decent enough description of the ticking man, wasn't really the pressing thought I had at that time, so here are the basic details;

He has a jacket that changes colour, it went through loads when I saw him, but it settled mainly on half black half white. I guess that is to symbolise the night and day, why else would it be half and half. On this jacket there are many cogs and gears all interlinked to form a pattern I couldn't quite discern, because I think that was shifting aswell. His eyes look normal until you look closely, where you see the cogs in his pupils moving, I believe part of his inner physiology is comprised of clockwork, but he does definatly have not clockwork parts, as his movements did not appear to be jerky and automatic. His shows are hard to place, they look like the leather shoes you'd expect to see people in old london would wear, soft leather that had strings for laces, not completely out of place anywhere. His trousers also followed the same pattern as his jacket, with only his tie remaining a constant shade of red. His hat appeared to have goggles on them, possibly to aid his or increase the dread his victims feel. last part is his hat, again it's red like a bloody sunrise on which his goggles are bound. Over all he seems very unsettling, despite the fact he has a flambouant air for a fear, but he still maintains the malevolence that you usually associate one with.

This is all the information I can gather, the scientist in me, still want to document, but the ticking is getting louder, must talk to the ticker, must find out what it is.


Why doesn't he talk he just winds up the little golden apparatus he made me once and let it play, the ticking stopped, I listened to the music and I wasn't angry anymore. This is when he said;

?: Hello Manic sorry, Mr Tick doesn't play well with others, people who encounter him always here the ticking, it's how he gets them. Some are driven so mad they kill themselves to stop the ticking, some just run until their heart gives out. Some seek out Mr tick, and become tickers like me, or tockers like Jenny was.
M: Jenny was your tocker was she?
*HE nods*
M: What's your name?
?: Mr Tick says my name is Eoin, but I don't remember my parents, I remember waking up here knowing how to do all these things, and Mr Tick gave me to Jenny, she treated me nice, like imagine a mum does, but she died because one of the dead faces went insane and killed her. That's when he moved me to watch you, you were suppose to be a new target.
M: What's a dead face?
E: Someone Mr Tick, has told us to kill, Someone who's time has run out.
M: Was I dead face?
E: Yes. But Mr Tick, said to leave you alone, that there were other plans for you, so I did.
M: What are the clocks and watches in the tower for Eoin?
E: They are the time wasters, with Mr Tick, if you do nothing and don't seize an opportunity you forfeit another moment because of the waste, which ends up at the clock tower.

*The music stopped playing and the ticking came again, Eoin waved at me goodbye and went back to playing with his gears and cogs*

Damn ticking, always going on in my head, my head, my sanctuary since Sane died.

Must work, must do something, not nothing, can't sleep, or the Ticking will get me.

Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive,

-Manic Muse , tick,tick,tick, tick

Tick,tock,Tick, tock, Tick.....

Failed, I failed again, I had that feeling of Deja vu I get when someones coming to tell me I fucked something up again. I wasn't disappointed, I turned around to find myself face to face with someone, or something, because like with many of these things it looked and talked human, but something was off. When ever he stood still or was sitting there was always motion in him. He was tapping his finger against his leg in a pattern:

?: How many times will you destroy a time line before you get the idea that it's not a good idea to do what you're doing, and to think it would go unnoticed by everyone.
M: Have the Fears themselves given up on berating me, am I just being given one umbrella from a proxy now?
?: Proxy? No I am not a proxy, I am a fear, even though I don't flaunt my existence and stomp like my family .M: A fear? Of what?
?: Well I guess divulging the information to you is not too much to ask, especially since I'm surprised you got this far. I have had a few names from the people I chase, I've been called, the Clockwork man, the Conductor, the everlasting beat, or I assume will be your favorite, the Ticking Man. I Muse, am the fear of having wasted time, especially the past. And you've pissed away time.
M: Hmmm, well, I'm surprised I don't know about you how do I know you're a fear or just some guy that's trying to use me?
TM: Well if I wasn't a fear could I do this?
M: Do what?

* He gestured to my window, I saw a bird hung in the air mid flap*
M: Well, that's abit conclusive, anymore proof.
TM: *Exasperated came towards me, a growing tick came with him* Well, take a look here.

* He had little clockwork gears in his eyes, and I heard the ticking coming from inside him*
M: So I'm guessing you came to kill for fucking with your timelines to much?
TM: Yes I thought you would assume that, but I'd think that'd upset one of my tickers very much, you have met him and he grew quite fond of you. But just killing you won't fix any of the timelines, and neither will let you live, but leaving you alive may keep this one going for as long as it should. Since you can try and stop any approaching war. And hopefully you'll listen to me, my brothers have already had enough of you and want me to sort it out.
M: But what should I do, I always fuck them up, what do I do?
TM: I know what you should do, but you have to make the choices, but I have to send you back at some point, you facilitate yourself to this point, so I will do it when I deem you ready.
M: What if I need to contact you?
TM: I can show you my domain, but I don't want you dropping in all the time, you humans are incredibly needy creatures.
*He took a few cogs from the lapel of his jacket and orientated them in some way, he left them and they turned in the air, a gap opened like a second hand moving round a clock face, so a circle leading in was left in the air*
TM: Here is my domain, whatever you do I ask you not to touch the liquid that surrounds the tower.

* I saw a tower filled with clocks, covered in fear letters, I guess it was the clock of peoples lives because I almost knocked one on the ground and he flipped, almost threw me out the window. I also saw Mini noname, playing with something, but where I expected to see no face I saw, a beaming child handing out a small object to me. It was a scale model of Slendy doing an irish jig then falling over, and picking himself up again.*

M: I guess that's the person that helped me.
TM: Yes that's one of my tickers, they track people whom they believe to have regret in their past, and if they think they have wasted time. His complementary tocker was killed a few months ago, so I let him sit here and play.
M: What are tockers?
TM: They are my proxies who actually do the killing, for every tick there's a tock. Tockers either bring them to me or kill them, trackers usual don't need to.
Here we are at the top, what do you see?
M: I don't know a big ocean of nothing.
TM: It's a river of time, those are memories and time wasted, people waste time everyday, it all ends up here.

But now you know as much as you need to know, so I will ask you to leave and with a check of his watch pushed me back into my room, on to my bed.

What the Fuck Just Happened?

-Manic

Manic's back?

Well I think he is.

He seems to be different, the doctor seems to have taken something out of him, put something inside him, it's changed him. He is so... less? Just sits in his chair and stares over his fingers at the wall, doesn't even look at me anymore, just stares through me, like there is something beyond, like there is something there only he can see. I tried getting him to answer me, Tom, Aoife, even told him that Grey was dead he just stares.

But we will get to that eventually, but I'll tell you the little that led to this; Manic appeared out of the toilet yesterday as if nothing had actually happened , just bumped into me, and looked confuse, he said one thing I don't know what it means he just said it. "Death is how it ends, how we win, by the end of us. But there's a chance that something is different I know it. or at least I did" he didn't look at me when he said this, more like he was talking to himself. He is just weird, I mean weirder than usual, it's like he's forgotten about Patrick, I can accept it he has just spent three days in the Doctors area, he was always the Fear he was weary of the most, I can't imagine how it was for him. But he needs to sharpen up, he promised to me he would save Patrick, and  I would have thought that takes priority, especially as it's me. Though it seems Grey and his new fascination with the wall takes precedent, I have just about had enough with Manic, if he won't do what he promised he will I'll do it myself, he better not think I'd not give him up for Patrick, he's the only one I would.

Yeah that's about it bye

The girls

They look like they are recovering from a terrible hangover, Kat looks really down and restless, Manic is still missing so she is worried about that. Aoife has become really withdrawn into herself, I don't know why? Maybe it's the stuff those oath breakers gave her, she still has stitches from where she stabbed herself, I try to get her to respond to me but she just looks at me sort of empty and mumbles when I ask her questions, I can barely get her to eat and sleep, I'm worrying about her, and it's all Manic's fault for pissing off fears and experimenting, killing all those proxies. I can't take what he's done to us. I just can't.

Hehehe, they're gone now.

I got the oathbreakers, all of them.
Even with my one leg they all went down, one right after I typed up; it was the counselor, sitting all smug like he had done a good job, so naive. It vanished soon after the syringe went in his throat, along with the copious  amount of air, they really guard the dangerous implements from those they are trying to turn into murderers. But I guess it's over now, they almost did to me what they did Manic, but I stayed by his bed with a scalpel looking like the maniac I was suppose to portray, it was the doctor that tucked me in that fell next. He handled me like a glass figurine, like I would crack at the slightest disturbance, too bad they missed the crack they had prised open themselves. He's probably still in the cupboard with that stephascope lodged down his wind pipe, I listened as he choked and tried to pull it out and his heart pounded like a trapped birds bounding off the sides of a glass box, stupid like it's owner.

Two doctors left, the top two, the lead oath breakers of this thing. They died last I wheeled my way along the night corridors the sound of my wheels rasping against the plastic floor, the click as the clocks moved, the tapping that followed me, guess I put it down to my insanity. I went past Aoife, she was asleep I went in, stroked her face, and thought of the stuff I had done, stuff Manic would have done, I'm as bad as him, but that tapping again, I snapped back to the job I had to do. I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead, then left the room, along the corridors lit by a single lane of lights. I saw Kat, looking better than I expected; Manic, laying with a bandage around his head, looking blankly out the window, something tugged at the back of my mind to kill him aswell, the reason for all the trouble. Then I remembered who put us here, the oath breakers, their voices filling my ears until I realised that was their actual voices I rolled slightly onto the corner until I saw them and then rolled back until I could only hear them.

Top Doc: What happened with subject and Charlie?
Little piggy: We don't know, Roger is checking the subject is falling asleep properly, so we can check with him how the subject is responding..
TD: I don't care what Roger is doing he is currently dead by the subject! What happened with Charlie Dominic?!
LP: Well, a guess I think we didn't take into account the number of times the target saved the subjects life, and so the subject's sense of 'justice' kicked in. Also, if he has discovered we were who we really are he could have hostile leanings to us, as we put his female companion in danger.
TD: By the plague docs saggy left..... Why did you not account for this, it was a simple enough task?!
LP: I'm sorry Richard, this is not my fault, this is not an easy process, and the psychological elements were your department. That means it's because of you Charlie is dead.
TD: YOU INSUBORDINATE....
LP: Now, now, we wouldn't want our master to know that you have caused two of your companions death's, so maybe you should walk it off and check on Roger, hmmm?

The footsteps stormed away, he seemed to ignore me, I guessed he was too angry to notice. The other doc was whistling now, I wheeled quietly behind him as he sauntered away. I took the scalpel from the fold of my shirt and when I was in range I severed the ligaments connected to the back of is knees, my did he scream, he pleaded for his life said he'd let us go free, but they lie, he was dead before I put the blade went fully into his scalpel, I saw now as the perfect time to play with the last one, I wheeled into the blood pooling, and wheeled away, it led to Manic room I took Manics knife, it is never far from him, in fact it was on one of the doctors. I heard the running footsteps come to a stop and as I hid in the corner he walked in I opened an entrance to the path, it felt like some of my life left me. The doctor turned to face me and ran like a cornered animal, I twisted out of the way and he tripped over my front leg but grabbed my remaining shoe, as those shadow things Manic talks about came I was slowly pulled in, then the tapping again, the doctor looked hopeful, the cane came down on his hands and they curled and a finger fell off, and he was pulled in, the doctor closed the path, leaving what look like a hand still twitching in place like on the other end the person was in agony.

The doctor turned to me and I heard Manic mumble and Aoife stumbled in onto my lap and curled up, Kat limped in and found Manic and curled into a hollow his body left. The doctor continued to walk to Manic and placed his hand on Manic's shoulder, he tried to shrug it off, the doctor tapped his cane three times the hospital decayed, only word for it. like a human body boils and pustules formed, what looked like blood mixed with some yellow semi liquid oozed from the walls.


We woke up in our house, now repaired, but Manic is still missing.


Oh and Kat is pissed

I couldn't do it

Kill him that is.


I.....I'm weak, I saw him there I was ready to killl him but.... I might aswell tell you.


I went in last night ready to act, there were few medical staff about to stop me, so would probably put it down to a machine failure, or electrical, Manic would die and I'd be free. So I went into his room to act, the green glow the monitor gave off put his face in a weird perspective, and the breathing thing wheezed, inflating and deflating his lungs, giving him air to live. I turned off the lung but the monitor still showed Manic's heartbeat steady, steadier than mine, them I took the pillow, I saw his chest going up and down, how, how could he have been breathing if he was brain dead, nothing should be working. I positioned myself as best I could near his head and was about to press down, when.

I felt a hand squeeze around my wrist, I barely stopped myself screaming, I looked at Manic's face, it was.. aware, full of that fierce intelligence, he put his finger to his lips. I couldn't have made a sound if I wanted to I was too confused and petrified about what he might do. He just tried to speak but he obviously lost his voice from lack of use, he signaled to a piece of paper and pen by his bed. He tried writing with more success, but it still looked like a child wrote the letters. Initially he drew what looked like a worm wrapped around a stick,  I tried to show I didn't understand so he tried to write a word it looked like 'oatabtearer', I still looked at him in confusion so he tried to speak again. one letter at a time.

O, he rasped, A, there were voices somewhere, T, H, he shuddered a little, B, there were now hurried footsteps that sounded far off, R, E, they were getting closer, A,K, The voices sounded worried and Frantic, Manic kept his steady stare, E, R. He then slumped back on his bed as the door burst open, I hid the paper, I don't know why and just stared into space. The doctors hurried around injecting him with stuff, turning the machine back on. I can't believe I failed, I let my memories get the best of me.

When I saw his face all the times he'd saved me came back, all the wounds he's treated, the nights he's stayed up and kept watch on me the frost as he looked at me through a snowstorm, and a kid hid behind a door, in a cell made for the damned. I couldn't do it, But I must do better, because there is one more thing he has to do to save my life.




Die.

To kill a Muse

It would be so simple on simple act, and he'd be gone, He wouldn't be able to hurt us anymore. I would be safe, Aoife would be safe again, since he came back he has caused nothing but trouble since. Would it even be murder? He isn't even awake, they say he is technically brain dead and they offered me the option of turning off the life support, would I even need to have them present, I would need to make sure he was dead if the machines were on then I couldn't smother him, and a knife to the heart or throat would be too conspicuous, if I turn off the machines he should die, then I could make sure with his pillow then, finally I would be free, alive, ME.

I'll do it tomorrow, he can die then, I'll sleep on it if I still think it's a good idea then I'll do it, I can't have Aoife in danger I just can't and with him alive that will never be possible.

Ow, Am I the only one awake?

I woke up and found Kat, Aoife and Manic out or, for lack of a better word, insane, too bad Manic isn't awake I was hoping he could fix my leg but the doctors say it was too late to try and reattach the leg, especially given the state it was found,so I am now disabled. Why is it that whenever I try to help Manic I come off the worse, this is the worst, I've lost a fucking appendage, I have suffered so much for Manic, I may leave before he wakes up, but I have to wake for Aoife I can't leave her with Manic, he can't help her anymore. She's better than when he first fixed her, but he will just ruin that I can't allow him to do that to her.

I have a councilor from the hospital, probably over my leg for them to make sure I don't suffer from the thing Aoife has, and won't recede into myself. He tries to make me see that it isn't anyone's fault, but I know, I know that it was Grey who tore my leg off, it was Grey who battered Kat, it was Grey who made Aoife lose it. And.... it was Manic that brought him into the house, it was Manic who didn't kill him when he said he would, it was Manic who didn't cure the bastard before hand.

I guess Manic did after all though, I can't find Grey anywhere in the hospital, and none of the staff knew about him, Manic did something right for once. I looked through this blog to check if the others had woken up, or if Aoife posted before she went. But I just saw Manic's post before the event.

I am tired of writing now, all the talking and pain killers has meant that I don't stay awakefor long, but the same thought goes through my head, Manic's fault, Manic's fault, Manic's fault, Manic's fault, Manic's fault, Manic's fault, Manic's......

*Cough Cough*

Ow, everything hurts, Grey jumping up and down on me rightly fucked me up, doctors say I have a broken clavical, or lay man terms collar bone, so I'm typing this one handed as if I move my other arm well I just descend into agony.

But... that isn't important right now, I woke up rough 2 or 3 days ago and from reading the blog just now it would have been straight after Aoife.... went. She's still alive but the 'doctors' say she is suffering from Post Traumatic Stress, but I think we can all doubt that. I went sneaking about after they confirmed I was 'fit', and came upon a pair of them talking.

D1: How are the patients?
D2: Well the girl that came in is currently under the influence of TX7, so aslong as we maintain a reasonable dose we should be fine.
D1: The Muse?
D2: He succumbed to the effects of the solution easily and is showing all the outward signs of PVS.
D1: Good, what are we doing about the other girl and boy?
D2: I believe the girl will have to be sedated I doubt she'd be suitable for our procedure, she has too close of a emotional connection with the target to make it viable.
D1: So we are assuming the boy is the candidate we will use?
D2: Almost certainly, he has reason to distrust and hate the target, this means we can mold him if needs be to our purpose.
D1: Then we'll proceed to phase two, go check the girl maybe we can plant a seed before we sedate her as a backup, but if not sedate her, now.
D2: As you wish.

I played along with their game, but if they are following this they will know and my time left awake is short.

It's  up to Tom now, I hope he can do it.

Really? I'm not awake yet

This must mean Grey killed me, or injured me so badly that I'm unconscious so unable to heal myself, or worse still a fear has me, but then they wouldn't want me unconscious they would want to gloat because they got one over on me.

But in case of the event it is a fear I will post here some of the theoretical weapons against some of the fears, the main one I assume would do it is the Plague Doctor, if it is Slendy then I have shown some of my experiments against him so hopefully you would be able to use them.

Plague doctor: PRE 12, Main weapon being disease but seems to posses the powers other fears do, such as super natural strength and speed. Now as I once pointed out one of my theories was to use a pair of marigolds and bleach. H2O2, hydrogen Peroxide, most commonly known as bleach, as you are aware the simplest peroxide, and a strong oxidiser, meaning it affects the cell membrane of cells inherently killing the cell, it can even cause internal bleeding in Humans when a large enough quantity is inhaled.

Also considering the medieval appearance would suggest you could wear a gas mask to 'clean' the air and mask horrible odours. Again perception, thought I'd forgotten about that didn't you, such as fire it kills most pathogenic bacteria and viruses, denaturing and killing them. So molotovs and  gas masks should defeat it and a pair of rubber gloves, now won't that look dystopian. :), his cane is also an integral part of his appearance, so maybe if you part him from that you could impede him in someway.

Dying Man: PRE 15,  Infects individual who kills a host body, method of which is unknown, it is also unusual amoungst his siblings, as he doesn't have supreme strength, his form of contagion and and killing is to posses the body of another and slowly causing the body to decay, and when it attacks if you kill the body he is inhabiting, then you become a version of the dying man, and continuing the infection.

However this fragmented nature of himself causes him to be weak so perhaps merely wearing a bio hazard suit, or if you're budget doesn't allow that a gas mask a wet suit and rubber gloves. Fire and extreme temperatures should increase the rate of decomposition, and increasing the amount of oxygen in the air, inadvertently this may cause an explosion, so this is inadvisable.

Wooden Girl: PRE 05, a wooden fear, sometimes said to be quite a beautiful girl inside a wooden shell, this is still important, since again fire could be another weapon against a fear, maybe a pair of scissors or a saw could be used but you would have to get close to use these two, so these are inadvisable as the probability of you becoming one of her, ummmmm, concubines is high.

Maybe logic is the best weapon here, most marionettes usually have masters pulling their strings, so insinuating that she is merely a toy for some greater beings bidding may incite a reaction you could manipulate, perhaps even insinuating that the higher being is Archy or the Blind Man. She would do the puppet thing where they maintain they are a to paraphrase 'a real boy', this will cause her to foget to try to bind you, even come close enough for you to strike against the wooden nympho.

Grand Father: PRE 04, this is more for the sake of covering all bases, he could try and maintain me for 'my own good', but you could possibly try to break any of his appendages, his old age coupled with perception should prove a form of weapon, but he's clever, he's a very clever fear, probably the most.

But I doubt he'd maintain me against my will.

Archangel: PRE 03, He is a weird one, he chooses to mess with the great game just for fun, and he has two juxtaposing names, his main name is the Archangel, but he also is called Azreal, a demon, so perception induced by religious icons or demonic rituals would induce no effect upon him.

But if he has got me he would probably manipulate me to mess with the great game, and if he doesn't, well...........let me die, there's no use trying to risk your life trying to save me from him.

These are the few fears I believe who would keep me against my will, either for my own (seeming) safety, or try to kill me, I believe Slendy would be too wary, and if one of these fears are already monitoring me then I believe I should be safe from him.

However you may be wondering why I'm telling you this, well isn't it obvious, Find me, fight the fear, the notes should help, and wake me the fuck up I need to keep fighting.

For all of you, try to avoid what I do,

Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive

WAIT! Manic's not responding

Manic seems to have fallen back under but his eyes are still open, and he blinks, but apart from that he seems to be brain dead. The doctors say it's a type of persistent vegetative state, and may be a reaction to the blow on the head, so his moment of apparent lucidity was a one off, the thing is they say Kat is healing fine, but she still looks as terrible as when she came in, she still looks like she's at death's door not on the road to recovery. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, after all this time Manic's paranoia must have rubbed off on me, but he was never paranoid without good cause. I mean he didn't trust that Paul's guys friend/brother Ryan (Yeah that's right I've been reading, what else is there to do in this dire place), he helped him realise the reality of his family, Manic was wary of his brother because he knew what he was capable of. So maybe I'm not being paranoid, maybe my gut is just trying to tell me something, I'm just going to check something.


Just checked in the morgue area for Grey, they didn't even have any bodies and I went to speak to the people at reception and asked about the man in Grey's room they said the room had been empty for a week, weirdly. Curious firstly Grey disappears without a trace, and Manic has regressed in to a potato, Kat still hasn't got any color back, and Tom, well, Tom looks closer to death than ever, yet they still say that they should be getting better. I think we have a mystery on our hands gang, I'll go this way and you lot go that way. God, I must be tired I'm quoting a cartoon jock, Slender Man take me now, KIDDING! kidding, I have too much to live for, I'm too young, I must say this coffee that the doctors are giving me is really something I must find out what brand they buy, hmmm, my head feels fuzzy.

This doctor man is very helpful, but he's quite tall and he's dress really funny, sorry Mr Doctor man, I have to go find clues, to my mystery machine, I want a sandwich, a big one, with blackjack and hookers, and... and , and more blackjack. Ooppsy Oh no someone spilt red paint, thats' not nice, Oh I got loads of it on my dress, MY DOctor MAn someone Spilt Red paint someone should clean it up. No I don't need a coat Mr Doctor Man I'm not cold

They're still out

The doctors say that they should make a full recovery, but they think Manic may have some problems because of the head trauma, and Tom may have some mental problems when he wakes up and realises his leg is missing. I fell asleep and dreamed of the event I woke up and saw that the doctors were restraining me, they said I had been screaming and thrashing, so they were going to restrain me and do a few tests, but they've just attributed it to post traumatic stress, they said that I may want to keep a more regular sleep pattern as I hadn't slept since the night before the event. I went to Grey's room to check on him, as a ending to see if he died due to what Manic gave him. I went into the room he was suppose to be in but no one was there, I asked the nurse who was in the room, she said with a grave face that he had gone on, so I guess that's the end of that story.

Wait ... Manic just woke up... he's motioning at the computer and pulling me away.

My head really hurts I feel like I've been hit by big elephants, but I guess I am alive it's alright, I read above GRey dead I feel bad I couldn't save him. I don't feel safe here, I just have a feeling, I'll leave Aoife to finish off, Mother of Lydon my head.

Well K, they're not all still out, but Kat and Tom still are, I just thought I'd write this to keep you all informed, though I don't see why this small crew would even care.

-Aoife

After report

He...Hey, this is Aoife, because, well I'm the only one awake, the only one completely safe, not in some form of critical condition. Kat, she has sever blood loss, internal as well, and a lot of broken bones, Manic, he's got so many cuts and bruises, he doesn't have internal bleeding but the doctors believe he has some for of head injury. Tom..... Oh god Tom, he lost his leg has had his gut torn open, he is hooked up to more machines than I've ever seen attached to one person. Grey well..... we'll get to that.

I'll tell you what happened and why I'm in a state to write this, we transferred Grey to a cage Tom made shortly after Manic posted, at 10 O'clock Grey turned and we watched as he writhed and contorted into the shape of a large wolf not as large as the one Manic saw but still large enough for us to be wary, Manic deemed the mixture ready for use about 11 O'clock. At 11:30 we applied it, at 11:45 Grey broke free from the cage, I'm not even sure how it happened, one moment he was in the cage the next he wasn't and the door was off it's hinges, Manic, Kat and Tom all took up positions like they were ready to fight, Grey's muscles twitched and he bound towards Tom, I still see the look on his face as the wolf went for his throat, then Manic tackled the wolf in mid air and started to wrestle it, the wolf slashing at him with it's claws and biting with it's teeth, Kat went to his aid taking out a knife I recognised slightly, she placed it between the wolfs shoulder blades, and it reared up with a howl, almost standing up. Manic kicked it in the chest so it fell on it's back, forcing the knife in deeper, he grabbed a large thick belt that was lying about the place, and forced the beast head down to its chest whilst also using his knees to pin the legs up to the same area. He somehow got the belt wrapped around the legs, back and snout, so it couldn't move about with it's front end, he leapt up and the wolf tried to worm out of the binding, Manic grabbed another belt and wound it around the same area. He got Kat and Tom to help him lift up the wolf and move it to the cave and close it again but I heard a muffled crack as the leather straps broke and I heard Kat scream as she hit the wall and the wolf landed on top of her she screamed as I saw the claws come out, the wolf didn't seem to want to use them since it just kept jumping up and down on her until she ended up just crying, just crying, My, she was begging for help, I couldn't.... I can't.....



Sorry, I... I just came back the memories came back, the doctors say it's shock, I just think I'm actually just too weak to do anything, I saw Tom and Manic hurriedly talking about something, Tom looked grim and then violently nodding, Manic looked at me and mouthed 'good luck, I'm sorry'. Tom attacked the Wolf but the wolf was ready this time and whilst it moved a foot it was on Tom and left Kat unconscious, I thought she was dead I saw her eyes shut and blood coming out the corner of her mouth. Tom shouted to me, "Run, Hide. The cage, hide in the cage in case we fail". I went to the cage and bolted the door but not locking it, the wolf shouldn't be able to use the bolt, I saw Tom as he was battered by the wolf, I saw as his leg was bitten and torn off he was jumped on clawed I thought he was going to die, he still might, the wolf appeared to get bored with Tom and looked like it was about to bite out his throat. Manic bound down the stairs, and rugby tackled the wolf off of Tom, I was so happy, Manic stuck another syringe in the wolf and it seemed to gasp, and twitched again like it was convulsing, Manic got up and stumbled over to the cage, but when he put his hand on the bolt the wolf seemed to get up , and was trembling alot but seemed intent on killing Manic. He used the knife I saw Kat holding, and wedged it so I couldn't open it.


I tried to open the bolt, tried to take out the knife but I just saw Manic wrestle the Wolf as it tried to throw off Manic, until it got to the stairs and I saw Manic hit his head on the bottom step, hence the head injury, I saw his grip slip and the wolf stand up, again I thought he was dea....d. The wolf ambled over to me in the cage and I thought it was going to tear open the door, but as it raised it's claw, it slumped to the ground, and let out a breath. I didn't get out of the cage until 3 in the morning, where I guess the door had been put on badly I found them and called the Ambulance, and told them it was an emergency, I still haven't seen grey he could be dead for all I care. My god, these lot look terrible, I really hope they don't die, please don't Die Tom.

-Aoife