Plans Foiled

I almost let the voices take over again. No- I'm lying to myself. I did let them take over again. But it didn't matter anyways. He won out anyways. You might be wondering how I can remember this. The voices in my head had, for some reason, forced me to think this same conversation over. And over. And over again. They're forcing me to replay the events that happened afterwards- the shame and the humiliation. And I think the only thing I can do about it is talk about it to whoever reads this.

I was so close. So fucking close. I got past the guards. I stayed out of sight. I had the trap perfectly set for him to meet a somewhat fatal demise.

It started in his Study. I was there. In the closet, garrotte and silenced pistol on hand in case They were unable to complete my goals. Then someone suddenly tried to break into my mind. My masters tried stopping the message, but it came out clearly.

"To you, the Grayskin in the wardrobe, this is Isaac O'Zalia. I am in need of assistance."

The first thought that came into my mind was that it may have been a joke on my masters' behalf. Of course, I hear voices from them all the time. No. It was different. The voice was clear and sharp, and it didn't have any hints of raspiness or scorn in it. I tried blocking it, and when that didn't work, some of the voices left my head to scream into his mind, to block him out. He seemed to be fighting them. It hurt to think. Then he spoke to me- me directly.

"Grayskin, if you can hear me, I am in need of assistance."

Son of a bitch, I thought. Leave me alone.

"Why?"

I flipped my shit as silently as I could at that, then calmly, still keeping an eye on my target, said, None of your damn business. I'll get to you when I'm done.

"I can read your mind, you know. I know what you're planning on doing."

Yeah? So? They ruined my life.

"Murdering people with less power than you. That is not chivalrous."

Chivalrous?! They wouldn't even give me mercy...

"Because they didn't know what was in your head, Greyskin. They wouldn't know what was taking over you. And even if they did... they'd just experiment. Look inside your head, rip your brain out, scrape the fungus you call 'Master' out and try to weaponize it, for all I know."

Yes. For all you know.

"It's too late."

...what.

"I'm inside Doles' house right now."

...you wouldn't.

"Too late."

I remember Doles reacting to some unseen person. Then I heard the exact same voice say, "Stop," and I heard a gunshot. Then I heard Doles struggling. I heard the voice say "There's an assassin in the house. I need to take care of him." Then I saw the closet door flung open and an angry-looking, almost Sephiroth styled man staring me in the eye. Doles' mouth dropped and he pointed at me, backing slowly.

I tried to rush him.

But I couldn't even move.

I couldn't twitch, or walk, or even blink. It was like this O'Zalia person could stop my body with just a thought. So I sent a thought back at him. I tried willing myself to react to his blind spot, to become invisible in plain sight, but I couldn't. It was as if he didn't have one, as if he saw everything. So then I did the next best thing. I sent a loud thunderclap right into his head.

He flew backwards and I was once again chasing after Doles. "You son of a bitch! I'll get you for what you did to me!" I saw a large stone being chucked at me, so I ducked. Looking to my right, there was O'Zalia. His arms were firmly crossed.

"Stop it, Kord. Let it go."

So I did. I don't know what the Masters do to me when I black out, but sometimes I see people go completely senseless, black out, spout gibberish about shoggoths or the primordial plane. My Masters do enjoy their Lovecraft. They've told me a few times that it makes the less powerful humans go weak in the knees, and they get some strange kick out of it. But no... when I woke up from the endless plane of grey they send my consciousness to, Isaac was there. So was some other guy. I forget what he looks like, so I'm not even going to give a crap about describing him.

I was tied up.

"Are you going to behave now?"

I was about to

Scouting Officer Doles, Part 2

All right.

I have everything set up.

I know the time he sets dinner.

I know the time he files his reports to the station.

I know the exact time I have.

4:12 PM - 4:19 PM

I think I found the place I could hide.

There is a wardrobe. It's unused, and he only uses it for the bottom shelves, where he stores police records.

Those may also be useful...

well... wish me luck...