Fugitive

I am a refugee now. I must be constantly on the move. I know what they will try and I can avoid it, but if I linger in one place too long they WILL find me.

I can also see an impossible canine whom she will use to seek me in the months to come.

I can no longer update this blog, or they WILL discover my location. Being otherworldly beings they have unfathomable methods of travel and could be on top of me in seconds.

I'm only taking the time to post this knowing she is still repairing herself with the leftover parts in my father's shop.

I know what is to come, how things must be. And what her next plans are. Until then, farewell, dear readers.

Oh, how nice it is to be free again. This body is so very useful.

What Happened Today

Today I didn't think I was safe anymore, so I decided to go on the move. I grabbed the knife (I had cleaned it after my injury, of course) and tucked it into my belt. Just in case.

Soon I stood before the fridge, contemplating taking some food with me, since I didn't know when my next meal might come. But then I realized I didn't know how old a lot of the food was, and last night my stomach had felt queasy, giving me a fitful night with little sleep.

I did, however, pack my backpack full of clothes. Then I went back to my dad's doll-repair shop, where I had hidden the eye.

I hid it there, because I knew the Witch may have been reading this blog, and she would never expect me to be so "foolish" as to hide it in such an obvious place.

It turns out that it was a good idea, since it was still there when I arrived.

I ducked under the "do not cross" tape the police had put up. I wasn't sure why it was still there. I thought they'd have cleared up the crime scene by now. It's been awhile.

I stepped through the doorway and into the store. Near the shelves, some still standing after the fight, lay the body. It looked horrible. I turned away and pushed the image from my mind so I wouldn't throw up again.

I made my way to the workroom behind the counter, where there were many damaged and half-finished dolls lying willy nilly all over the place.

I dug behind a heap of the dolls and found a head with no body, in which I had hidden the eye. TO get it in there in the first place, I had to partially tear the face open.

I reached my hand in and pulled out the eye, making sure it was safe.

I was pocketing it and getting ready to put the doll head down when its single eye (the other had fallen out when I tore open the face) turned to look at me and it moved like it was trying to bite me.

I threw it down and ran out to the main area of the store.

There she stood, her lackeys in tow. That POS Percy and his friend the Skin-Taker, along with Horace Horrible and the Laughingstock.

"You really think I would just leave you alone after all you've seen? And even knowing I probably read your pitiful blog and knew about the Eye? I had Horace here keep an eye on you until we could follow you to its location. I can sense its power even now. It's most certainly the Eye of Fate. One of the fabled 2538 objects of old."

"What are you talking about?" I sputtered.

"It is said that when these objects are brought together (and they almost inevitably will be) the End will come. But with this Eye in my possession, I will not only control my puppets, willing and otherwise, but also Fate itself. I can avert the End and use my army to claim this whole pathetic world as my domain. And once again become your Queen."

She looked wistfully into the distance. "Of course the Others won't be happy about that." Then she added, as though a curse, "The Quiet claim them."

She turned her gaze back onto me.

"Now, then, Evan, give me the Eye and die a painless death, or suffer the cruelest tortures at the hands of the Skin-Taker and my beloved Horace and die a lasting, agonizing death knowing that I will acquire it anyway."

I stood there with a blank face, silent. I wasn't sure what to do.

Acting on impulse, I grabbed my knife and held it threateningly toward the demon woman and her spawn.

Then a police officer burst through the door, aiming his gun right at me.

"Put the weapon down, son, or I'll be forced to shoot."

I turned to him, confused. "But don't you see her? She's right there! She's going to kill me!"

"Of course I see her. You two had a deal. You backed out of it." He turned to the Witch. "And you. You promised not to take what's mine."

Trembling, I felt my instincts take over. I ripped off the bandages from my right eye and slid the glowing orb from my pocket. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself placing it into the empty and unhealed socket. It was a snug fit.

Blue. Light. Intense.

Slowly my awareness swam back to the situation at hand.

My injury seemed to immediately heal. And I could see everything. Past. Present. Future. It was mine to know, and mine to control. It no longer held sway over me.

"No! You insolent brat!"

The policeman still had the barrel of the firearm trained on me, but he seemed a bit more uneasy.

That's when all the dolls in the shop started moving.

All those that were in a completed condition on the still-intact shelves stood up and climbed down to the floor, creating a formation as though they were going to battle.

The other dolls beneath the smashed casings and shelves, whole or broken, missing half their bodies, or even mangled--it didn't matter their condition--they, too, joined the march. Right toward me.

Even though I controlled Fate, I could still be overcome if I failed to act.

I retreated to the workroom and shut and locked the door. The army of dolls beat on the door. I heard some cracks as they slowly began breaking through. I think I heard some of them slamming into the door at high velocities.

Knowing that she would utilize the dolls in there with me, I began smashing them to pieces. If they were broken enough they would either be unusable or she wouldn't bother.

Of course, plastic is hard to break, so I used the hunting knife to slice through those pieces.

I stomped, I twisted, I smashed. Soon I had dismantled any further convenient weapons. But the dolls on the other side kept coming, kept battering down the door. They weren't human, and neither was she. They could be as patient as necessary.

With my new powers, I also saw the policeman for what he was. He was Death incarnate, taker of souls. I knew also why the place hadn't been touched since the investigation began: he had taken the entire police force, one by one, and could now wear the faces of whomever he chose.

I also knew what he would try next, seeing as the Witch's tactics were currently ineffective.

He would try getting at me with guilt over everything I'd done. He clearly didn't get the memo (or read my blog).

My little brother appeared beside me, no older than he was when he died.

"Evan, why'd you let me die? Why'd you let the ride take me?"

I faced him, stoic. "I was unable to move, thanks to the Witch out there. I could do nothing."

His flesh then melted off, revealing the terrible sight I'd witnessed so long ago and worked so long to suppress. But I had prepared myself. I staved off my nausea.

Next was my mother, then father. They each accused me of letting them die. I told them they weren't real. And that I felt no guilt. I was incapable of it.


Soon Death resumed the form of the police officer from before.

He raised his gun and was about to shoot when the door broke open behind him and a flood of manufactured limbs and faces overwhelmed him. Though he was not human, like her, he was still in a physical form.

I took the opportunity to escape through the window.

As I ran, I looked back and saw a man in a gas mask pointing an old rifle at me, occasionally taking a wild shot as he ran after me.

I knew this was more or less his true form. In truth, he has no "true form" but seeing everything as I do, I knew this was for one reason or another (the motives of these entities escape me, even now) his favored appearance.

I also knew that he was trying to lead me into a trap, to corner me. I wasn't sure, and still am not, whether he was trying to help her obtain the Eye or was using her to gain it for himself.

Soon enough we arrived in an alleyway that ended in a high brick wall. The Witch was awaiting our arrival.

She tried to put her stinging whips into me again, to make me an unwilling slave. But I controlled Fate now. She could not gain power over me again, no matter how hard she tried.

I dove out of the way as a shot rang out and I looked up in time to see half of her face blown off by the ammunition meant for me.

I ran. I haven't stopped running. I will run for a long time.

My Eye

She came again today. I think she still wants to use me, though probably in a different capacity, since I am no longer a Willing Doll.

"I will give you one last chance, brat," she said. "Join me willingly or you will be my puppet."

"Really? After what you've done to my parents? After what you've done to ME!? You ruined my life!"

This was taking place in my bedroom, and I moved toward my nightstand, reaching toward the drawer where I had placed Stephen's hunting knife.

She drew closer, hands outstretched, taking on her motherly characteristics again.

"Honey, it's all right. Just come home and all will be forgiven."

That's when I struck.

I sliced at her fingers,which surprisingly came off with ease. I was hoping this would prevent her from controlling anyone.

I was wrong.

She morphed into her most hideous form agan as she began to inject her hooks beneath my skin. I slashed at the strings around her body. I felt myself start to come free.

She grunted and swung a wooden stump at my stomach. I reeled backward, dropping the knife. The Witch shot out some strings from her body and pulled the blade to her. She clutched it in her right hand, the one that was still whole.

The Witch shot the knife at me, and before I could move, it got me in the eye. The knife fell out of the socket, but what was left of my eye came with it. I clutched my socket in pain and slid to the floor whimpering.

With my good eye, I saw her standing over me, grinning at me with her broken, rotted, wooden teeth and chipped, almost pupil-less glass eyes.

"I guess I'll leave you to bleed to death. Pity. I had such high hopes for you." She cackled.

Then she left.

I've bandaged it the best I can. I don't want to go to a hospital; they'll never believe what happened.

It still hurts. I've taken some ibuprofen. I hope it doesn't get infected.

God, it hurts.

I Tried

Today I was idly rolling the false eye back and forth in my hands, thinking about recent events.

I thought about what I've done and how it's ruined my life. I want to die. Nothing will ever be the same.

I have no one to take care of me, no one to assuage my boredom.

And I still hate the Witch for what she's done to me.

Since Stephen cut the strings she hadn't returned. I wanted to find her, to confront her.

I thought of an idea and whispered aloud that I wished I could return to that city. Suddenly a door appeared in the room, like the ones she took me through before.

I placed the eye on my desk and walked toward the door, cautiously opening it to ensure it wasn't some trick on her part. No one was on the other side.

So I wandered inside, made my along the empty streets and eventually found what I was looking for: the building where that elevator was housed.

I went down. Without her aid, this time the sudden stop did cause me to reel forward. I was again in that weird, rundown lab-type place. I decided to wait for her there, since we had come here before and the Choir and worked with her at least once since.

Oh, yeah. One more thing: I brought a lighter and some kerosene I found in the garage.

I waited for several hours, but she finally showed up. With the school principal. I guess he was next in line for the position of General.

I hid around a corner and waited for her to walk by. As she did, I drenched her in kerosene and lit her up. She burned quickly, but showed no sign of pain. Instead, she just laughed, as she withered away to ashes.

The flames died down and there was silence. The principal opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he was cut off. His skin began to harden. His limbs shook. Horror clouded his eyes.

The distinct texture of wood burst from his flesh, replacing the skin that was now falling to the floor. Soon he had become her, the Witch, but in the form I originally saw her with. She laughed at me.

"I cannot die." She tried out her new body. "Even if you get rid of any of us, we will eventually return. There is no stopping us."

I turned and dashed toward the elevator. I looked back and I saw the body of the man from before just lying there. The two people in the other cell were dead also.

As I watched, they began to rise, not as a human rises, but as a marionette is pulled to a standing position. They turned their faces toward me, leering with the smiles of death. I ran.

I got on the elevator, but it began going down instead of up.

The doors opened and I could see every floor we passed. There was level upon level of those glass cells, all filled with people and the gray fungus.

The Choir was capturing countless innocents. But for what purpose? The Witch seemed to have control of at least some of them now. But she could do that anyway. Why was the Choir needed?

I knew that soon this thing was gaining momentum and would not stop until it had smashed me to bits. I had to escape--but how?

I saw one of the doors in the ceiling and hurriedly climbed through. I was on one of the sidewalks next to one of the streets. A flock of birds were flying along, like some giant stormcould--the only life I'd seen on the surface. After a few minutes of catching my breath, however, I heard someone climbing up after me. I ran and hid in a nearby alleyway. I heard footsteps and then saw a man running after the birds. Another few moments, then silence.

I came out in time to see a humongous door disappear. I wandered aimlessly for awhile until I found another door of my own, regular size. I was back in my house. But was I safe? Am I safe?

I just realized--it's not Monday anymore. It was Monday morning when I went through the door, but now it's Tuesday afternoon!?

Terrible Realization

I realized today that I'm a bit of a sociopath.

I mean, when Nick died at the Land of Make Believe, I threw up all right. But it was because it was a disgusting sight, not because I'd lost a family member.

Again with my parents' deaths.

I was thrilled with my harming of other people at her behest, whether they deserved it or not.

Sure, I've missed Nick. But it's because I had fun messing with him, you know. Picking on him. Roughing him up. Also, he was a convenient second player so I didn't have to play video games alone.

I went along with what the Witch wanted. I only doubted her and got mad at her and refused to do what she wanted anymore because she had lied to me, used me for her own ends. I even KILLED for her. In fact, my anger is the only reason I've been calling her the "Witch."

Something's wrong with me. Something is very, very wrong.

I see that now, but I don't know if there's anything I can do.

You know, I haven't even given much thought to the plight of my teachers and classmates! Only myself. And I used Stephen's inner humanity to free me from her grasp.

I only expressed regret in that post about my torture about what I'd done during the chaos caused by the Choir because I knew objectively it was bad. But I didn't and still don't really feel bad about it.

And I lied about why I flunked out of so many schools. It was mostly because I was bored.

I'm a terrible, terrible person.

What do I do!?

Maybe I am insane.

I've decided to say what the object is. I'm hiding the text, though, so she doesn't see easily.


I'm telling you readers because I feel it is important. Maybe someone can give me more information.


It is a glowing false eye. I don't have any idea what it's for or why my father would possess it, but I felt that it had some strong connection to control. That's why I thought she would like it.

The Plan

I don't remember seeing Stephen all day. It was kind of a blur with all that fighting and there were so many people there.

But now he's done it.

He did what I asked.

Yesterday when I asked him for help, his inner humanity kicked in and he agreed (though it was no doubt partly on account of the danger to his own life).

After I told him my idea, I told him to keep beating me up so she wouldn't suspect.


This evening he came over, ostensibly to apologize. We had to wait awhile, though, the Witch wasn't there.

When she did show up, he said sorry and I said I accepted.

Then Stephen took out his hunting knife (he goes after deer with his dad) and began to try to cut through the strings. I got the idea from that blog proxiehunter told me about. I knew it had ended in death for the previous Percy, but Janice had gotten away intact, so I thought there might be a possibilty, however small.

The Witch laughed.

"That won't help you. That reminds me of when I got the last Janice. Unlike Jodie Silver, I actually acquired a girl named Janice. Anyway--get this--her teacher actually came to try and save her!" She cackled some more. "He, of course, was killed along the way. And, as I said before, poor Janice was worked to death. Unfortunately the cameras weren't rolling at the time. What an episode that would have been! Anyway, the teacher actually tried to cut Percy free!"

She cackled. I felt sick.

Stephen continued to cut through the invisible strings. Though he couldn't see them, he could feel them. As he did so, he said, "I'm sorry for pushing you around. You know, the new kid and all." I've flunked out of several schools previously because of not being able to deal with Nick's death. My parents couldn't afford a counselor.

I felt my arms drop to my sides. I couldn't use them. They seemed dead.

Soon my neck drooped likewise, then I was on my knees. I fell onto my face, unable to pick myself up.

"I had such plans for you, boy. Pity." She pulled some of the strings from her clothing and strangled him with them.

I hate her.

Fortunately, a little while ago she left and I regained feeling in my limbs.