We stayed too long.

Elaine is hurt, Wolf hurt her.

I don't know what to say... All I know is that we got the fucker. He was being taken away by police last time I knew... The past half an hour has been crazy.

It was just after lunch, Lucas was helping Cam wash up and I was talking to Elaine. As soon as the door opened Wolf was there. Elaine was heading out to do god knows what she does for an hour at the same time. He was there. He pushed her back from the door and she fell.

I didn't see what she hit, but she hit it with a crack. Lucas came through a moment after. Wolf had a knife, a flick knife perhaps? I wasn't really looking at it. I just charged forward in an effort to get it out of his hand. We ended up on the floor rolling around and then he sliced my back before Lucas could pin his hand and get it away.

I heard Cam talking on the phone, presumably to the police. Wolf was pretty much silent once he'd lost his mask, the snarling just faded. He looked maybe of Spanish or Mexican descent, I didn't recognise him.

I tossed it away, got Lucas to pass me some rope, (It's a useful thing to keep in a bag.) and he helped me tie him up until the police arrived. Told Lucas to guard him. (In hindsight I'd have given Cam the knife.)

Then Elaine became the priority, whilst I was looking after her, making sure nothing changed. I spotted Lucas pacing back and forth, like he was debating something. He moved toward the male and sliced the knife along his cheek.

Cam ran to him and took the knife off of him. Lucas started swearing at him, at us. He wanted blood, revenge. And I honestly don't know if I'd have let him or not. But the police were on their way. If they walked in on a corpse we'd all be in the shit.

Cutting the rest of it short, the police came, interviewed us and took Wolf away, along with the knife and the mask. We're now in the hospital. There was a lot of blood.

I've never seen Wolf without a mask ever, even when I interrupted him on one of his hunts. But what stays with me is that he was completely silent, all the time when his mask was off. Even when he cut on the fucker...

Elaine should be okay, but I'm feeling really guilty. We could have run earlier and then Wolf would have left them alone. Fucking angry right now.

-Joel

Young dogs. New tricks.

I just realised what I miss about England. A good strong cup of tea. I woke up today and realised that it had been weeks since I'd tasted a cup of brown joy.

So we've been working hard, Elaine's been teaching both of us the things that she learned from other blogs and her own research. It's been difficult really since we've both been reasonably alright since arriving here and so haven't really got any way of practising the techniques. It's difficult to explain really. A lot about distinguishing between what's happening and what's inside your head because the G-Man decided to pay you a visit. I'll let her properly post about it. It's her work after all. I'll probably edit this post to link it later.

EDIT: Here you go.

The amusing thing about learning here is that Cam enforces breaks upon us, a random TV show here, Mario Karts there. He's not really flipping out much at all. He's still scared, all of us are, but I think with more of us here, he feels safer. Camaraderie I guess. As for Elaine, she's been pleasant enough, she has a pretty short fuse though. A pretty good thing for this, getting angry is better than getting depressed like Joel and I. One interesting thing I've noticed is that every day at 2PM she vanishes off somewhere and comes back an hour later. I asked Cam about it, he doesn't know really and I'm reluctant to press the subject with her. It's probably none of my business.

Needless to say, Team Labrat is training and will be ready to go soon enough.

Now to move onto the more perplexing and incredibly sad. Melissa has been having major problems and Dollmaker tried to kill Mystery. One thing that shocked me, and really, truly hurt was Jessica. If I were to encounter Dollmaker and Melissa had essentially been killed, right now this second, I don't know what I'd do. I'd want blood...

So yes, there are a lot of things on my mind right at this moment.

Keep safe, seriously.

~Lucas

United States of Whatever

Well I can't remember what time we got on a plane to the US, Texas to be more precise. It was early though. The plane was a great big thing with engines the size of people, sort of what I was expecting. But considering I've never flown before, I couldn't be sure.. Lucas seemed to know what he was doing, we got through security, sat down, had the air hosts and hostesses doing their little safety dance briefing.

And then we flew.

I felt like a child really, seeing the tops of clouds below me like it was as solid as the earth far far below. I just kind of wanted to climb out of the plane and run along them. But after an hour that excitement sort of stopped and I let myself actually sleep.

We slept most of the way, so we're not even all that jet lagged. Or maybe we're the opposite of jet lagged. I don't know yet. But today has been damn fun so far either way. Elaine and Cam are good people, we get along far too well for our own good, I'm pretty sure Lab Rats like us are supposed to be pretty impersonal with the one giving the tests in case the experiments go wrong, but really, I like them, it makes me sad we can't stay for too long.

Their apartment was the kind of thing you get with fourth floor attic rooms. It's high up, a good thing against Slendy, and lined with books. I'm tempted to have a bit of a browse, might ask Elaine later. We spent the rest of today being treated to a taste of American life, involving burgers and chips, (I'm sorry, I refuse to call them fries out of principal.) and probably the most delicious apple pie I've ever tasted.

Also Lucas, regardless of the fact we're together, when you and me are on Super Smash Brothers, you're gonna get Kirby Stomped!


Today is a good day. We're alive, actually meeting people who are experiencing a similar thing to us, and I can feel the positivity in the air like a happy static.

Keep safe you guys.

-Joel

Slept rough last night

and damn my neck hurts.

We're currently at an airport. Safe-ish I guess. Lucas has been pretty quiet, occasionally he'll curl into me, make sure I'm not going to leave him whilst he sleeps. I'd say he's gotten clingy if he wasn't next to me looking at what I'm typi AS I WAS SAYING, LUCAS ISN'T AT ALL CLINGY WHATSOEVER. 


He just hit me. :o


We're currently at Heathrow airport, we have enough money for tickets and we're going to stay here until we've worked out a plan.

We are probably going to take up Elaine's offer of a couch, just for a few days so we can get our bearings and head off again. But once we're there, I'm really not sure what we'd do, possibly try and help Melissa with her Dollmaker problem.

It feels strange being here. We're surrounded by thousands of people who are going somewhere and don't even know He exists. And over and over again screams the intercom. "DO NOT LEAVE YOUR BAGS UNATTENDED AT ANY TIME!"

I doubt I'm gonna be getting any sleep any time soon. Once we've heard back, just confirming details and such, we'll get tickets...

-~Joel and Lucas

EDIT: Oh and who is the follower: queenrider51? I generally have a good idea as to who is following me on here, and right now I don't know who you are when perhaps I should get to know you. ^_^

Joel's awake.

Running now.

Everyone on the ward was torn apart when we walked out of the side room to leave.

I'd seen them ten minutes earlier alive and well.

Wolf was there.

Feeding.

Happier now.

I have Joel back.

~ Lucas

42

The Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, and I for one and glad of the light outside, I feel safer knowing that it's 9 PM and it's still bright outside. At least I think I do.

It is also my forty second post. Now I, being a fan of Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy know that 42 is a significant number. And by significant, I mean the answer to Life, The Universe and Everything. It is also Lewis Carroll's favourate number, which he snuck into Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass a good few times. (42 Illustrations. The Red Queen's and the White Queen's birthdays are thought to be equal to 42x42x42 days.)

7 sixes 6 sevens 7 8's no that's 56 not 42...

It's also considered unlucky in Japan, with "Four Two", "Shi Ni." sounding like the Japanese for "Unto Death." In the book of Revalations, The Beast, is meant to hold domination over the earth for 42 months.

Also, make sure when you encounter the The Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal, have your towel wrapped around your head. Because if you can't see it, it can't see you42.

Regain your balance again Schrödinger

and no Cheshire Cat can get you.

In a completely non 424242424242 unrelated note42, I was listening 42 this and it made me smile.

Those who are dead are not dead

they're just living in my head

Heh. Slenderman wants his 42 Dollahs back, 

he's at the door, 

whipping his hair back and forth.

LIKE A BAWS!

What the fuck did I just write?

I know I said I wouldn't post but...

It's not good news. I saw slenderman today, just a few minutes ago. I've not left Joel's bedside for a minute since he came in, the nurses were pretty nice to me, let me stay there. Like they saw I was asleep and one kind soul put a blanket around me. Well yeah. I looked up and saw him just outside the door, looking in, I didn't feel the fog. I haven't felt it in a while, it's disturbing me...

Joel still is out, he's responsive to pain, but not noise. Nothing has changed since he went in.

We're not safe here, but he could have killed us before and he didn't. I don't think it's our time. Not yet anyway, perhaps we've got another plot point to fulfil. Either way, as soon as Joel is awake and functional, we are running like fuck.

Whilst waiting for Joel to wake up, I've been listening to a lot of music.

I listened to this and it made me feel really empowered:

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good bye...

For now...

Until Joel wakes up...

He will wake up, won't he?