Negotiations

Sorry for not posting yesterday. There was a good reason for that. Elise and my mission wasn’t very interesting. Yep. Grocery run. Unless you want a aisle-by-aisle breakdown of what we got, I think I should just ignore that one for now.

Anyways, todays was more interesting. We were supposed to go to someone, a Maenad named Turnwell or something like that. Something weird like that. Can’t remember it too well now. Anyways, Elise and I were in charge of negotiating peace with The Rake. Yeah. Me. Peace. Totally a good idea.

So anyways, we got into the car, and headed to the designated meeting area. As was many meeting places, it was on top of a goddamn building. Always on top of them. I dirtied my suit climbing up a grimy ladder to get there. From the top, I could see the rotting corpses of the timberwolves we killed to get Sylvia back. Guess the City wasn’t THAT hungry.

The Maenad was already there. “Yer late.” He said. Unlike Elise and I, who were all dressed up formally, he was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. Not the most professional. I didn’t like him already. “I was waitin’ two fuckin’ minutes, and my time is goddamn ‘mportant.” I already wanted to deck him across his smug face.

“Uh, yes, terribly sorry about that.” I replied, mustering up all the kiss-ass I had left in me. “So anyways, I trust your master informed you that your purpose here is to negotiate peace with my Mistress?” I asked him.

“Don’t have fuckin’ time fer this.” Turnwell responded. “Just gimme the goddamn fuckin’ paper an’ I’ll fuckin’ sign it.”

“Er…….paper?” I asked.

“Yeah, the fuckin’ peace treaty!” Turnwell was enraged. “You brought the fuckin’ paper, didntja?”

“I didn’t hear anything about a paper of any kind.” Elise replied to the puzzled look I gave her.

“So yer wastin’ my fuckin’ time?!” Turnwell looked at me with fury in his eyes. He cracked his knuckles and stepped forward. In less than a minute, I had him pinned to the floor with my knife, and Elise had her obfuscated shotgun at the ready just in case.

Then he did something else. He began whispering to me. I don’t know what it said, but all I know is I saw things from my past. The last day of Kindergarten. My grandmother’s funeral. My Dad losing his job. The move 500 miles. Getting hit by the car. Mistress rescuing me. I don’t know what else I saw, but I know I’ve blocked it out of my mind since, then I blacked out.

I woke up in The Tower. Mistress was sitting in front of me, visibly sad, which is odd for her face. There it was. Elise’s head, cut off with my knife. I screamed.

I woke up in The Tower. Sylvia was standing over me, a crazed grin on her face. She picked up a handgun and aimed it at my face. I screamed.

I woke up in The Tower. Elise was holding me. “Is this real?” I asked her, panicked.

“Yes, Daniel, don’t worry.” Elise petted my head and smiled.

“What happened after I blacked out?” I asked her.

“Well, I blew off his head once he stood up. Then I called Sol and he brought the pickup truck, and we got you back here. Not long after, we received a Screaming Telegram- A Doll at near-death, screaming for her life. She told us we had made an enemy of The Rake. Then she dropped dead. As Mistress put it; ‘They’re better enemies than friends. Fucking Maenads.” Elise summarized.

I was still confused, but my head cleared as the night progressed. I’m quite tired now, so I’m gonna get some sleep, hopefully clear my head further. More updates to come.

~Thompson out.