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Focus: Lysander
One-shot
Buddy is dead.
He died the same courageous animal he was in live on this the 6th of June. Or is it the 4th? I can’t remember anymore? Maybe I should ask Hikaru; it is his birthday after all.
This is the point where things have taken a turn for the worse. With hope for the future in mind I hope that that was the worst of it. At this unfortunate time; we are joined by the kitsune Helliboris and her mother, though her father has pasted away, Schindler is whole but his hand the strange malformation that it became when the cursed lighting struck him, the Cat is whole thankfully enough though if he continued his barbarous taunt and jabs, and finally Bridget is ..missing.
I have failed as a guardian and a big brother. I fear that she was taken by the beasts and mindflayers and is at worst.. I don’t want to write it.
We are walking to the sept now, or whatever reminds of it. I pray that the werewolf there will set aside their decadent ways and join us against whatever is attacking the city. Hopefully Matthew and Justin made it through, and I hope their vampire companions will join us. However, I fear my previous ventures with Viktor don’t allow me to put a great deal of trust in them.
At this point I don’t even know if Shibara will stay with us or not. I don’t know if it was the way I greeted him by accident or whatever happened during his absence that has changed him, but I’m grow more and more weary of the spurning jibs that seems to be all that he says any more. It is getting hard to hold my tongue, especially when I’m so scared for Bridget. I had tried to make amends to him, but with everything that is going on the gap between us only grows. He killed a crazed human in the streets on our way to the sept and it bothers me. Part of me says it was probably a mercy, but killing a man who wasn’t a threat to us, who wasn’t able to defend himself, who had just been caught up in this like the rest of us…. It would make my stomach turn if it wasn’t already knotted up in my worries over Bridget.
My hands are shaking as a walk forward. In fear? In anger? In sadness? Probably all of the above.
All I want is to know is that Bridget is safe, but in the mean time everyone aside from our pack of strays kept talking about prophecies and shit about me like I’m the fucking Christ child. I know almost nothing about anything and they keep looking at us all like God came down, bitch slapped us, and declared us the Easter bunny, Jesus, and Santa Claus all rolled up in one. I want to meet the trippy stoner who is spewing out all these prophecies and tell them that the only vision they got right is the one where my boot went up their ass. Oops didn’t see that one coming.
The only things I know for sure is that whatever took Bridget isn’t going to be happy when I’m done with it.
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