Sunday, July 31, 2011

The thing about this thing is that...

See, Cheshire does something called the Wasting. At least, that's what he's done to Emma. Or...Kathleen. Whatever. The Wasting isn't really anything special in and of itself, or it wouldn't be, if it wasn't for the Hunger. The Wasting usually doesn't kill, unless its creator wills it to. The Wasting turns you into, yeah, basically a living corpse. Not quite a zombie, but you look like one. It starts with your hair. Then teeth. Your skin starts to sag and become gray and clammy, and in the final stage boils erupt on your body, which burn, hurt at touch, and are actually maggots. In your skin. Yeah, it's not fun. If you can still walk after that, it won't kill you. Otherwise, you're probably going to die, unless someone stops or removes the Wasting completely.

The Wasting is something the Hunger does. Or at least, that's what it did to me, and that's why I have to...become other people. It chases me around, and anyone I...become ends up the same way, unless I change again, and fast. That's why I don't like using living people. They don't deserve this shit. Well, maybe they do, but fuck if I know, and fuck more if I care.

It's not hard to see if the Wasting is going to kill its victim or not, as long as the one looking isn't the victim. So I dunno about myself. But Emma's is going to kill her if something isn't done about it. Sort of a failsafe Cheshire snuck in there so she'd end up dying if he wasn't around to finish the job personally. But luckily, I can fix it. I can't remove it, so by the end of August she'll have progressed to stage, and that won't be pretty, but she won't die from it afterwards. I can't...I can't guarantee she'll be in perfect condition, but the important thing is to stop it from killing her. The details are both uninteresting and not something I need to tell you; anyway, I don't want to jinx it. It's possible that Cheshire will show up and try to interrupt what I'm doing, but it won't take more than, what, five minutes? And Sir Thighpiece left a certain something that I can't talk about because I don't know anything about it except how to operate it with Emma when he left after rescuing her from Cheshire. As far as I can tell it's a smoke alarm, but he promises it's more than what it appears. All I have to do is bolt it up over the front doorway.

The eye is closed. Let's get down to business.

1 comment:

  1. Good to see you're still around, at any rate. Don't let that change.