Limited Success

Ok, sorry for not keeping things more complete. I've been busy with college and well the return of OTHER problems.

For the most part college is pretty normal, now that I'm getting used to life in the city. Jessie's also doing well back in school from what I hear. If it weren't for the two anomalies getting in the way I'd say I'm living the dream. HA, right like that'd ever happen.

It really came as no surprise that "He" would follow me out here. What did surprise me is when I first saw him out here. I was walking to the pizza shop at like two in the morning to go pick up me and my room mates' pizza when, walking through the park, I got that all too familiar feeling that something was off. Looking to my right, I saw him. Two things stood out this time. His tendrils/tentacles/whatever were out and waving about and he was missing the fedora-like hat I'd seen him with up til now.

The amount of pure malice I could sense was like it was meant DIRECTLY FOR ME. He started walking towards me. For the first time this actually scared me, self preservation apparently kicked in. I drew my gun and fired a few rounds. (Yes, I have the proper permits to carry it. First thing I took care of.)

It's kinda hard to describe the effect. The tendrils pulled back rather quick and he stopped walking. I guess I was hit a bit harder (by what I don't know). My ears rang, vision blurred, and felt very nauseous for about a minute (felt longer at the time). When I looked up, he was gone.

I got the pizza and tried to act natural the rest of the night. I went back to the park the next day to see the collateral of my escapades.

As far as I know, no one heard a thing and the police were never called. Even if they were called, I doubt they would be able to tell who I was (I had a hoodie on).

When I got back to my place, the guys said someone dropped off an envelope for me. Opening it in private, I found two things. My spent shell casings and a small card.

In the future, I'd suggest policing your brass Mr. Andrews. We usually don't assist when the authorities become involved. Just a fair warning.

Well, hate to say it, but I'm kinda glad someone had my back on this one. In addition, I finally know that the rounds at least do SOMETHING. Whether it's worth the effect it has on me is another question I'm still contemplating. In the meantime, I'm gonna go about business as usual and try to figure things out on the side. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let this derail me.