Trust

Journal,
I no longer trust you. You have told them all of my secrets. Soooo I have devised a plan. A great plan. I have me a new girl. And SHE don't know about her. I have her in the house of course buuutttttt SHE don't know where so she can't screw this one up. Maybe Wolf can help me play with this one. Maybe not. I do know that I am going to be more vague when it comes to our little talks Journal.
Tattle Tale.

Adversary

What?

Journal-

What in the hell did she mean "poof..gone"?

WHERE IS MY WENDY, YOU.........

Gone. She's gone. That's all they will say. Police tape all over the yard. Evidence seals on the door. Even my secret entrance into the attic has been blocked off and fingerprinted.

It's a good thing I always wear gloves or they would try to blame this on me!

Like I would have ever hurt her.

I loved her. And she loved me. We were going to be together forever.

My heart is broken and I may never be happy again.....

...snif.....

**sigh**

Now I'm going to have to find somebody else and start all over again.

What a pain.

-Wolf

New location, new job, new apartment, but still the same old problems. Day after day, I clean up after these guys. It's not the dirty underwear in the hall or the half eaten food in the living room, it's the blood that I mind. Today it was on the couch, with a trail through the kitchen and out the back door. Not a lot, I've found much larger puddles, cleaned up pints sometimes, but I don't know whose it was, or when it was spilled. It was sticky when I found it and a real trial to get out.

Don't they know we are going to end up back in that place if they aren't careful? Don't they care? NO! None of them do. They just go along making messes, breaking things that don't belong to them and playing with toys that can hurt them, and expecting some magical something to protect them and clean up behind them. I try. I do. I follow them, I lurk, I clean up what I can and sometimes I even manage to get a step ahead of them.

Wolf, the poor fool, is in for a hard day at work tomorrow. I've seen him watching that Wendy girl. I know about the “secret” room he is making for her. But we have been here before and he is always so disappointed in those women. They lead him on, they make him think they want to be with him, and once he brings them into his lair, all they do is cry and scream. He gets so angry, and we all pay for it. But not this time! Just a little ride on the bus, to see where she lived and then a little late evening visit from the Avon lady, and poof, problem solved. No fuss, no mess, I just tucked the pretty pink cord back into my samples case and got ready to go. I was a little startled when I realized she had a kid asleep in there, but he never woke up. I tucked him in as I left and the little dear never knew there was company or that mommy would not be getting up with him in the morning. I'm sure the neighbors will hear him when he wakes up and take care of him. Now Wolf won't have to face that disappointment and the rest of us will avoid the weeks of black fugue that always follow his rages. Now to figure out what A is up to. If I can do that we can all relax for a while.

-g

She

She took my pistol. My tool of death, my protection from the others. She took it.

I am not happy. There are some days that I appreciate her 'helping' and then there are days like now that I hate her. She took my piece. I will have to get another one and hide it better this time. For now, I will have to do my work with the blade in my pocket.

It is crazy how straight the blade is. And sharp. I mean I just ran my thumb over the blade and WOW! Sharp.

I guess she can clean up the blood on the couch. And this bowl of Lucky Charms I can't seem to finish.

They are watching me.

I will watch them right back.

Clean Up After Clean Up

Journal,

Bleach.....

I hate waking up with the smell of bleach in my nostrils.

It frightens me in that half-waking moment. Always wonder if I've died in the night.

Or one of those fools has screwed up again. Gone too far and needed to clean up after himself.

Or maybe She had to clean up after them again. It's what She does.

I had to spend and extra half hour in the shower this morning, dousing myself with my organic body wash so I could at least smell human again in time for work. I can just imagine walking into the coffee shop smelling like a hospital. It would have driven customers away in droves.

And I would have missed giving Wendy her half-caff latte with cinnamon. I always draw a little heart in the foam on top for her. She always appreciates that.

And there's always that flash of adoration in her eyes when she sees what I have done.

She desires me.

She wants to be Mine.

Her room will be ready soon and then our dreams will come true forever.

-Wolf