Strange Tidings

So, as mentioned last night, I've found what I believe to be the next four entries in Bradley's journal. Since Jessica seems to have torn them all out of whatever binding they used to be in, it's difficult to piece together a timeline- I have to look to make sure there aren't any entries dated between the one I have and the one I posted last. To complicated matters even further, this first of four isn't even dated. The only reason I'm pretty sure it comes first is because it seems to kick off what is honestly the weirdest damn thing I've read in a long while. And that's counting even Jessica's commentary.

So, ah, here's the thing.

Gavin has this weird thoughtful look about him, when he's really trying to come up with a solution to something. His eyes get real misty, and his whole body gets real peaceful. It's like his entire being is working towards whatever goal he's got. That's how he's been a lot, lately, mostly since we picked up the little kid. I tried asking him about it, but he just said he was distracted and not to worry about it. I wonder what's going on in that head of his? Dude is too smart for his own good, always has been. 

I think, maybe, it's his ex-girlfriend that's bothering him? She's been following him around, lately, I guess. I know because I've seen her, standing outside on the sidewalk, staring at the house. She's a spooky looking bitch, all wrapped up in her big black coat. And I swear to god, from that distance, it looks like she has orange eyes. Gavin just laughed at that when I asked him about her. He said she was an "old flame." Whatever that sappy bullshit means.

This one here is the first piece of the puzzle, and also the lynch pin that tipped me off to how the other three were connected. Two of the next three also don't have dates, but I can just about make out what order they're supposed to be in because of that ex-girlfriend stuff. I'm really not sure what to make of it. I know enough to know there are things you just don't poke your head into... and it looks like Bradley, Gavin, and co. may have poked their head into that kind of nastiness. I don't know. 

What I do know is that these next three entries have a lot of commentary from Jessica, so they're going to take a little more time to be posted. Especially since she's got me busy with other work right now. It's a wonder she still even cares that these entries get posted, but she does. Apparently she's proud of them, or something. Ah well. Not my job to ask questions, now is it?

-Mr. Flint

Searching for Meaning(I suppose, anyway)

Oh, look at that. Jessica made a post. 

I'd love to say I didn't already know about that. But I did. She made sure that I was aware. And anyway, I suspected something like this was going to happen, sooner or later. Lately every time I see her, she's rattling on about what's been going on online. It has her excited, for some reason. I'm not entirely sure why. It's hard to get concrete information out of Jessica when she's manic like she has been. Mostly all I get is a lot of "Cunts!" and other, less eloquent swear words. But there was something she said the other day that caught my interest, and shed a little light on what's going through her mind in conjunction with her post. 

I'm paraphrasing, here, but honestly the conversation stuck out to me enough that I remember most of it. She said to me, "You don't know what they do to people like me, [Mr. Flint]! They do terrible, awful things...they would bring me down if they could! Poke and prod and stab until my whole heart just PLOP! Dropped out, just like that. It's disgusting. Even while they're staring at me, at us, like we're freaks, they're studying and examining and talking about what we do. They practically drool at the chance to get into our heads, to see the things people like us do, the things they wish they could do for themselves! They'd never admit it. Oh, no, they'd never admit it. They want to be us, but since they can't, they make us into them. I won't have it. We're going to do something about it!"

I look at that, and then I look at what she wrote in that last post about David Banks, and I'm wondering if the two are connected. She's got me making travel arrangements for us(us being her, myself, Andre, and a few of ours Andre usually insists we keep nearby) and I can't make heads or tails of where we're going. A few different stops, it looks like, and none of them seem to be connected.

With Jessica, they might mean something, or they might be a pointless waste of money on completely insane bullshit. Who knows? All I know is, if it's something Jessica is excited about, it's something I've got to put a lot of effort into. Wouldn't want to end up dinner any time soon.

Even with all of this on my plate, I've managed to locate and pin down the timeline for the next four entries in Bradley's journal. The next one won't require any fancy formatting, so I'll throw it up tomorrow morning after breakfast. After that, it's going to take some time to get the others out-- I'm having a damn hard time making sense of them, and the content is just baffling... ah well, you'll see soon enough.

-Mr. Flint.

Idiots

Ohhhhhhhh. I've been away from my babies too long....

A lot has happened since we last spoke, babies! The lovely Mr. Flint has kept you updated on most of them, but there are some things he simply doesn't have the stomach for! Cooking, for example. ;-) See, there are many things I know how to do that people don't think I know how to do. I can knit, I can speak French and German, and HELLO?! I'M THE LEADER OF A CRIME RING?!

hehehehehe I lost my temper. I can do that, too, sometimes.

And that's another fucking thing. Why is my temper seen as such a BAD THING by you all(I'm looking at you, my little Fracture)? It's gotten me this far! I'm in charge! No one can bring me down! And it's because I take what I want, I do what I want, I kill who I want. Unlike you all. So many of you, wallowing in the mud, writhing in exquisite agony because you refuse to DO anything about it. And here I am, on top, and there's nothing any of you(or anyone else for that matter) could do to change it!

For fuck's sake, "what's wrong with me?" What's wrong with all of you? Losers!

You've even brought one of the most powerful creatures I've ever met down to your level. You've made him feel shame for the beautiful thing he is, the incredible things he's done. David Banks, down in the mud with the ants and the pigs...it's fucking shameful is what it is. 

IT'S A GODDAMN TRAVESTY AND YOU'RE ALL GOING TO PAY FOR IT!!

So what's a grieving mother to do with her time, to cheer herself up after the loss of her only son? Well, studying cooking, for one thing.... there are so many flavors, so many delicious textures to be discovered and explored. I took a man from a restaurant whom I assume is a chef, and he's taught me such wonderful things. For instance, you can really make a stew POP with a few bones and the eyeballs thrown in for flavoring...and sucking on teeth is always a lovely after-dinner treat! Mmmmmm, if only I could share some of this meal with you, babies. It is a delight. 

Ahhhh, but I'll have to deal with the screaming, now, before someone drops by to find out just what's going on. You didn't think I wasn't sharing the meal with my new friend, did you? He doesn't seem to be as ecited about eating himself as I am about eating him....but then, no one ever is. >:3

Till next time, babies. Have a good time living like the idiots you all are.

~The Monster