Damage Control

...is basically impossible when it comes to Jessica Carter.

Yes, ah, me again. It's been quite some time, but I've cracked Jessica's little 'code', if you can call it such. She made it quite clear that I wasn't allowed to use this blog again until I had solved her puzzle. And by that I mean until I figured out what she had changed the password to. Now that I've finally gotten through again, she's got me back on chronicler duty. Fun times, all around.

You haven't heard much from us, or from David Banks and co., for a while, obviously. It would be impossible to catch you up on everything that's gone on in the time we've been away, so I'll sum it up succinctly: Yes, Jessica is still on her mad crusade against them, and yes, we are still trying desperately to keep her organization together and aid her at the same time. It's rough work, not fun at all, I was kidding before. Her antics have become increasingly more violent and more visible, and unfortunately, that means there's been more trouble with the authorities than ever before. 

For a while there, there was someone right on our tail. We managed to lose them, Andre and I, but the string of high-profile murders and torture chambers that Jessica has set up over the years are beginning to collapse under their own weight. In the past, Andre has reigned her in on this. He's the guy she hired to keep her people organized beneath her, to enforce the rank and file, and to generally keep a lid on the insanity she gets up to on a regular basis. 

But he is not Superman. Even with my help, there's just no way to contain all the bloodshed and gore Jessica's been leaving in her wake. Three weeks ago, she insisted on following David and Emily to the zoo, and releasing one of the lions on the unsuspecting public. No idea how she thought that might draw David out into hurting people, but there you go. She hurt the poor animal just enough to get it scared and in attack mode, and then let it loose. We barely didn't get arrested extracting her from that zoo.

It's just... well, it's exhausting. And I think Jessica is getting desperate. Usually, there's a mad sort of logic to her schemes, at least where David is concerned. But this one was just stupid, and she came away more than a little bit frustrated with the whole experience. She held one of her "parties" after that, I think to soothe her rage, or something. Not that anything actually does that.

Meanwhile, I've been poring over Brad's journals...and what I'm finding is that I don't like one bit of it. I promised Jessica before that I would post them all, but now I don't think she care at all. Still, there's talk of monstrous, demonic dogs, and beings that just can't possibly be real, in there. And I want to know the truth of it. So I think, in the coming weeks, you're going to see a lot more of us. A lot more of those journals, too. Not only will putting them up help deflect anyone tracking us from this blog, but it might help me get some clarification on just what the hell it is I'm reading. It'd be nice, for a change, if I could get some clarity and meaning.

Ahhhh, who am I kidding? That shit doesn't help. But it's a start, anyway.

-Mr. Flint