I’ve been trying this whole day to write this down, but couldn’t figure out how to put it down. I never imagined anything like this was going on right here where I was living.

Of course Sky wasn’t happy about having to share her room with someone. She glared at me from her bed the entire time I was moving into her room, and ignored my attempts to break the ice. But she didn’t interfere with my job, so I ignored her. It was late when I finished work, so I got ready for bed. Sky hadn’t moved once.

Once I got under the covers, Sky began to move. I had no idea what she was doing, and at the time passed it off as her usual weirdness. She gathered several pillows that had been on the floor and built a fort out of them on her bed. Then she curled up inside the fort, with a flashlight beaming out the opening she’d made. I waited to see if she would do anything else, but that was it, so I went to sleep.

Several hours later, I suddenly woke up. The clock said 3:33 AM on it. Sky’s flashlight was still on, but she had fallen asleep. When I looked at her relaxed and sound asleep, instead of violent and crazy, it finally hit me how young she is. She’s not even old enough to drive. She should be going to a high school, not spending her entire day with murderers and the people who support them.

While looking at Sky, I realized that some of the shadows being cast by her flashlight were moving. When I looked at what was casting them I saw

Okay. I’m going to come absolutely clean here. I haven’t seen the Boss in a long time. A REALLY long time. Not since I became a proxy. So when I saw him standing in our room, let’s just say it was a bit of a surprise. A completely terrifying surprise.

I felt like a deer trapped in the headlights. I didn’t move at all, hoping he wouldn’t see me. But I wasn’t the one he was interested in. He walked to Sky’s bed, and the tentacles from his back threw aside her pillow fort. Sky woke up and started to scream, but he wrapped a tentacle around her mouth before she could. More tentacles pinned her to the bed.

He didn’t do anything except stare at her, but I could see how terrified she was. Sky kept struggling to break free, but was held too tightly. A part of me felt like I should have helped her, but I was too scared to move. I couldn’t even scream, because I was worried what he would do if he heard me.

For the rest of the night, the Boss held Sky down and watched her. I couldn’t sleep with him in the room, so I tried to stay hidden in my bed, making as little noise as possible.

Morning came, and the first few hints of sunlight came through the window. I blinked, and the Boss had disappeared. The moment she was free, Sky began screaming. I used to think that she screamed in the mornings because she had nightmares or something. I never imagined this.

Lazarenko and Dumas burst through the door when they heard the screaming, with guns drawn. Lepidus was right behind them, and he explained that there was nothing to worry about; Sky started every morning with screaming. I just nodded along without saying anything. At the time, I was still too shocked to say anything.

I still haven’t told any of the others what happened last night. Maybe it was only a one night thing, after all. The Boss is a busy faceless monster. He’s got things to do. He can’t spend every night in some girl’s room being a creepy stalker.

Someone please tell me he can’t do that, because I really want to get a peaceful sleep tonight.

Merry Christmas

My very first proxy Christmas. Somehow I’d imagined it would be more like quirky television comedy, with a black humor filled gift exchange and a special miracle teaching all of us about the magic of the season.

That image was built on the mistaken belief that we get off Christmas. We don’t. We still got a present: the wonderful gift of a security detail.

Ahriman arrived in the morning, followed by two men in black suits. One was a huge bald man who fit his suit like a monster truck at a luxury car show. The other was a slim young man with black hair and a goatee. Unlike his partner, he fit the look perfectly, looking like a rising career star on the fast track to an executive office.

Ahriman started to talk about Lord Truth decreeing something, but the bald man spoke over him, saying “Mr. Truth wants the girl called Sky to be kept under our observation until the police investigation ends.” The two introduced themselves; the bald one’s name is Lazarenko, and the one with the goatee is Dumas.

Before they could do any observation, we had to get Sky out of her room. Did you know that Truth’s men have keys to all our rooms? Because I just learned that today. Lazarenko unlocked the door and pushed past the barricade of furniture. When he entered the room, Sky pounced at him. It’s a good thing he’s a big enough man to hold her back, because she looked ready to claw his eyes out. I’ve never seen Sky so angry before, even on the days when she tried throwing the couch out the window. She was screaming words I didn’t even realize she knew at Lazarenko and Dumas.

Lazarenko held her until she became too tired to fight. Lepidus went to talk to her and calm her down. While he did that, I looked out the window. A limousine was parked outside, and I think I could see the silhouette of Truth sitting in the back seat. He never came out of the car.

Whatever Lepidus said to Sky must have worked, because she was much calmer when I came back. Lazarenko was now dictating what our new living conditions would be. We only have three rooms, so with seven people, things would be getting crowded. In the past, we’d let Sky and me have our own rooms, but that wasn’t going to be possible. Which means now I get to room with her. Joy. The Jackson brothers get one room, Sky and me get another, Lepidus and Lazarenko get the third, and Dumas volunteered to take the couch so he can keep an eye on the front door.

I’ve since spent most of the day moving what few things I have into Sky’s room, and setting everything up to accommodate our newcomers. I hope you all had a better Christmas than me.

We found out today what happened to Sky. The news came from Ahriman, who was surprisingly somber about it all. I guess it’s hard to be a pretentious asshole when everything is getting this serious.

Last night, the police found the body of a young boy outside the city. He had been cut open, and his organs were found scattered around him. Typical modus operandi of the Boss. I would have ignored it, but according to Ahriman’s contacts within the police department, the boy has been seen together with a girl matching Sky’s descriptions several times throughout the past three months. And the date of death matches up with the day she came back covered in blood. It’s not too hard to figure out where that blood came from now.

Even with our money going to try and convince them to stay quiet on the matter, Ahriman doesn’t want to risk the police finding Sky. Which means we’ve been given the glamorous task of keeping an eye on her at all times. Which would be easier to do if she hadn’t barricaded herself inside her room and was refusing to let any of us in ever since the incident. But Ahriman’s not taking any such excuses. We’ve got to figure something out.

And We're Back

And then Diana never made a post again because her life had become wonderful and nothing bad ever happened to her or her friends ever again the end.

That’s how it almost ended. It’s been three months since my last post. Three months of the closest thing to peace we can get. We didn’t even have that many problems with runners. I don’t know what it is, but there seems to be a lot less of them lately. Maybe the Boss had decided to relax a little as well. I haven’t been posting because there’s been no reason to post.

But now I do have something to post, and I wish I didn’t. I’d briefly said in my last post that Sky had started going out some days, and was acting so much calmer than she usually does. I liked the new Sky. She still didn’t talk to anyone, but she didn’t break anything, either.

Then yesterday, she walked through the front door completely covered in blood.

I’ve seen a lot of blood before. Lepidus working as a proxy doctor makes it hard to avoid. But that always happens in situations I expect. I see one of our trackers carried inside the apartment, choking to death on the blood from his slashed throat, and that’s normal. Sky was in a different category. She wasn’t a proxy who was out there killing people, she was a really weird, occasionally violent young girl who we babysat because she came with the apartment. So I didn’t know what to do when she walked in and I saw that the floral patterned dress she left in had been stained completely red.

Lepidus asked if she was okay, but she didn’t respond. All Sky did was stand in the doorway, blankly looking inside the apartment. Lepidus approached her, I think to check if she was injured. The second he got close, she suddenly screamed at him to stay away, then she bolted to her room and locked the door.

None of us have been able to get her out since then. She won’t respond to anything we say, but if you listen closely, you can hear her saying “I’m sorry,” over and over again.

Well, at least this period of calm lasted a lot longer than I expected. It looks like we’re going back to the crazy.