Wednesday, June 1, 2011


I find myself growing tired; something that has not happened in quite some time. Victor has proven himself to be a hassle. Every copy of mine he takes from this world I feel fading. This is not simply killing; not like when a target gets a lucky shot. Those can just be remade. Victor on the other hand thoroughly consumes my copies. I am not going to bother explaining to you simpletons just what my copies are. I can feel my splits vanishing; it tears out fraction of me. Like plucking out a piece of hair. Like a soul being torn from the well.

I felt the remaining few vanish. There was no one he had left to go after but the original. The second the final one was gone I could feel his attention; exhilarating. Victor appeared from the shadows less than thirty seconds later. I welcomed him; congratulated him for seeing my true face; then vanished. He pursued me; as I am sure you are well aware.

My cabin in Iceland forever abandoned; shame for I was cozy there.

Saw Rome; Victor took out a column trying to grab me. Went to Spain; Victor crushed a horde of chickens and roosters. Visited Canada; dodged a moose; he tore it in two. We strode to the Caribbean; little too hot for my suited self.

Avoiding his grasp was a necessary precaution. With the report on The Executioner's demise I was quite certain no good would come of it. Upon entering the United States he managed to grasp the back of my suit, however. He was strong enough to pop the buttons off; it only served for me to slip out of it. I was gone again with him right behind me.

The next time he grasped me he tore my tie in two. How unprofessional. He was quick to adapt like the Lady of the Shade; only because like she; he could see the true me. The phantom that the dreamers never remember; the one those of flesh do not think twice of; but not these two. This era was showing promise.

Yet these promises were rejecting me; she; him. Perhaps the latter of which is only partially true; Victor looks to consume me like I have they.

When he came the next time he did so brutally; he reached me the moment I exited. His white; masked face pulled from the darkness; like an impending doom; his body, far larger than my own; broke through the fabrics of this reality. Allowing his hulking mass to keep hold of me was not on my list of things to do.

I was forced to relocate immediately once more. I reached out to a distraction and ported; appearing within a park only populated by a handful. That handful being of those I was expecting. The filthy rat growling only yards away. Victor came out next to me; his arm grasping my own but a sudden roar broke our attentions from one another. The colleague I locked onto was pulling off a darkened child; throwing the little girl into a nearby tree.

The atmosphere shifted; focus off me and upon the proxy. I watched as Victor advanced; vanishing as he moved so quickly and began tearing into Wildman immediately. Blood was drawn upon first contact; the shredding of fabrics; shedding of hair; patches of skin torn from the flesh; bones cracked. Like the Lady of the Shade described; like she remembered; an opening formed within Victor; from it tentacles sprang grasping Wildman within a strong hold.

Another colleague to be dead; better him than me.

I vanished from the warm sun to the cool air that came out of the mouth of the cave. I glanced to the flowers; poppies and lotus; herbs mixed within. The only place to ever feel as if it were a home to these old bones. The Mediterranean Sea air brought with it a nice scent; already putting off the days spent under Victor's strain. The entire island of lush green and other assortments of colors adding to it.

Cool and damp; the only warmth coming from the torches I lit. I followed through; passing the wall of a mosaic woman. It tugged a smile onto my face; mask removed and within my grasp. A beautiful sight; a familiar face; a past that was just that.

I looked forward to relaxing within the springs; may I tell you now it is quite refreshing.

I do not plan to leave soon. After Victor's chaos I need to lay back and regroup. It will be an easy recovery but one that will take time; splitting that many into the world again will need some altering. The process of re-purposing so many consumed consciousness’s can take time.

For now a copy types to you here; within a neighboring country to where the true me lies.

Sorry readers; looks like I live still. Your Lady was not avenged; not that he was looking to avenge her to begin with. Your enemy lives; the one you hate with such a fragile reason.

I expect delays with my posts and replies until things are organized once more.

To the dreamers I tend to now; those of the flesh and reality are all spared for the time being. Still upon my list, however; your comrades will only make it grow in due time. Of this I am sure.

With that said; I bid you a good night. For I have dreamers to attend to.

I bid the Lady a good morning; happy birthday; am I correct? I believe I read that right during your stay here. Well it would be a happy one had you made it home. Let us hope you do not turn up dead. Would be rather cliche if you do not mind my say so.

To your Mystery; where ever you may be; I am enjoying the panic you have stirred.

Last but not least; to your Victor; we must do this again sometime in the late future. It is a shame you did not devour some of theirs.



  1. .... Hm. Do you ever take on the visage of a clown?

    And, can you or those like you make ... Visitations ... While the intended victim is conscious?

    No reason.

    Don't really expect you to respond at all, much less honestly, but everything is worth trying once.

  2. What about those who do not dream?
    Those who do not sleep?
    Those like me.

    How would you even think of appearing to those people around the world who force themselves awake.

    If you say you can, visit the sleepless, then tell me so I can find a way to avoid you.
    If not then tell me,Mr.Executor have I found the way to avoid you already?

  3. Well. That was exciting to read. I felt myself on the edge of my seat the entire time, anticipating the next move. What a rush it must have been to actually feel it first hand.

    Not everyone considers you an enemy. And I'm sure I'm not the only one who hopes you don't abandon this thread altogether, albeit for differing reasons.

    Until next time.

  4. Nekhs: It is possible I can.

    Insomniatic Lullaby: Dreamers dream awake or asleep. The difference is minor. I have not visited you because you are not on my list; which makes you not my priority; which means I do not hold interest in you. As of yet; I should add.

    That Damned Yankee: The rush of survival is the only thing that makes another feel alive. Stay tuned, boy; more is to come.

  5. ... Eh, what the hell, the worst you can do is lie. Am I on your list? Can't imagine why I would be but I saw you seeing me over on my blog anyhow.


  6. Ha!
    Ill make sure that if you ever hold an interest in me it will be the last move on your fucking part.
    I promise you Mr. Executor.

    Next to that I WILL be helping anyone who need's help from Slender man or God forbid, need's help escaping you.


  7. Now I'm curious. Are Lucas and I on your list? If not... Well... I doubt you're not the only dream influencing freak on the planet. ^_^


  8. Yeah, for my post special emphasis must be placed on the, "your."

    Alternatively I'm just crazy which is a possibility I'm okay with accepting. Because that part is pretty much true even if the answer is, "yes."

  9. this man confuses me more than i could possibly understand. thankfully no dreams for me, don;t need another damn problem to add to my list

  10. Nekhs: I may watch your blog but it does not mean you are upon my list. It does not mean you are not upon another list. That is not my interest, however.

    Insomniatic Lullaby: Should you ever be on my list I doubt you would know, child. There has not even been a handful to those that remember me visiting.

    Lucas: No you are not upon my list as of now. I am not the only dream influencing being; but I am the only one with this job under Him.

    Curiosity Killed The Kat: Are you aware "this man" responds to the majority of his comments? You are not upon my list either as of now. Your dreams are you own problem; not my influence child.

  11. so.much.reading.
    felt like i was reading something the bourne supremancy for awhile XD
    well have fun dream corrupting there buddy

  12. Believe it or not mr.Executor my dreams are very well implanted in my head, I forget none of them, possibly because I have very few of them.

    asleep or not I have very few.

  13. Imperfectly Perfect: Fun bears no weight here. I know little of what you speak of.

    Insominatic Lullaby: You misunderstood my meaning. It matters little the amount of dreams you have, the hours of sleep you get. There are reasons why the Lady remembers; the less than a handful like her as well. You would do well to listen more carefully, child.

  14. I am no child.
    And I listen damn fine.
    Thank you.


  15. Insomiatic Lullaby: You are all children to Him. To myself just the same. I only give you a suggestion. Do with it as you please.

  16. The Mad Ventriloquist saw this movie once where these people were teleporting all over the place and they fought in the coliseum and ran around the world and there might have been a bus involved and he's forgotten where he was going with this.

    The Mad Ventriloquist wonders if the executor only deals with dream dreams or if he can influence other stuff. Like drunken hallucinations. Not that The Mad Ventriloquist believes he's on any list. But he is curious.

  17. seriously? rent a bouncy house to loosen up. Make sure its a good one though.... its terrifying being inside a deflating bouncy house :o

  18. How many of these do I get to Hunt?

  19. @Prosper; If his patience is anything like mine, probably plenty of them. My heart goes out to you, Executor. Dealing with imbeciles on top of dealing with what you do. I'd have an army after each and every one.

  20. I am an imbecile???
    Cool :D
    Fine by me ;) Only planning on becoming a librarian anyways so imbecile can be my super librarian name, with a costume!!!

  21. As rarely as I comment here (not wishing to encourage a "professional" sadist like Executor), I have to say, for someone who wants to be a librarian, you certainly don't have much respect for the written word, Imperfect. To first imply that Executor was longwinded and then compare him to pulp fiction drivel like one of the Bourne books... well the only way it might have been more insulting is if you'd compared him to Dan Brown. I would not want to visit the library where you plan to work. I'm not certain there'd be anything worth reading in it.

  22. ^^Agree completely. You have to respect eloquence. And call The Executor what you want, he's at least eloquent and well versed.

  23. each to his own opinion, and your not for certain who i am or how i look. so if you do pop into a library i could be there.
    and yes i respect this man's writing... if he is a man, idk.
    it's why i watch him, and i never read a bourne book. closest thing to an action packed novel i've read was maze runner.

  24. The Mad Ventriloquist: Yes I can. I watch you on my personal time but you are not on my list; yet.

    269: You hunt her hence you hunt them. Are some of these mingling with her? You hunt those that are; you have your list. Enjoy it, pet.

    Mystery Cultist: You are such a treat; visit me more often before you get caught up in family affairs.

    That Damned Yankee: You are quite the treat as well; how I am so very interested in giving you a visit on my own personal time.

    Imperfectly Perfect: My, my you do so well at making yourself look ignorant and foolish. Typing this to you pains me alone, such a waste of my precious time to make my copy do such. I'll say this, girl; get out. Your attention seeking behavior influences none and only serves to take up space. Further idiocy will result in deletion. You insult my position by posting your teenage nonsense, child. If you reply to this I suggest it be with "I understand"; otherwise expect no acknowledgment or the comment to be removed. Future comments that bear no weight will be removed; comments worth acknowledging will be left and perhaps answered. Keep in mind the guidelines I have set for you and others like you upon My page. Good evening.

  25. ... What do you mean about my family?

  26. Mystery: Give it a few days. You will see.

  27. i really don't want to ask you this but you seem the expert type.
    what are the ones that follow him called. the willing? i've only ever seen them in black.
    i need their name

  28. ThyExecutor. I have seen many die, and many live. Some take life for granted. You seem to see the value of life, yet you take it so easily?

  29. Sounds very exciting. The thrill seeker in the depths of my mind awaits anxiously.

  30. This guy, huh? I see no threat with some "proxy" who wants to be a librarian. I don't give a shit if I'm on a proxy's most wanted list, you don't seem to be the assassin you say you are in my eyes. But, I'll take it alllll back...If you can tell me my name.

  31. Curiosity Killed The Kat: Your fellow kind calls them many things; default is known to be Proxies. Within His proxies vary those from being willing to being hollowed. Might I suggest you do your research more thoroughly?

    John The Dreamer: Life is valued when He sees it of value. My personal views bear no weight here.

    That Damned Yankee: It is a pity you will unlikely recall our mingling minds when the time comes. Perhaps I'll reconsider such.

    CML: You bear no weight for you are not upon my list; therefore my interest in you is none which leads me to say your name is not important to learn. You are not on anyone's most wanted list for obvious reasons, do not regard yourself so highly; it is unflattering. I do not wish to take personal time on the likes of you; it feels like an insult upon myself to have a copy type this to you. I am going to direct you now to what I last said to Imperfectly Perfect; for you seem to fit the same criteria. You should pay more attention, child; I never claimed to be an assassin. Do your homework and leave your incorrect dribble elsewhere. My guidelines applied to Imperfectly Perfect now apply to you. I will not repeat myself; you will read them yourself or further communications will be deleted or not acknowledged. Farewell.

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