0.8

The Lady began screaming from her room. When I entered I found her curled upon the floor where I had left her.

I slipped into her mind and found her encountering one of the memories I forced out upon our first crossing. The boy was there again and she was but a child. Intrigued I watched from a tree as the dream replayed itself over.

They two of them were within a park. The field far from the playground the other children played at. Frolicking within the field they explored. I detected little to be unstable of her then and suspect this was where her instability began. I found myself correct at the lurking presence that followed the two.

It was He who I serve that stalked the pair as they examined the wildlife around them.

It was He who stepped from the treeline and wrapped a tentacle around the boy's leg.

It was He who dragged the boy away.

It was she who screamed bloody murder and tried to catch up only to be left behind in failure.

Intriguing. I know who this boy is, Lady of the Shade. He is your proxy. He is the one you have called Mr. Sunshine.

Remember this you little thing of flesh and feeling. Remember his face. Remember the face you failed to save.

Is this one of the causes that motivates you to protect? To act as their "shield", if you will. Is this why your heart is conflicted between expanding and remaining shielded? Let us find out.

The female began mumbling incoherently; tucking herself further into a ball. Mental anguish outweighing any physical torture we could ever do to her; that would be tested. This will be useful, however. Shall we explore further on this later, Lady?

I left her to her dreams. A brief six minute intermission; now I return to wasting time until the five hours have passed.

0.7

Known identity: The Shady Lady
Other aliases: Lady of the Shade, (The) Lady, Shady, (The) First, (The) Caged One
Location: New Jersey
Abducted: 2:48 AM
Current location: Unknown-Captured
Current status: Alive-Injured-Worsening
Captors: The Executor, The Advocate, Proxy 269
Objective: Extract information-Make an example

Personal belonging(s): Cellphone (which was found taped to her chest), pocket knife (strapped to her wrist initially)

The female remains defiant. Upon transferring her to a chair she managed to bruise my jawline through the mask. I proceeded with electrocuting her with a reasonable voltage. The Lady refused to speak or address my questions. I increased the voltage but no affect was made. I continued a steady increase until a change was shown.

The thing began rocking itself back and forth and muttering incoherent sentences. Upon approaching and looking her at eye level she reacted; violently. Lurching forward and screaming the following:

"May you fucking burn!"

I reacted with grasping her throat and slamming her back against the chair. She remained without breath until her body calmed itself and awoke at my call.

I noticed her hands making twitching movements; flexing in the manner asylum patients have been known for. Intriguing. I have become interested in determining if she had previously encountered such a place.

Delving into her mind proved to be another war all its own. Imaginative little thing. Prior to her I had yet to encounter a human capable of this kind of control. It is almost worthy of sympathy how well it contains the emotions begging to be let out. Again I say almost.

Shock treatment and mental probing continued back and forth until I exhausted her some and was able to access further into her mind. Upon getting there I encountered the female; only it was not quite her. I suspected this was the Caged One she refers to in her own writings. It shook its head slowly as I came forward; then snarled something less human. It said the following:

"Not this day when We still remain strong and functioning.

Continue your path forward and We will crush you.

Crush you.

We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll crush you. We'll fucking destroy you!"

Her mind became unstable; I left. I found her body having a seizure when I returned. Suspending further interrogation I issued five hours of undisturbed rest.

We. Intriguing. I have come to the conclusion this female is in a constant struggle between stability and instability. Past verses Present; a battle for purposes I have yet to determine.

I suspect this has to due with her suppressed memories. The Caged One appears to be guarding them.

Upon looking over the room I noticed she managed to dent the metal table we previously had her on. The arms of the chair were loose as well. The violent force the Lady is capable of producing will do well once she has been made into an example.

The Advocate will begin first in five hours. I expect physical torture will have a better effect on her state of mind upon first waking. The female continues to reject my presence with her sensitive mind. It should change after her mind has become used to my presence; therefore allowing me more time and places to access.

Those who are known closely to her should be grateful to not bear witnessed to the brutality this little thing is capable of. I am quite surprised she has not willingly given herself over to Him. It would seem these thoughts of interrogation will be put to use against her. I amuse myself over the thought of how the female will react when her own methods are used against her. I will be informing the Advocate of physical methods that may be useful. His current record of creativity in these things makes me think he may already have a list of options. I do believe he will enjoy what I have found, however.

For now I am left going over what I already have discovered. The pieces to this thing's puzzle are only a few out of the whole. The Lady's resistance is not helping to make things easier. The simplicity of sending her into mania is great; even with the control she maintains; even with the Caged One to fall back upon.

We resume in less than five hours.

Say what you will while you have my time.

0.6

Known identity: The Shady Lady
Other aliases: Lady of the Shade, (The) Lady, Shady, (The) First
Location: New Jersey
Abducted: 2:48 AM
Current location: Unknown-Captured
Current status: Alive-Injured-Worsening
Captors: The Executor, The Advocate, Proxy 269
Objective: Extract information-Make an example


Since the capture of the Lady we have been working without breaks. That being said it is quite nice to wash my hands off and tell you all things are going well. The stubborn thing continues to fight even through its screams.

Intriguing note: It refuses to scream fully. Rather willing to bite off its own tongue than open its mouth. I am interested in seeing how long it will take until one of the two occur.


Extracting information has proven itself less effective to its damaged mind. The Lady's memories are suppressed more than initially expected. She laughed mentioning something regarding a layered mind before The Advocate took my place.

Which leads me to being here with this update.


No negotiations.


Your questions may or may not be answered depending on them.


You have little time now unless you wish to wait until my next round of interrogation is through. Afterwards the Lady will be in the Advocate's hands until she has lessened her resistance. I will be overseeing the process so that nothing of necessary value is permanently lost. We cannot make a proper example if a leg is missing or vital organ.

0.5

Hello Lady of the Shade. Does your head feel a little different? Maybe now you can focus. So many thoughts. So overwhelming. Still sane, however. Intriguing.

How do you like paranoia? Know it well, I hear. I saw. I felt. Tamed it, have you? Tamed a lot of things. That beast is one hell of a bitch. I doubt that cage could have contained it for long. You hold back a lot of things, don't you? I know. I felt them. I saw when you had initially awoken. The look within your eyes spoke a thousand words.

On another note: Were you happy to see the sun this morning?

 

 

See you soon, fair Lady.

 

0.4

ex·ec·u·tor

n.

1. A person who carries out or performs something

 

 

The lot of you seem to be confusing me to be an executioner. You are incorrect. Think business.

I deliver messages.

I deliver orders.

I plant seeds.

I observe.

I assist colleagues, rarely.

I order assistance from colleagues, rarely.

I execute selected targets and prey, rarely.

I obtain information, selected ones, and objects.

My tasks vary. I am His Executor. I would not be here after all these years if I was not good at my job. I am a man that is good at what he does. Remember that.

 

I have a job to do.

 

Questions have been closed temporarily.

0.3

Am I confusing you, Dreamers? Am I confusing you colleagues? Am I confusing you onlookers as well?

How rich. I already am getting puzzled questioners wondering why I answer the way I do. I am not one of your mindless proxies. I have more personality compared to an Operator. I am self aware, my position is known. I am a puppet, His pawn. I live to serve Him. Before Him life was a bore. My colleagues irritate me. The runners irritate me. The fighters are stubborn but intriguing. My Master is unpredictable but predictable all at once. I have been his messenger for a while now, his filing cabinet. I take little enjoyment in my tasks. Fooling with the Dreamers is close enough to being fun.

Do you wonder why? Imagine your years spent with the same look, the same age. Nothing changes. Constantly you are stuck with the same mindless followers. The same hopeful runners. Fighters die, rarely do they ever amount to anything. Dreamers are the only ones who change. I do not change. I do not know how to change. My position is set in stone and I walk to where I am needed to go.

My apathy towards all is that of a man who fears no consequences but expects them no less. Do not be fooled into thinking I have any sympathy for you simpletons. I am a man that is good at what he does. That is all there is to it and to me.
 
Any questions? Make them quick. You do not understand what kind of work load I deal with. The list never shortens. Remember that.

0.2

The first child this week was a young boy, seven years old. He slept and dreamed of a puppy. I gave him the puppy, a little thing he will never forget.

The second child this week was another boy, a teenager this time. He was seventeen, one of those kids who thinks because he can play an instrument he is instantly a rock star. He dreamed of being one and I was his manager, he signed the contract and with it himself. The second implant done away with.

The third child this week was a girl by the age of ten. Her dream was of a Disney movie she had just watched that night. I offered to rescue her from the tower, she agreed. Another implant completed.

The fourth child this week was a boy, fifteen years old. He dreamed of a pretty young thing he was crushing on. Wishing nothing more but to claim her as his own. I put my arm around him and whispered just how to make her his. Without hesitation he obeyed and took her within his embrace. Another implant done away with.

The fifth child this week was a girl, sixteen years old. She dreamed of drama others had given her that, wishing for revenge through her tears. I gave her a gun, she shot every one of them. Another message implanted.


You may be wondering what I am implanting, it is simple really. I cannot enter your dreams without becoming apart of them, that would send off alarms through-out your body that there was an intruder. I must play along until the message has completed its transaction. I do so enjoy it, the wild to tame things you all dream of for hours on end.


That does not explain what the implant is, does it? It varies from person to person. A seed to some, a message to another. Something subconscious to act upon or remember, even to think up at some point. It's like planting a bomb, all I have to do is sit back and wait for it to go off.


At times it is extracting information while I play to your dreams tune, the lot of you are unaware and never wake while I take what I am instructed to and wish. Those more aware will interrupt the process by jolting themselves awake, it is troublesome. Takes much more time. The sensitive can be in pain at times, which is when restraints are necessary.

Best to stay asleep, children. Waking up you may spot something you wish you had never seen.


Sincerely,
The Executor