- ARRIVALS -

Got off at the airport... christ the place smells like shit. But i felt my calling here... plus that and my work in New York was going to well to be allowed to be interupted by meddling police. The mighty Hathian mm.. torn up streets, decadent people, vicious gangs, and so many nobodies to blend in with. Satisfactory.
I got a cab up to the motel, The Master Bates... had abit of trouble getting out of the cab, the driver was abit grabby. So i broke his fingers. The room i was given wasnt too shabby, still looked like fuck though, admittedly it had a comfier bed than my old residence in the factory up at New York... but i missed the darkness and the sounds of the furnaces- plus the was always a comforting heat with all of that, i always loved fire. But, i dont come here lightly... apparently that fucking elder sister of mine is here too, somewhere, and she'll be the next one on my list in time... but first some blood must be shed... ive missed my glove so much... and only then can the fun truly begin. During the day, i did manage to meet a few people that knew my sister, a man called Xan for instance... i'll need to watch him carefully
Tomorrow i'll begin the reconstruction of my glove, got enough tools with me to keep it working for now, but it'll need new blades and joints fitted, getting abit jerky with bloodrust. Anyway, thats me for the night

Scarecrow.

- RECONSTRUCTION -

I found it, oh BLISS i found my haven. A large factory not far from the motel, just round the corner infact. Its large, dark, abandonned, and tucked away despite its size. it didnt take me long to move into there, luckily i found some old tools still lying around and i got to work on reassembling my glove... god i missed it so, the thrill of wearing it, slashing and stabbing its so liberating. In total, it took me several minutes to bend the pieces back into shape where they buckled, half an hour to clean the joints and replace the screws... and then the fun part, reattaching the blades. The grimey old things have seen so much they've gotten jagged and bloodstained- i never clean them, reminds me of the old familiar faces. As i attached the metal to the leather glove... i couldnt help but shudder as i slipped it on my right hand and flexed, letting the clack of the metal fingers ring out as i flicked my hand open, those evil blades looked like they were lined with shark teeth. The one time i truly stopped to admire them in a long while... reminds me of the first time i made them, when the blades were chrome and razor sharp... i felt so much pride in it as i saw my own reflection in those mirrored knives.
Still.. wasnt just the blades i was reworking. My face too demanded attention. The lenses of the goggles were fine, but the filters were shot... that took a long while to fix, had to find replacement parts for them and that was fucking ridiculous. No matter... because as i write this im sat on a furnace, loving the sensation of having my face back finally.. not having to put up with the fascade i put on when i was without it. Anyway, must go.. big days are coming, and i will have much to tell.

Scarecrow

- TWO BIRDS ONE GLOVE -

The people here know their place it seems... and are responsive to the call. I am glad, not all are beyond willingly coming into my embrace- as proved by two delightful young women on the 4th of october, 2009. A prostitute and a young girl, at the time i knew not their names... but i called to the prostitute, initally only wanting her. She came quickly to the calls of my blades as i scratched them across the brick wall... and i moved quietly behind her as she came into the alley, before slashing her back wide open. As the blood splattered and her screams came, so too did my second little victim. Brave, but foolish... running at me she got a chestful of my glove and collapsed... that was genuinely amusing. I wished to pass a message to the prostitute and the girl, which i believed they, like everyone else i meet will recieve.... that the only thing to fear, is fear herself... and i RELISH seeing that in my prey, the look of pure terror in their eyes, before i leave them to bleed out or remove the said eyes entirely. I left before police came, but i didnt wish to kill them, merely make them scared, let them know that i was there in the dark, in their nightmares.
The same applied to a younger girl, i would say of the age 15 maybe? She too heard my blades and came to me like a good girl. She fell under my blades... and i slashed, slashed, slashed and SLASHED.. Blood flying everywhere as my fingerblades just cut through her skin like it was nothing. The children are always so much more tender than the adults. Its refreshing sometimes. I almost took her life... i felt it drain the moment i buried by blades in her chest... but she still lives. Perhaps i will meet her again one day. Only time will tell.
It wasnt long after i got back to the foundry, got changed and left again that i discovered the reports on the internet, filed by a 'Officer Sweetwater' pretty name for a cop mm? The women were called Tamar Boram (the prostitute) and Sophie Milton- the child however, was called Harley Hart. If the police are this 'quick' then the coming weeks will be VERY thrilling... the reports are here: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=3000 viewtopic.php?f=24&t=3001 and will be a fun read if i get bored.

Scarecrow

- TRINITY -

What. A. Night. once or twice have i ever gotten so gore hungry... i just couldnt get enough. My claws by the end of the night were literally dripping with the crimson fluid of life that i love to see spurt from people's throats. My first victim was a young librarian called Delina Lubezki... now this was an interesting girl- something about me, drove the woman wild.. revealing herself to me, she thought i would take her body and claim it in the primal way... and i would.. but MY way. She reached for my face.. trying to pry it off to see the mask beneath, but i wouldnt allow it, and I cut her to ribbons.. her excitement built initially, untill she felt all four of my talons at once.. buckling to the ground i could see her in a mix of pain and pleasure, that i too found fascianting. I left her to the mercy of the world around her with the message "Pain and Pleasure" which i felt summed her up perfectly.
Now. The second Vicitim... the perhaps no longer future mother, Agnieszka. I found her alone behind the chapel of love, by this time, i had learnt of a Specific police officer following my trail, Senior officer Paul Gomes... and i wanted to leave him a message and present to let him know i knew. Probably one of my messier victims to date... the immediate area i DRENCHED in her blood, and i got splattered with enough of it to deem pleasent. She had one of those bodies i loved, the kind that felt like biting into an apple when i tore into her, oooh i smile now thinking about it. I left, but returned not long after... for my thrid victim- Officer Geroff Hienrichs, who was invesitaging the slashes i had left on the wall when i closed in on Agnieszka. He was FIERY! Slow, but fun.. as i sliced and stabbed, i could feel his heart thundering as he squeezed off shots at me... two of which i recieved, one in the arm, the other in the side... took me half an hour to get them both out with a pair of pliers before i could bandage them up. I would of gutted him like a petty trout if i had enough time... but Gomes showed up. I do hate leaving my art unfinished.. but it either that or get shot up, and i cant have that. Yet. So i bolted quicker than shit through a goose.
As for the reports, here they are. Delina: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=3010 Agnieszka: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=3011 and Geroff: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=3012
Thats it for tonight.

Scarecrow

- HEAR NO EVIL, SPEAK NO EVIL, SEE NO EVIL -

This one was fun. So much fun, espcially since i had my new blades fitted. Her body was a canvas, and my talons worked her over so well. A mexican, called Brenda Mendoza... from her smell and posture, i'd estimate she was new to the city, because she had no clue about her own environment, untill i dragged her into an alley and killed her. But now shes dead, shes got plenty of time to think about her mistakes and come to terms with them.
I'll always remember that face. The pure Horror on that face, as she screamed out in her native tongue... she looked so innocent, and she had seen me for the monster i know i am... so after i cut her up and crushed her pretty head under the heavy lid of a dumpster, i removed her eyes, tongue, and ears... so she would not know me in her dreams. She didnt Earn seeing me in her dreams.. she put up no resistance. I found the autopsy report and i could help but feel proud- i think i should send the coroner a present for being so accurate. The autopsy is here: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=3015
I left the message on the wall for my fan, Gomes, to find. I only hope he appriciates it. still, times are rolling, and i have things i need to do... i have four bodies i need to get ready for the Police. Shit, im out of wrapping paper.

Scarecrow