If there is only one thing that anyone needs to remember, including myself, its to not let anything ever take what hope you have away from you. That is how they get you in the end.
Never loose hope
Never give up
Keep going no matter what
I shall keep the solace for you, for whenever you need it.
I am so sorry Aya "Virginia". May your sacrifice never be in vain. Here's to you, rest in peace.
It will be difficult without all of my records to accurately piece every day together, so most likely these posts are going to come as groups of days, but I suppose this might weed out some of the unimportant details.
Now, as I am sure you can imagine, going to the law enforcement with this type of problem doesn't often yield with the outcome you had hoped for. Needless to say, I didn't retrieve too much of an overwhelming reception to my story, what with tall men and creepy girls stalking me. I could only imagine how many of these type of claims they had to deal with regularly. It wasn't until I started getting into the finer details of what had happened and showed the mark on my arm, that one of the near by officers showed interest in me.
As I was leaving the station, disheartened, this particular officer pulled me aside for a moment and introduced himself to me. He went by the name of Officer Kristov and made you feel intimidated just by being in the same room as him. He was a rather large and well built Russian man and was the type of individual who believed a war that has long past been resolved, was still in effect. There are two problems with this picture however, one being that he was considerably too young to have been in any of said wars, and two, any reference to "The Motherland" was relating to himself. He was an interesting character to say the least.
However, all of this aside he did pleasantly surprise me with his genuine interest in my case. I still don't know to this day if it was a look of excitement or fear when I showed him the mark on my arm, but continued to go on about how similar situations to mine had been happening in the area, and he had been looking into it. He then assured me that I had his full backing and that if anything suspicious at all were to happen, be it another sighting, email, or something worse, to get into contact with him right away, in any way that I could. He said by asking for him personally would do, but stopped and even gave me a private number to use if I needed to get in touch with him right away. This was both unnerving but the same time it instantly gave me a sense of security for the first time ever since this started happening.
From there on out, after a few abrupt and random calls from Kristov himself, we developed a sort of report system where, about every day or so, I would tell him a basic summary of the day, and more importantly if there was anything out of the ordinary that stuck out. Oddly enough I had not heard from this "Brainy" since meeting with Kristov, and it may have been due to me not being as paranoid of everything around me, but everything seemed to die down. That is of course, until the morning of the 18th, when out of nowhere I received this email:
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From: justabrainyone@gmail.com
To: xxxxxx
Subject: xxxxxx
*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhh* Kristov, really? >_<
You should know better than that by now silly man. =3
Seems like someone is half awake in a fake empire. =P
Oh welllll, you will learn soon enough I suppose ^_^
As always, have a tolerable day! =3
~Brainy
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Yes, it was another music reference, this time being a song called "Fake Empire" by the same band as always, The National. I had no idea what her deal was with this band of hers.
When I told Kristov about the email he didn't say too much, and was surprisingly not too vocal about it. However, that night and the following day I did notice that a police cruiser seemed to be patrolling near and around my streets a bit more often than what could be considered normal. When I asked Kristov about he he only replied with "It must just be a coincidence, I guess you should consider it a positive thing though."
Something was definitely up, but I probably was thinking that due to the fact that it had seemed like the email I had received was directed at Kristov himself, rather than myself.
Well, after much tedious (but necessary) work, I finally managed to setup and acquire a secure enough connection to the outside world. I owe a few favors... but that's beside the point. I now have a safe enough way to get caught up, for now at least. Not completely sure how long this will remain secure, but hopefully long enough for what I need.
If all goes well, which it rarely does, I should be able to get more content up and going now, and focus on the first year... unfortunately I have had one major set back that might hinder the usefulness of these records. Most my notes, daily records, pictures, as well as video had been either destroyed or stolen from me in the 100 day period of my hiatus.
This doesn't mean I won't be able to continue, however it does increase the importance of me recalling and recovering what has happened. It does mean though, that my posts wont be nearly as reliable and straightforward as before. Although stagnant, they did provide for a straightforward and factorial approach rather than having my thoughts and emotions dominate what I wrote. It doesn't help crying over spilt milk at this point, or in my case, blood. I will just have to make due, as well as anyone else who might need to use this blog as a reference.
With that said, I shall have my first post up tonight, as it doesn't make sense to waste any more time than I already have.
Well shit, has it already been over 100 days? Hm, well I guess I could also say "Wait, its only been 100 days since my last post?". Never thought I would find myself saying something like that, especially during the events of the previous year, not that time is an important as a factor as it used to be. From here on out its only really a matter of when.
Not that I care all too much about anything on this blog except for why I keep it, but for formalities sake I should clarify that I am still alive. This of course is not without some consequences as per usual. Regardless, I apologize to the one poor schmuck out there who was betting on my death.
That aside, I am safe and secure...for the moment, even though I 'm sure being connected to the outside world is now adding risk to my current well being. However, I now know for certain that the answer I am looking for is somewhere in those first 366 days. Most people would just stay offline and continue re-hashing what had happened away on a simple word document, I on the other hand need the connection. At this point I need every resource I have left available to me despite the dangers involved. That and...I did make a promise to do this blog for others, and I don't go back on my word so, for those special few, here you go. Though don't expect me to be wholehearted about it.
Now, for reasons that should be obvious to some of you, for my own safety I cannot simply write down all that has happened here in the past 100 or so days, or what there is to come. So now my efforts on this blog will shift mainly towards the first year. however if anything of significance comes up, I am sure I can make that exception, in order to be able to uphold my promise, as well as what's left of my sanity.
That's all for now, lets see how long I can ride this thing out.
Oh. Right. One last thing.
Mr. November?
I'm coming for your head you sick son of a bitch, and that's a fucking promise.
Looking back, if I had chance to change how I did things in the past year, it would have definitely been the following week. I made so many careless mistakes that, armed with the knowledge I have now, a lot of things could have been avoided. But... it doesn't help to dwell on such matters now, its all apart of the game, and everyone pays the price.
In the following week I did the last thing you would ever want to do in this game, and that is to succumb to the paranoia. At work, I refused to look at any of the safety mirrors, and eventually avoided looking in any reflective surfaces at all, just so I didn't have to have a split second glance of him. I started triple checking my locks at night, making sure the blinds were always down as well. After spending a solid twenty minutes on the line calming down the parents whose son pretty much told them he had a stalker after him, I was able to even get my parents to be wary of any suspicious activities.
I thought back to what this "Brainy" had said to me in her first email to me, "use my resources". So I thought to myself; "Fine, she wants to play that way? Then I'll show her and who ever she is working with my 'resources'." So the following morning on the ninth day, I took my case to the police. This is when I met Kristov for the first time.
I found out two things about the last club I had written in my notes.
It used to be a Funeral Parlor.
It is always chalk full of the most attractive people I have ever seen.
It just seems so suiting for some reason.
Anyways sarcasm aside, I did find out a few key factors of what I had been up to in the past week. First off, I am not sure how I was even allowed admittance into this club as it seemed they only let the most attractive people in Montreal enter. It was also very crowded, but sure enough after some time I bumped into a few people I apparently had become acquainted with.
It was hard to piece out much from all of the commotion, but from what I understood, I was looking for a particular person. Of course my first thought was The Baron, but my hopes were quickly let down when I learned I was looking for a Chester - something. He was some kind of go-between of The Baron's. By the end of the night I was able to figure out the following:
The Baron had apparently been so shaken up by Day 366 that he felt not only the need to flee all the way to Montreal, but to create a buffer for himself in the form of a go-between. This go-between I had to find at one of the bars in Montreal in order to get to The Baron. So... basically a wild goose chase. Great
After something like that, well frankly I needed sleep again, and sleep is what I got. Or tried to at least. The following morning I decided "The hell with it" and shot off a text to my crazy stalker essentially asking what she (she "sounds" like a she to me) wants, and what she was going on about. The response I got was...not what I was expecting. The message went as follows:
Im sorry hun, but I can't tell you any specific details by means of email for my own security =(. But ill tell you what, if you ever feel like you are overwhelmed, or that you really do want to find out more about what is going on, you just contact this number (-removed-), and ill come get in touch with you, alright? :) Have a nice day,
-Brainy~
It was...oddly comforting to say the least, but it put me slightly at ease seeing this tone of voice from my creepy stalker person.
Needless to say, I didn't look at the mirrors that day.
Today I found myself on the twelfth floor of a hotel on Montreal called "Zero1", the room number being 01 on the first floor. Zero 1201 marked my door, or otherwise 0 12/01. The thing is that I can't even tell if it was a sick joke of my own or by someone else, because the room was already paid for. This past week is only coming back to me in bits and pieces.
I had quickly assessed my surroundings and found that my camera was near by, so I took this photo:
It certainly had looked like I had been there for a while. I had old clothes on the floor, closets were open, old coffee sitting in the pot, and I looked worse for wear. Not only did I ache but it looked like I hadn't bothered to change when ever I had gotten to the hotel. When I got up to look at myself in the mirror, it looked like I had been a bar fight or two. Upon looking out the window to see where I was, it really wouldn't surprise me:
As noted, after looking up the hotel, I had soon found out I was in Montreal. Confused beyond anything, I quickly consulted my notes. From what I was able to piece out, I had finally gotten in touch with The Baron after all that had happened on Day 366. For some reason however, he needed to go into hiding somewhere a bit further than his den, aka going to Montreal. So a few days later I had made my way to Montreal and checked into the hotel, so either him or I had to have paid for it. My thoughts are on The Baron however, since it was a pretty expensive looking hotel:
The Lobby of Zero1
My notes didn't tell me much, outside of the fact that I have been here in Montreal for little under a week now. I apparently have been waiting for The Baron to get in contact with me. Either that or I have been trying to find him, I am not sure which. It looks like I certainly didn't waste the opportunity of being in Montreal however, as there are a list of phone numbers, clubs, and bars that I had been to in the last few days. The last one on the list being "Club 1234" I guess that is a good place to start once I gather myself up. I might find out something about what I have been up to. It looks like I have some time on my hands, so I shall upload a few more posts as to what has already happened as well.
