OCTOBER 21, 2012

Log from October 21^st:

i dont have much time and i can barely work this website. thank you, to the 1 scarlet-marked who was still loyal enough to me to log on and give me access to this blog.

just commenting isn't cutting it anymore. i keep failing to really get your attention little robin. so i decided.

i know your in new york. you give everything away, its not hard to track you down. your so careful - well not careful enough. im coming to you, and if i drag along these marked with me, so be it. together we can take them, you just need the red cap inside you too.

and i'll get inside you, once i'm there.

thats a promise.

OCTOBER 16, 2012

Log from October 16^th:

THE PLAGUE DOCTOR BEDTIME STORY

I’ve broken my Hippocratic Oath;

My punishment is disease.

Dirty, infected with every ill,

Cut sickness out of me, please.

Lock me away in a sterile room

Will somebody find me a cure?

Can’t cope with this sickness anymore

So murder me, just to be sure.

OCTOBER 14, 2012

Log from October 14:

I found this, written on a notepad on my desk.

October 13:

I don't know what to think anymore. I feel like there's always something lurking under the surface, inside me. It's like...nausea? I mean, I think? I can't actually tell. I've never been sick, that I can recall.

Being sick is a human thing, and...I'm not human, exactly, I'm the Red Cap.

Not just a Red Cap, either. Somehow, I just know. I am the Red Cap. It's been inside me for years. I can't even guess as to how long...

I feel...unclean.

OCTOBER 9, 2012

Log from October 9^th:

This is a personal message, from me to any of the Scarlet-marked who may read this.

Please stop what you're doing and pay tribute. She's weak. Your dedication to serve is noble, and no one understands the need to do as she says better than I, but please.

She's hardly herself, anymore.

OCTOBER 6, 2012

Log from October 6^th:

The Mistress claims today is her birthday, "she thinks." She isn't positive. She says that the lack of certainty is beginning to make her ill; she's in a constant state of hunger and weakness that no amount of food or rest can soothe. I know exactly what she needs, but she won't allow me to give it to her. I offer to bleed for her, and she declines; she says the nosebleed is enough.

Perhaps it honestly would be enough, were she not starving herself. Every Scarlet-marked in the United States seems to be hunting Russ. I don't know how I feel about that.

On the one hand, her jealousy is a sign of how deeply she cares. On the other hand, her obsession is leading to this...self-harm.

...She doesn't even remember that she's jealous.

SEPTEMBER 25, 2012

Log from September 25^th:

I made a terrible mistake. The Mistress is...beyond furious, with me.

She is keeping a closer eye on me - perhaps that's the best thing to come of this. I know she won't leave... I only regret that I have that kind of insurance through such means.

However...she's sent so many Marked after Russ that I fear her hunger is neglected. She has regressed to that weaker state. I know for certain, now, that when she's like this, it's as though her memory is wiped clean. She can't recall what's been going; it's all a fuzzy haze.

She asks for Jack, and for Razzie. She asks what's been happening. She eats and sleeps, as I do.

It's...disgusting.

SEPTEMBER 24, 2012

Log from September 24^th:

soemtimes red got viscous

and tore people open like how Razzie would

that was for fun but not bcause she was angry

red is angry now

THE RAKE BEDTIME STORY

I don’t think that there’s a way of escaping

Can’t tell what’s louder; the whispers or scraping

And the wound that he put in my chest is just gaping

But at least I’m not raving mad.

Even as I run, there’s this voice in my ear

That’s kept me from rest for more than a year

Suddenly, the beast has made it so clear

The world knows me as a Maenad.