Nebraska

Well, Faceless and I are now in the great state of Nebraska. It's another part of the United States I've never been to or even read about, but it seems nice - if fairly rural-looking(then again, I'm a big city kind of guy, so seeing so many small towns is a bit of a shock to the system). We've found our way to a hotel in...well, I'm not sure where - but I'm finally able to get a shower and charge up this laptop. 

Again, I apologize for any silence on our end; it's just been days of driving and talking, mostly. I've been keeping quiet for most of the trip with Faceless, since well, I told her outright that I still don't trust her after the shit she's done with working for The Weaver. It's different with Collector in that he saved my life, but with her - I think I touched on this in an earlier post - I still don't know her, and thus, can't judge her based on what she's doing now. 

I know that must make me seem like a cold-hearted bastard, but look at it from my perspective; I've lost my best friend, my girlfriend, and in general, my life to this bastard and his mindless followers; it's going to be REALLY hard for me to trust someone who used to work for Him if they haven't proven their reliability. 

As for Collector - well, we all know what happened to him. I hope he's able to find us when and if he comes back. I know he says he will, but I don't know, for all of his powers, if he'll be able to come back from death itself again. I could be full of shit and such, of course, but I'm going to approach this with watchful waiting - really, it's all we can do right now. 

I'm going to go grab some food for Faceless and I - I may not trust her, but damn it if I'm going to be a total douchebag to her. I'll try to write again when we touchdown at the next destination we're headed to(wherever that is). 

Sebastian

Still alive

A lot's happened in the last few  days.

I don't have access to my laptop right now and I'm on my  phone so it's hard to write this up. When everything settles down I'll be able to sit down and type this up in full. Needless to say, things are very hectic right now. 

That, and sitting next to someone who I don't trust is still hard to accept. 

The Dream in full

I apologize for posting this later then expected, but I ended up sleeping longer then I wanted; being shaken out of a sound sleep by someone yelling in your ear is not a way I want to get woken up, thank you very much Jack. Needless to say, I was annoyed at him for most of the day - but it was nothing compared to the shit I've been through, so I let it go. After all, he did save my life - so I guess he's entitled to beat me up every now and then. 

Anyway, we're now back on the road, headed towards Maryland. I'm excited, because I've never actually been there - I hear that there's nothing around in the state, that it's pretty desolate, but still - it's somewhere I haven't been and it'll be an adventure, ontop of it! Bonus points to me since that adventure involves The Weaver. 


It took me a while to work up the courage to write this post, but I figure that I promised you folks I'd describe my dream in full, I should honour that promise; I don't really want the reputation of a liar and a two-face to go with the "crazy motherfucker" persona I already have from most of the people I knew back home. 

I was back in some kind of forest. But this time, it wasn't the same as the other dreams I've had - it was just all...black. The trees had no colour, the ground, nothing - it was just...black. Like I was looking at the world through colour-blind eyes. I just remember feeling a sense of panic, and I started running - hard. I mean, I was running so fast that my legs felt as though they were going to break off at any moment. I just knew I had to get away from..something, and that fear was driving me forward. 

I eventually stopped running, when I felt I was safe. I stopped and looked around - I was still in the forest, but now there was a mist that was closing around me. The mist was...wrong. It wasn't regular weather. I tried to get away, but it followed me wherever I went, and blocked my escape. I knew, I just knew - I couldn't walk through it to escape, so I had to stay still. 

And then He showed up. Right on cue, I see the suit and the tentacles come through the mist - not even walking, I remember; almost like he was gliding towards me. He stopped about 5 feet away from me and lifted up one of His...tentacle things, and extended it towards me. It stopped right in front of my face and it curled out - I could see then it was holding something. 

A pen. And the old, leather notebook that Lillith had wrote in. 

I looked up at His no-face again and just remembered shaking my head; I wouldn't do it, I wouldn't give in, I couldn't. 

And then...

Out of nowhere, He smiled. 

I'll never forget the smile as long as I live. It was just so fucking creepy. There's no image that would do it justice, so the best I can do is illustrate it with a bit of keyboard mixing: 

:> 

Sebastian

The Dreams

They're back, and they're getting fucking worse. 

I'm too tired and too scared at the moment to write about them, considering that I just woke up about fifteen minutes ago in a cold sweat. I've told Jack about it, and he doesn't seem the least bit surprised. I hope that this doesn't affect anything that we're doing, but if it does, I'm sure we will find out soon enough. 

I'll write up a detailed explanation in the morning...I really need to try to get at least a few hours of sleep. I can't really do much on 30 minutes or less - I'm not Jack(I swear, he never fucking sleeps). 

Sebastian 

Travelling.

I never really did much travelling before all of this shit went down, but now it's all we're doing. 

Driving and driving and driving. Thank God I bought some Gravol before we left town - carsickness on a trip like this would not be a good thing. I don't think Jack would like me asking him to roll down the windows to throw up every 15 minutes - I figure he'd be more likely to throw me out of the car head first at that rate. 

Anyway, as I write this we're currently stopped at a gas station...somewhere. I still don't know my geography, but right now I'm not too keen on finding out where I am - simply because it'll make me homesick. I still think about my parents and friends I left behind, but then I remember that if I go back, I put them all in danger. I'm committed to this now, and I'm going to see this through, no matter what it takes. 

For the record, my first post in this blog referred to "Collector"; I should clarify now that Jack is Collector, but he told me he prefers the name Jack - and since he saved my life, I felt it was only right I honoured his request. I hope anyone who reads this isn't confused, but now you shouldn't be - Jack and Collector are the same person. 

I do have to laugh because Jack's last post in his blog, Veil of Inquiry, mentioned how I was asking him so many questions and treated him like "the second coming of Christ"; Well, and this is for you, Jack - after all I've been through, it's hard for me not to have so many questions, especially when you seem to know a hell of a lot more then I do.

As for the "second coming" thing, the fact you were able, through some method that I have yet to understand, to make The Weaver disappear by shoving him does make me look in awe of you, somewhat - I will admit that. And shit, it's hard not to. 

Anyway, I'm going to power off my laptop - hopefully we get to a hotel soon because I need to charge it. 

Sebastian 

Lounging.

Jack and I are back on the move - I can't say where we are, but we touched down in America not too long ago. Funny, it's my first time being in the northern states - I never thought it would be under these circumstances - but hey, I'm going to at least pretend to enjoy myself during this time; I'm thinking of asking him to swing by NYC if we get the chance, but I doubt that we're heading in that direction - in fact, we seem to be driving further and further away from the Big Apple as we speak. 

As an aside, I am really glad I invested in one of these wireless cards. Means I can have Internet wherever we go - and let me tell you, running around the country can get boring fast - I mean, when nothing happens, obviously. 

We're on our way to meet up with Faceless, at least, I think we are - Jack won't say where she is, and that's fine; I just hope we aren't driving into a trap. Thankfully, even if we are, we won't run out of money any time soon; I've got about 2000 on my debit card(which I hope still works in America, if not, I'll have to rely on Jack's good will...ha ha.) and Jack - well, let's just say we can't spit without hitting money. I have no idea where he gets it all, but I'm not going to complain. 

I just wanted to give a little update as I've nothing better to do until we get to the hotel. 

Then I'm going to get some sleep. A lot of sleep. 

Sebastian 

On the Road

So, as an update to my previous post and introductions deal: 

Jack and I are in Niagara-On-The-Lake, which is a fairly close area to the American border. We're apparently heading towards the States, obviously, for a very strange reason that he decided to tell me about - we're going to get his girlfriend, who he affectionately calls 'Faceless'. 

Strange name, I have to admit, but whatever - I've heard stranger nicknames from other people I've known throughout the years. I mean, hell, for six years of my life I was referred to as S-Man by a few of my teachers for no reason at all - then again, those were the strange teachers. 

Anyway, enough of my babbling. We've stopped at a Days Inn here in NOTL and are just getting some rest, and by the look of things, we really did need it - after we met up at The Point, Jack and I acquired a vehicle and headed out(was a Ford Explorer - nice car.) 

I have to admit, the fact we're waiting here for his girlfriend really shows that she's important to him, or that she's important in the overall scheme of things that Jack calls "The Game". I'm still trying to understand what The Game is, but I do think it has something to do with The Weaver, obviously; Jack hasn't said much on the subject(he really hasn't said much at all, really - been too busy nursing his injuries; I bought him some ice-packs and that seemed to help).

I'm looking forward to meeting her, but I'm still cautious; understandably so, I think. This is a whole new ball-game(no pun intended) for me, and I need to know how to adapt. Jack saved me from Him, and as such, I'll stand at Jack's side through whatever shit this Game throws at him. 

Anyway, I'm going to get some rest; Jack always seems to have a lot of energy, but I sadly am not the same way. 

Sebastian 

Well, here it is.

As I promised, here is where I'll be talking about and sharing anything new that Collector and I come across during our collaboration together. I'm still somewhat nervous, to be honest - working with someone who comes off as aloof and mysterious as he does, but I'm hopeful - because let me tell you, he's powerful. 


I mean, he saved me from The Weaver at The Point - that should tell you something. And if helping him me even gives me a chance, a brief pause away from Him - then, shit, I'm taking that chance. No matter what I have to do. 


I'm still going to fiddle around with the blog's colours, so if any of you fine people have any ideas, feel free to let me know. Until then, know that I'm safe and sound - for the time being. 


Sebastian