On the move

Well, we had to leave that hideout. Bill Dawson blew it up. Me, Daniel, and Will were the only people who didn't die. Daniel ended up fighting with Dawson and Silvermist. I was gonna join in, but the Rake came out of fucking no where and attacked me. I ducked into the Streams of Destiny and grabbed my sword. I came back and fought it, but it was way too quick for me. It got me a few times before turning and charging at Daniel. By the time I got there, both it and Dawson were gone.

We split up with Wilson after that. After that, I had to help Daniel bandage his arm. He was possessed by a Dying Man shard named Black Vice, and ended up shooting himself in the shoulder. Silvermist devoured Black Vice, so I can tocuh him without getting possessed. He also got his arm cut up by the Rake, so his arm is pretty much useless right now. And a while ago, he went out and came back with it almost crushed. I asked him what happened, and he said he didn't want to talk about it and that “Gordon says hi”. I read about it on his blog earlier. Damn that Star Spawn creep!

We decided to go ahead and make our way back to LA using the Streams Of Destiny, but things didn't go well. As soon as we got there, Daniel freaked out.

“We have to leave,” he said, staring into the horizon.

“Why?” I asked.

“I can feel something,” he said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I don't know, but it's not good,” he said.

I felt it too after that. It was powerful. More powerful than me or Daniel. We left, and we aren't going back anytime soon. We're gonna travel on foot. For now, anyway. We'll figure something out later. I hope.