Little Girl

I talked to one of the people there. A young girl, looking like she's barely 12. She was wearing a dark dress & had a white bow in her long black hair.

"Oh, you are sad?" She said and tilted her head.

I stopped crying.

"What do you want? Who are you?"

"My name is Allison. I just wanted to make things better for you."

She then proceeded to kiss me on the forhead. I suddenly froze and all the sudden, I felt nothing. It was like I was drained of emotions.

Almost complete apathy.

I had a mark where she kissed me when I looked later in the mirror. It seemed to be there forever. I don't care, but I found it interesting.

I wanted to thank her, but she was gone out of my sight before I could. It was then that I went to the bathroom and saw the mark.

Huh, interesting...

To the location

I went to the address. It was some kind of place in the basement of a building. Kind of like the bar from Cheers. This place was a bit more gothic than that, but basically the same.

I went up to the door and knocked. The peephole opened, the person at the other side looked at me for a second and then yelled out "Plaguebringer"

I wasn't sure what he was referring to, perhaps this place has categorization for people.

Anyway, he welcomed me in and in there were a bunch of people. Including a person I recognized, myself.

That Skyles person, in my form.

I was gonna approach him, but decided not to be in the way and just sat down.


I don't know...
This girl who got me here.
She just kind of got to me.

I just wept in the corner.

Some girl!

I was about to find my next target when I was approached by a woman. She had long black hair and looked pale as a ghost.

"Hey" She said.

I was about to just kill her, because she was in my way when I stopped in awe at what she said next.

"How's it going Cyra?"

She knew my name. How really odd, I was almost shocked.

"H-How do you know my name?"

"That's not important. But I know you, I know your type. You're hurt."

"No what makes you think that?"

"A once beautiful popular girl turned into an disease-ridden monster? That would make anyone hurt"

...

She was right. I don't know her, but dammit...

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, I was just going to invite you to a get-together. A place where you can be around people such as yourself. People who have been hurt, been lonely"

"Hmmpf"

"Come here Cyra, you have so much potential for something better"

She handed me a card with an address and then left.

...

Her voice was so soothing, so sincere. She knew my name.

My curiosity has been sparked. I'm going there.


 ~Cyra
 ~Plague Girl 

DING DONG C IS DEAD

Oh it seems that C is dead.

Compliments of the Plague Girl. She was actually not that hard to kill once she stayed in a form for long enough. I've known C since she was a little girl.

C was a girl, at least born one.

Makes sense since she usually stayed in a female form.

This Skyles person got really mad at me and tried to punch me. He turned into me, which was amusing.
Then I just left, left him alone in his misery.

I have other matters to attend to.

Fun matters.


CIAO ~! ◕ω◕

 ~Plague Girl

Hanging out with Skyles

I haven't encountered the Plague Girl in quite some time and it has been rather peaceful these past few days.

Me & Skyles went to the amusement park. It was fun, but xe freaked out at one of the roller coasters. It was hillarious to say the least.

Also, I got some tuna sandwiches ♥
I love them.
Tasty tasty tuna!

Anyway Skyles' changeling powers work differently than mine. Xe turns into whoever he touches, which is why he looks like me.

That has to be annoying and make sex a bit weird.

Skyles is a bit ehm...what's the word, gothic or emo. Considering what recently happened I'm not surprised, but judging by xer recent post I seem to have managed to cheer xer up.

That's good

Skyles

So after a person next door left, I decided to go over there to check if things were ok. I don't like getting attached to people, but I'm naturally curious.

It was a little kid, he looked sad and was just staring into nothing. He was wearing over-sized clothing.

"Hey kiddo, everything alright?" I asked as I walked in.

"Huh?" The kid said and looked up.

"Are you alright, I heard screams from next door"

"Ye-Yeah, I'm alright"

I went to him and hugged him. It was then that his body transformed into my body image. Right in front of me this little kid turned into a white black haired girl.

I was confused there for a second.

"Fuck!" this person said "Alright, don't freak out!"

I stayed calm, this was self-explanitory. I was in fact happy.

"You're a changeling!"

"Huh?"

"I'm a changeling."

"C?"

"Yeah! Skyles?"

"Yeah"

We started talking. I hadn't read his recent posts but apparently Emma left. Emma being Skyles friend that xe traveled about with.
After a bit of talk, we decided to stay together at least momentarily.

If anything having another changeling at hand gives me advantage.

I hope.

Well Omega's dead

The Plague Girl attacked me & Omega. Omega sadly didn't survive that. She killed him, blew out his intestines with disease.

That didn't last long.

I've come to not get overly attached to my fellow travelers, it leads to sadness. Sadness is something I do not want, at all.

I fled and am now safe-ish in a hotel. I don't know where exactly. I've been hearing a lot of screaming from next door.

I wonder what is going on there.

The plague bitch has found me!

The Plague Girl has found not only me, but also this blog. Which means I will kind of have to limit the amount of stuff I will reveal here. I mean, if she reads it then my plans instantly become useless. So don't expect me to tell you my plans in advance.

She found me and I changed form shortly after, but because she saw me transform from an old man to a young caucasian black haired woman. So that didn't even guarantee me safety.

"Why C, why do you have to run from me my darling. I just want to have some fun with you"

I started to slowly seem to get some sort of cough, I started to cough blood as she approached me.I could barely breathe and for a second there I thought I was going to die as she reached out to grab me.

It was then that I was saved.

Yes, you read correctly.

It was a white haired guy, very light-skinned and wore a sweater-jeans combo. He ran up to the Plague Girl and sliced her hand off with his sword.

It was kind of gruesome as various fluids oozed out of her wound, part of her hand falling to the ground.

He was quick to grab my hand and run off with me. Not wanting to die at the hands off the Plague Girl I decided to leave with him.

We are currently...somewhere, not telling.

"Thanks" I said as I panted from all the running.

"No problem, the plague girl had that coming from miles away"

"You know of her?"

"Yeah...been a runner for a while now. I actually think I'm the longest surviving one"

"How long?"

"I've been running for years now...stopped counting"

"Who are you?"

"I don't really remember my name, it has been so long...I call myself Omega"

"Omega, interesting name!"

"Thanks"

We rested there.

Omega seems cool, I think having him on my team will prove to be good.

The Plague Girl, bane of my existance

Plague Girl is really getting on my nerves. I've been running for six months and no before you make your little joke I haven't been running continiously for six months.

How does the Plague Girl look like?

Imagine a slender looking girl...about 19 years old or something, maybe older I don't know...now give her really dark hair and very gray skin with black spots all over wearing some sort of black cloak.

That would be the Plague Girl.

What is she? For the people that don't know about Fears...let me educate you!

Fears are eldritch beings, almost god-like entities that are representations of the various fears of humanity. The Plague Girl is a the fear of sickness & helplessness or at least that's how it identifies itself.

I awoke today in the body of an old caucasian man, grey hair. My clothing changes as well when I change forms. How? I got no clue, I guess the universe doesn't like seeing an old man in a mini-skirt.

These bones are brittle, but thats how I feel today.

I feel old.

I don't even know my age. I don't know my gender or how I used to look. Not that I care about any of that any more. Gender has become a meaningless concept in my eyes and frankly either gender I find fine, I guess it comes with being a changeling for so long.

I went to the store to buy a cane, you know...for walking.

Safety is something I don't tend to worry about after I change forms. It takes the Plague Girl a while to figure out who I am after transforming.

I think thats the only reason I'm still alive.

~C

Running

Alright, one thing that maybe needs to be known about me is that I'm actually not one person as in terms of identity. I'm many people if you look at it like that.

I change a lot, transform from one form to another depending on my mood. Gender, biological age, race, look and all that jazz just changes based on how I feel like at any given moment.

Currently I'm a dark skinned teenage girl with black hair.

This body suits me well at the moment, such is the extent of my "ability", every body suits me at one point or another.

To answer your question that you may be asking yourself. Whether I'm a runner or not, I'm a runner so don't worry I'm not some sadistic servant or something.

I'm running from the Plague Girl.

Vicious fear, hot...but vicious.

~C

Introduction

It began as something so simple, because doesn't it always?

I might need to introduce myself, but in blogs like these from runners & servants alike it has become such a cliche and a security risk to share too much info.

I won't be using my real name for example.

You can call me C, it's much simpler than anything else I could come up with.

I'm not good with names & frankly I don't feel like I need an identity beyond that anyway. Not these days at least.

I'll tell you more later.

If I feel like it.

~C