May you return satisfied to your rest.

He stepped out onto the roof and greeted me.

"Hello, Harold"

"Do you remember your name?" I asked.

"My name is Sergei Korchaviv. More commonly known as The Faceless Bastard."

I nodded.

"You ready?"

I nodded and pulled my guns out.

"To the death?"

"It wouldn't be right otherwise," I answered.

He nodded this time. I pointed my guns at him and he placed one hand on his mask the other holding his machete flung out to his left.

I fired and he darted to the right sliding his mask up. The birds launched outwards obscuring my view of him as they flew towards me. I shot at them rapidly thinning their numbers before they reached me. They struck and I dodged and fired. Then suddenly they retreated and he struck. I blocked his slash with my gun and brought my gun up to shoot him but he grabbed my wrist.

We stood like that, Face to Faceless, for a few minutes. Then the birds flew back in. I dropped backwards pulling him over me to block the attack and heard him hiss in pain as the birds unintentionally stabbed him with their beaks, I tossed him off quickly fired at the birds taking the last few out then rose getting on him before he could recover. I placed the gun under his chin as my other hand held his sword arm down. His lips twisted into a smile.

There was a catch. There was always a catch. I had known the catch going in. I knew the worst possible outcome. The worst thing that could possibly happen. I'd win.

I pulled the trigger.

Reborn.

I reached a room. It was immaculately clean. There was a table set up here. It had something on it. It almost seemed like an altar. Whatever was on the table had almost a holy feeling. This was an item of intense importance. I approached it. It was a mask. I picked it up. The ill feeling returned worse than ever before. Now I knew how to fix it though. Now I knew what had felt so wrong before. I wasn't missing something. I had gained something. Something I had not had for a long time. Something I wasn't supposed to have.

I  lifted my machete and stabbed it into my forehead. I had done this before. It had been with a knife then but the principle was the same. I slowly began to move the machete through my flesh. The ill feeling slowly fading. I finished and pulled away my face laying it on the altar. Almost everything was ready. With a sound like the ripping apart of universes I experienced the satisfying feeling of fullness. I placed the mask on my face. It was mine. The first I had ever had. I slid it up and suddenly my eyesight sharpened. I could again see through their eyes. Two of the birds flew out and landed on my shoulders. They weren't the real birds. Just a facsimile created by Jack. The real ones would never of allowed this to take place. On the other side of the room was a stairwell leading to the roof. I ascended the stairs to the door. On the door was the message: "This is how it was always meant to end."

I'm heading out on to the roof now...

Wish me luck

The ill feeling occurred again and I found out cutting myself makes it go away. I don't know why. There's still no blood from the wounds.

I reached the end of the path and there was a hospital. I entered and found the entire place covered in blood. There was a trail of blood leading in a certain direction. I didn't follow it though. There was something here first. Well there were two things. There was a mural on the wall. Chains of blood wrapped around an indistinguishable figure as lightning darted down from the sky. There was also a picture on the ground. It was a pictured of a woman holding a young child. There was a man in the picture too. At least I think it was a man. It had a very masculine physique but it's head had been cut out of the picture. I looked at the woman and child and my hand flew to my forehead. More flashes of memory. I saw the woman. Her mouth open in a scream. Her eyes wide with fear. In the edges of my vision black shapes rush towards her. Then the child. He was looking up at... Me? If these are my memories.

I'm going to follow the trail now.

After my last post I knelt down and retched for a couple of hours. I couldn't throw up though. It felt like there was something in my stomach that refused to come out. I felt so sick I couldn't take it. I took my knife and placed it against my stomach I wanted to stab whatever was in there or end it all. I'm still not sure. The moment the blade began to pierce my skin though I started to feel better and soon I felt fine.

I didn't bleed. The wound didn't bleed at all.

This... Confuses me... But part of me says this is normal.

There was a wooden path past the messages and I followed it. I'm still following it.

It's very long. The part I'm standing on now is going over a lake. I can't touch this lake. I can't drink from this lake. I know this. I don't know how. Memories pop through... but they don't make sense. I remember a tall man in a suit wearing a mask. I remember a monster and a city... Both defy description. I remember sitting in a room and talking to a fat man... There was a symbol... Like a triangle inside another triangle inverted. I know the symbol... Something about angels... Angels aren't nice. I don't like angels...

I think I'm rambling now. I'm going to continue following the path now.

Woke up feeling refreshed. Took better stock of my location and status.

I seem to be in a scorched field of some kind. I seem to have all my arms and legs.

I also seem to have a head and no grievous injuries. No minor injuries either actually. Regardless I feel like there's something off... I feel like I'm missing something.

I did a quick look around the perimeter of the burnt area and found something. A message written in the dirt. "Two killed bye a lie." There was another message a little further on. It was a heart with initials in it like one would see carved into a tree. DN+SK there was a familiar blade stabbed into the middle of it. I took the blade. It feels right in my hand.

I... I feel ill.

I woke up a few moments ago...

How long was I asleep?

Was I asleep?

This laptop was lying in front of me open to this page and signed in.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do... Other than writing here I mean...

My body hurts all over.

I feel hungry...

The other post... What did he mean about a deal? The name Jack comes to mind... I know that... Jack... Who's Jack?

I've been sleeping for a while... no not sleeping... but not awake... Regardless why am I so tired?

Sleep... just a little sleep than I'll try and figure out what to do.

This thing that I do...

I stand alone. He appears a few seconds later. He doesn't speak. Even he knows what we're about to do is wrong. He holds out his hand. No glove no tricks. Just the devil's hand. Blood Red. I shake his hand. The deal is made. There's a catch there is always a catch but, I already know how it will backfire. I know what the worst possible outcome will be.

He disappears and I leave. I have to wait. this has to be done right.