Conversation with a shard

Memphis: Hello?

The Shining One: Hello Memphis.

Memphis: Shining One? How the fuck did you get my phone number?

The Shining One: Getting the phone number of a guy that uploads accounts of his life onto the internet isn't that hard to figure out if you have the right hacking skills.     

Memphis: Um... Fair enough. Anyway what the hell do you want?

The Shining One: As those pesky Wonerland Core agents mostly likely told you I'm a Dying Man shard, a fragment of the personification of death.

Memphis: Yeah I know all about how you possess people and slowly make people decay and all of that. Just tell me what you want.

The Shining One: Fine, I'll get to the point. You see what I said about the Dying Man wanting you and Poet to survive is bullshit. Besides a few shards,  they all want at least one of you dead. The only difference between them and the rest of the Fears is that they don't have to abide by the rules of the games.

Memphis: So what you want to help us?

The Shining One: You misunderstand. Just because I am telling you doesn't mean I'm your ally or that I will help you. I only saved you to ensure None didn't get that power locked inside of you. If it were up to me I would kill you right now, but it's too difficult to do with all of those idiots guarding you. So instead, we're targeting your girlfriend.

Memphis: What!?

The Shining One: I just wanted to tell you personally so you don't mistake it being the handy work of another Fear.

Memphis: If you touch a hair on her-

The Shining One: This conversation should be uploading to your blog as we speak so don't bother trying to write about this. Goodbye Mr. Morrow.  

None

According to Red Riding Hood we were close to our designation, and that the safe house was in Alaska. It feels weird coming back to home country again. You see while I live in Nova Scotia, Canada, I was born in New York city and lived there for thirteen years until my family had to move to Nova Scotia because of my dad's job. The last time I came here was to join the war in Afghanistan 

Anyway I'm rambling. Me explaining why I became a U.S. Marine isn't why I'm writing this.

During the drive to Alaska Red Riding Hood explained more about the Guardians of Wonderland, or Fears as they're normally called. Apparently they're a pantheon of eldritch abominations that terrorize humanity and me and Poet are apart of some "game" of theirs. Which sort of explains that dream I had awhile ago. They know full well how dangerous these things are and yet they keep on talking about how they're going to "control them."

"Don't worry Memphis, a squad was sent to escort Poet to our base as we speak" Red said to me.

That didn't comfort me though, if anything I felt worse because she could be attacked and I would have no way of knowing.

"Sir there's a woman in front of the road, what should I do?" Our driver asked Wolf.

I looked out the window and to my utter shock I saw Poet standing right in front of of our truck. I took my change to escape and pushed Red out of my way and jumped out the truck.

"Memphis wait!" Red yelled.

I ignored her of course, getting Poet away from these psychopathy's was all the mattered. She hugged me extremely tightly as soon as I got to her.  

"Dear god, I thought I would never see you again Memphis."

"Get away from that thing Memphis!" Wolf screamed. "That isn't Poet!"

"What are you talking about of course I'm Poet." Poet defended herself

"Memphis, that thing is one of them! It's one of the Guardians of Wonderland." Red said.

Before I could process what to do, and to decide which to trust, a bullet went straight through Poet's head. Instead of blood, large chunks of some sort of brown liquid started pouring out from Poet's head. Or more accurately it's head. The shooter was surprisingly not one of the Wonderland Core agents and instead it was a woman on the other side of the road, wearing a pink ski race suit and had a Colt M1911 pistol.

"Dammit, I was hoping that I could do this without any confrontation but that ship has passed" It said as it placed a knife to my throat.

"It's nice to see that you're as foolish as always None." The women in the ski race suit said.

"Well if it isn't the Shining One! I suggest leaving before Aqualung gets her sweety. After all Dying Man shards aren't allowed in this game for being far too numerous. "

"While we are usually willing to stay on the side lines for your stupid fight, Poet and Memphis are far too valuable to allow you to kill them."

The Shining One then shot None in the hand, giving me enough time to escape and get back into the truck. In a last ditch effort to get us None latched onto my door and started smashing the windows. However one quick kick to the stomach from Red fixed that problem and we drove off as fast as possible.    

dream

Someone posted on the blog. It wasn't Memphis and this chick here is really creeping me out.
I've beginning to have weird dreams.

Some of them are of an explicit nature, NOT going to reveal them <///<

But the dreams in questions I'm just standing in the middle of the black void and a light is shining on me. Then I end up melting away somehow, only my flesh and bones remaining.

I told Little Match Girl this.

She didn't care.

I'm hungry <_<

Wonderland Core

It would appear that Mister Morrow and Miss Marleau have both come in contact with our agents. Agent "Big Bad Wolf", Agent "Red Riding Hood", and Agent "Little Match Girl". Realizing that the runner community would want to know who we are me and my fellow Brother Grimm have decided it is time to tell you who we are.

It doesn't really matter if you know about us, after all if no one believes in the creatures that stalk you no one believe that we exist either. You see centuries ago when the U.S. government learned about the creatures we call "The Guardians of Wonderland" a think tank was created to find a way to best deal with them.

Many went with the simplistic idea of just outright killing them. A few others decided to attempt to imprison and then study them. Our solution was far different. We wanted to control The Guardians and use them to benefit all of mankind. Before you call us crazy just think about it.

If we controlled Wonderland (The City) we could use it to house the homeless and prevent overpopulation. With access to The Aged Aged Man's (The Blind Man) library we could learn about history long forgotten. The Mock Turtle (The Newborn) could lead us to create countless advancements in technology. The list goes on.

We are Wonderland Core, and we hope you will be an excellent addition to our group Mister Morrow and Miss Marleau .

"The gods created the world in seven days. We shall perfect it in one."

 

 ~X