6.

Wisp rarely leaves my side now.

Sometimes it feels like it always had

As if she never died

Sometimes she reminds me of what I did

Because someone has to remember

and I can't

Even other times she becomes something else

an animal or an illusion, something dark and clawing that is only borrowing Wisp's form

But even if it tears me apart

I appreciate the company.

6.

Today, I saw Wisp.

She was in the laboratory, coat on and elbows deep in something I didn't understand.

She looked up at smiled at me.

Like I had just seen her yesterday.

Like I hadn't watched her die.

"He killed you." I told her.

"No." she said

"You killed me."

5.

I went by where the wreckage of the helicopter should be.

The one the extraction team used.

Nothing was there.

As if it didn't even happen.

And let's face it,

One person alive who personally says it isn't safe

No one would come and get them.

Which means I am far more compromised than I thought.

I wonder how much of this has happened

And how much of this he's made me see.

Extraction team

Failed.

I did warn you.

Reason why I am still alive is unclear.

No move made to kill.

But food is low. It may not need to.

Status

Alive. Barely.

Sustained shoulder wound only physical injury

Hallucinations and missing time frequent

Techniques only mildly effective.

I hear children singing.

Not sure if that's common.

It's a rather sweet melody.

Code Delta

Banshee, lone survivor.

Building in lockdown.

Extraction not suggested.

4.

I'm gone a lot.

I won't apologize for it, I prefer it.

Although what does it really matter if I do die?

None of you know me.

Just that I kill monsters.

Perhaps that's enough,

but I don't really think so.

You can know people for years and still be shot in the back by them.

Or worse, be the shooter.

Like me.

Oh look, personal information.

Just wait, now this whole post is going to be flooded with people telling me they still care

That I'm a good person.

Save it.

I'm not here to make friends.

3.

The PTC is mostly scientists.

I can't say I fit in well.

I've always been far more at home with the physical things.

But I find my own place here.

Everyone needs hired muscle every once in a while.

Even overly moral slightly bitchy hired muscle.

In the short time I've been here I have fired one experimental weapon or another at the Slender Man about twelve times.

So far none of it has worked.

To be honest, part of me hopes it won't.

Our failure is the only reason he's not paying attention.

2.

I feel like I should explain things.

But there's little to explain.

There are things out there that defy explanation.

Dangerous things.

The PTC is an organization designed to supress and destroy such things.

From what I can tell, their methods are often morally grey at best.

But that was a while ago.

I wouldn't be a part of anything that I had any reason to believe would hurt people.

And despite the history, I know my squad.

We've all killed at least once.

We've also all vowed to never do it again.

1.

I'm not big on words.

Or feelings.

Or sharing.

Certainly no sharing.

But I have to put thoughts somewhere. Also there seems to be a community here.

Networking is always useful.

You can call me Banshee.

I work for the PTC, whose mission statement is a bit bizarre.

But it comes down to doing some good.

And that works for me.