The Journal of a Connecticut Yankee

The Kind of Monster I Am

January 20th.

"One, two, buckle my shoe."

Made sure the spikes were secured in the ground.

"Three, four, shut the door."

Grabbed some brush and branches to cover the mouth of it.

"Five, six, pick up sticks."

Checked to see if it looks too obvious.

"Seven, eight, lay them straight."

Now for the assholes.

"Nine, ten, begin again... "

The screams of The Order pricks as they fell into my deadfall trap signaled that the damn thing actually worked. They had been chasing me for the past few weeks now. Since I killed that priest and Inquisitior and had that little conversation with Colonel Faith, they've been crawling out of the woodwork tryin to get me.

We were playing a fucked up game of cat and mouse and I thought I would have had an advantage by using the walkie talkie that I got from the priests bag. Yeah, that didn't work out so well, the clever fucks started speaking in code.

Thanks GI Jane...

By the way, sorry I haven't written in so long. But as I've just told you, I've been a very busy little bee. New Years Eve was a bit of a bust as you already know, New Year's Day was pretty much the same. A few fun facts about this place: a year here is longer than 360 days. It's 421 to be exact and no one actually celebrates the coming of the new year. Must be an Earth thing.

Also do me a favor, kind readers, assuming there are any actually out there reading this. If you hear anyone talking shit about how movies- especially action movies -don't teach anything, punch them in the face for me. Because my little trap was inspired by one.

Anyway...

I didn't go back to check, I didn't care if anyone died, I wanted them to know that I wasn't screwing around. That if they came after me, they were taking their lives in their hands, and I was playing for keeps.

You don't have to say it, I already know. I was changing, becoming more brutal, that I was never a killer before. You know what? You're absolutely right, but being in this kind of situation tends to change a person's mind set. You try sleeping for a couple of hours a day at most, little to no food- tired, hungry and cold, people shooting arrows at you, being hunted like a damn animal and I promise, you'll end up exactly in my same shoes.

At the end of the day, it wasn't just my life on the line, if GI Jane and her goons got the nuke, then others would die too. So call me a monster, call me a killer, someone no better than the bastards hunting me.

I won't argue, nor will I give a rats ass. You know what I call it? Surviving.

Some of you may also be asking why aren't I using Winona. Well fact is, while my other significant other might be unparalleled at taking fuckers out, she's also quite noisy going about doing it. I didn't need everyone and their Kobold (Dog Girl) to know where I was at.

And if some of you remember the Garland that I got outta Romie's dad's tank, yeah that was a fail. I tried it back in Wonderland before we left. Powder was too old, so I left it with mom in-law.

Wasn't mine anyway and I know she appreciated one more momento of her husband.

Rudolf flicked his ear and let out a soft neigh as if telling me it would all be okay. Smiling, I gave my boy an affectionate pat.

He was a good horse.

Snapping the reins, we were off again, day by day getting a little bit closer to our destination. Romie still hadn't returned from taking the Raiju girl to Wonderland. Everyday, every night I hoped and prayed that she was ok. That she would just suddenly pop into my lap like the crazy little Cheshire she was. I had to believe. It was one of the precious few things that kept me going.