A Tale of Stars and Darkness

Rodrick Bjarnsson February 14, 1964

Today is Valentine’s Day, and it was one I’ll never forget. I agreed to help a Private Investigator, Wendy, look into an unusual situation involving a local college professor that seemed to have multiple identities, or rather multiple people who had his identity. She also said that the world we live in isn’t quite what it seems and claims magic exists despite the worlds ignorance.

The grotesque seen of the murder of the professor nailed to the wall of his office, with a circle of what i presume to be his blood in the middle of the room, left me and a boy named Justin who was invited to help, speechless and hurrying in the opposite direction. Our other companion, a women named Anna, says she saw nothing but an immaculate office. I found that hard to believe until the young woman who showed us to the office attacked us, who seemed to not even be aware of the world except us, her targets. Justin stabbed her more times than you would think necessary to kill a person, but I know every strike was in fact needed to put a stop to her. He said she was already dead, which is why it took so much, and I’m inclined to believe him.

After the fight we were bandaging Justin’s arm and i felt a surge of energy transfer from me to him, effectively closing his worst wound. I don’t understand it yet but I’m now convinced magic does indeed exist. Ounce we got back to Wendy the front wall of her office building had been, removed, apparently due to an explosion. Tomorrow we’ll be meeting Wendy at her apartment to discus what all this means and to learn more about the situation. Whatever is going on is much bigger than I originally expected but I assure you I am now dedicated to seeing this through to the end.

Justin's Journal - Entry 1

Another city, another journal.

My last one only have a few pages left in it anyway. I’ll put it on the shelf with the others. This city is nice. I can always see the ocean and those endless green hills.

I’ve decided that I like this kind of place more than places like Cairo. None of the suffocating sand. It rains so often though… It’s something that I will have to get used to again. It’s somewhat like being back in London again.

I have been spending time at the local university since I arrived here. They’ve been treating me as a perspective student. I haven’t exactly corrected them on that point yet. I’m not technically lying to them. Though… I suppose it’s close enough to still be wrong.

I would love to go to a real school like that, but Mother and I can’t stay in one place long enough. I hope that we can stay here in Seattle for at least a little while though. Even with the rain, or perhaps because of it, the air is always so fresh, even in the city.

I woman found me in the library this morning. She said that there was something I could help her with. I have no idea what that could be, but… I would like a chance to help someone. I think I’ll go meet with her. I mean, talking couldn’t hurt.

The woman turned out to be some kind of investigator. I met two others. A woman who, from the smell, must be some kind of mechanic and man. The man (Rodrick is his name,) and I had a pleasant conversation about a few things, but I was fascinated by the woman’s (Wendy. Her name is Wendy Llewellyn,) wall. It was covered in writing and pictures for all sorts of things. I was trying to figure out what it all meant, but I didn’t have much luck. It didn’t really matter though, as I guessed that Wendy would tell us what we needed to know.

…This may have been a mistake. No… It was very much a mistake.

Wendy was trying to tell us about magic. Trying to get us to help her track down a professor who uses some kind of mental manipulation. It’s very dangerous. Especially…

I shouldn’t go. She said that I don’t have to. I should just go home.

But I also know where this professor’s office is. And have a good reason to be there.

I need to think about this…

This was stupid. Foolish. I went to meet them and… I shouldn’t have. We went to the office and… there was blood everywhere… The real professor was nailed to the wall. There was even some kind of summoning circle on the floor. I tried to get everyone out as fast as I could. They really didn’t know what they were getting into.

Then again, I guess I didn’t either.

One of those… things followed us out. A puppet. It attacked us, so I had no choice but to put it down. I hope the girl won’t hate me for it. Mother always said it was better that way. To beat them or cut them until they stop moving. I can’t really say ‘kill’, seeing as they’re already dead. The others, Rodrick and Ana had weapons too, but they hadn’t used them for long, nor had they seen a puppet move before. I’m… I’m glad that the only one who was hurt was me.

I didn’t go home that night. We went to tell Wendy what happened, but it turned out that most of her office had been blown up. She told us to meet her the next day, once things had settled down. I stayed at Ana’s house. I called Mom. I… well I sort of lied to her. More that I didn’t tell her anything important. I’ll have to tell her soon… tomorrow. Once I go home. I have one more meeting with Wendy, then… Maybe I can leave this whole mess behind me.

We went to her apartment instead and she explained more to us. Too late, I’m afraid. She told us that the professor was part of a group called the Disciples and that they were responsible for a lot of bad things. I’d never heard of them before. Maybe I should ask Mother. She… knows a lot about these things.

Wendy wanted us to go with her, on some… trip across the country. I’m tired of that. I don’t want to have to run anymore. I just want to stay here.

I’m going home, and I don’t intend to come back.

Anna 2/13/64
Thoughts before bed

Today was a weird day too boot.

I got the Michelle’s van repaired AGAIN, wonder if she is going to give me another casserole or (hmm I wonder if the one in the freezer is still good maybe I will have it for dinner tomorrow) she did give me that pair of coveralls once. That would be nice since mine have gotten a little grungy.

Then there was that woman today umm Wendy I believe, when she came to the shop she seemed really lost but offered me a job. Thought it was going to be some silly little repair like out of gas or needed new spark plugs, but she wants me to look into some “magic” stuff. I took the job only cause I can get a lot of new tools for the garage at 500 a job. Only down side she made me get new clothes but I pulled one on her and got come super compfy mens pants, none of that frilly crap, and a plain white shirt.

With the first 500 I am got a new saddle bag for my bike as a Valentine present, oh I also got that new top of the line wrench to carry around for my baby just incase she needs any tune ups on the road. I need to make sure I put them on in the morning.

This talk of magic is all foowy stuff but hay so I will act as the kids aunt tomorrow see that there is nothing wrong and get more for the shop I guess it will all work out and then I can go to the drive-in with my baby for Valentines day.

Don’t forget to send a bill to Mr. Peterson again in the mail.

Anna 2/14/64
Thoughts before bed

Man my head is spinning. Damn that 1st shot I haven’t had one hit me like that since I was 17 and in front of that kid none the less.

He’s a tough one for sure sewing his own arm up. Ouch, I mean I have taped together a few good cuts but none like his and he barley even flinched when I pored Vodka on it. Offered him a drink he has some balls.

I hope he didn’t notice my little slip ups.

We ruined a girls valentines forever the kid said she was dead already but if that was true she couldn’t have been standing there and not real sure where that dagger came from. It looked so gross but I ripped the bottom half of my shirt off to wrap it so no one else would wander by and pick it up.

The kid got cut a few times and when Rodrick looked at it something weird happened and one of the cuts disappeared. Wrapped the rest up in the rag I carry in my saddle bag Rodrick was a little worried about its cleanliness but I put a fresh one in there every time I use one so I can buff my baby when ever needed.

I think the kid is running from something he did not want to go to a hospital so I took him on my bike to Wendy’s place but there where cops and fire trucks there. The building she works in got torched.

Time to move!

She gave us an address to meet her at tomorrow and I took the kid home (man I hope he is as good of a kid as he seems and he doesn’t steal anything from the shop).

Got to find a place to hang my cool sword I bought with Wendy’s money today.

Rodrick has some odd hobbies for a chef I mean Blacksmithing?

The owner of the shop called it a Jovar it looks sooo sweet and feels just right its heavier at the end than the middle reminds me a little of swinging one of those huge wrenches that they use for processing machines or 18 wheelers. Skinny in the middle and the weight at the end but instead of bashing with it I get to slice things. Not sure if it is practical to own but hey for some odd reason it feels right to hold it like it was made for me. Maybe in the morning I should see if there is a way to jimmy rig it to attach to my bike. Oh the saddle bag was a perfect fit and looks so good on the bike.

MMM, sleepy, maybe today was a dream.

Rodrick Bjarnsson February 15, 1964

Justin… I’m sorry.

Anna and I were at Wendy’s office this morning when, I guess it was magic but I’m more inclined to think of it as an undeniable omen, suggested that Justin was in danger. We didn’t know what to expect when we got to his house and it didn’t matter. I went in with the intention to do whatever was necessary to help.

Apparently that included disintegrating a “puppet” with one slash of my sword.

We weren’t fast enough. Justin’s mother died and there wasn’t anything I could have done to prevent it, and I don’t intend to let that fact hamper my ability to be there for someone who needs me in the future.

Wendy, Anna, Justin and myself are in this together now until the end. I will protect them against these, Disciples, until either the entire cult is dealt with, or I draw my last breath.

Justin's Journal - Entry 2

Things were tense at home today. Mother managed to get the truth about what happened out of me… I hate doing that to her. She never smiles when she’s worried and that makes me worry too. Why does it always have to be like this? I wish… I wish they would just leave us alone. What did we do to anyone?

Even if Mother never talks about it, I’m sure that it has something to do with me. That it’s my fault. I don’t know how but… I’m sure of it. Something must have happened before we started running. Something to make them chase us. I can’t remember what it was, but I know there was… something. I guess I was just too young to remember.

Sometimes, I wish I could remember. If I knew what happened, then maybe I could think of something to do about it. Find some way of fixing it so they’ll leave us alone, but… Mother insists that there’s nothing I could do and that things are better this way. I just hope she’s right.

I heard someone knocking at the door… I have a bad feeling about this. I should go check on Mother.

Anna 2/15/64
Thoughts before bed

I can not believe I am going to actually close the shop but I really don’t have a choice. When I woke up this morning I figured I would just talk to Wendy a bit drop off the kid and go on with my life but now everything has changed.

Today started like normal (well I guess nothing has really been normal since I met that woman) made breakfast for me and the kid, he seems to be doing good and didn’t asking any questions about my accent slips last night. Drove us to the meeting place afterwards.

I met the love of my life sitting in the parking spot of the apartment building we where meeting at. It looked like it has been through more than any one should have but I know I can bring her back to her full beauty and glory of the good old days. Her engine is in decient shape it is mostly body work. I knew at first glance it was love, me and the 1938 3/4 Ton Chevy Truck.

They pried me from my love to go inside to talk. Wendy goes over what was going on and what that dagger was. She told us more about magic and who she thinks we are and what that means. Wendy then tells us about the “Disciples” and what they are doing. She informs us that because we helped yesterday we may have become targets and us and the people close to us might be in danger. So in short if I don’t go I could end up getting Mikey killed for being my shop help and they could destroy my shop or worse find out about me.

I agree to join the group as long as she pays for me to fix up the truck (that beautiful work of metal and love) and to work for her so when I kill them all I can go back to my quite life again.

I need to remember to get all my calls done in the morning and tie up all the loose ends so when we leave in a few days I have something to come back to.

Anna 2/16/64
Thoughts before bed

SOOO tired.

Today has been a day from hell I am not sure there is enough vodka in this world get me through it all. I hope the next two days are better.

First thing in the morning I too a ride out to Rods friends the blacksmith place and we hashed out a way to mount a sheath to my bike so I can travel with the Jovar without having it on my back all the time. It is sooooo sexy.

It all was going good got all of my calls done. Promised to come back from time to time to help with any fixing needing done. I was shocked at how many where happy for me to end my life of happiness at the shop to tie myself to a MAN. People are so weird. I have Mikey stopping once a month to check the mail and make sure no one has done anything to the shop. I would mail him checks for the help.

Wendy called right after I got my calling done, she has such timing, and asked me to come over for a quick stop to show me something.

Need to remind the ladies on the block not to throw me a wedding party I don’t want it.

Shortly after I got there Rodrick showed up so I did not get to do much with the truck but get a list of a few quick fixes it needed bad. She showed us how to hide things in plain sight make them “disappear”. It seemed easy enough so I gave it a try and it really was. Rodrick on the other hand seemed to be having a little trouble.

When he finally got we went inside to have some tea and talk about what to gather and make plans for the coming days.

Suddenly Wendy dropped something in the kitchen and all she can say is Justin is in trouble. I get the address out of her and I am gone on my bike as fast as I can go.

When I arrived the door was hanging ajar like someone had smashed the knob clean thru. I drew my sword from my bike and rushed in. There where 2 “puppets” I recognized them from the gang that hung out in the area of my shop but they looked real messed up, it was going to be fun kicking there asses. Then there was a guy in a nice suit that just didn’t fit and he was attacking Justin and someone behind him. I tried fighting my way through but Rodrick showed up and took care of the “puppets”, they went Poof. Justin used his whip and sliced the suit guy up into a ton a little bits WOW.

When all was done he ran to guard a body that was lying on the floor. The woman looked dead it must have been someone important. He was guarding it with his life. I approached slowly letting him know we just wanted to help and get him and her out before anyone else came. He finally let us help and fell into a catatonic state.

I took Justin to the truck and Rod wrapped the woman up and took her to the truck. we gathered what looked like things they had been packing and left.

When we got to Wendy’s she was waiting for us outside. we brought Justin and the woman inside and Rod and I left to get anything we need to leave a dusk.

At the shop all I needed was the bag of tools I had bee preparing and a few shirts pants and undergarments. I unhooked my coveralls from the wall and stuffed them into the top of the bag, threw on my leather jacket gave the shop one final check locked things up and drove off not looking back for it was too sad.

At dusk we headed out towards the coat so we could hive Justin’s mom a proper send off. The drive was wet and cold but that did not seem to faze any of us. (appon) arriving at the beach Rodrick and I began assembling a pyre to burn his mom. When all was ready Justin lit it and stood and watched the whole night threw just standing there.

When the fire burned itself out at dawn we packed up and headed for ocean shores to get some food and sleep, mmm sleep.

Anna 2/17/64
Thoughts before bed

We all awoke around 5pm and gathered in our room to decide where to go next. Rod and I both suggested finding the bastards and killing them. I suggested taking them out one by one but Wendy implied that was silly she can be a bitch sometimes. Rod suggested we find some and gather information so we can make a good attack plan. Whatever.

The closes gathering to us was south in Portland. We packed up got food and headed out. It was a 6 hour drive arriving in Portland around 1 in the morning. We bought some food from a local 24hr shop and got a room to set up base.

Its about 5 in the morning and I am just to tired maybe I will take a nap, and the others seem to be feeling the same.

Anna 2/18/64
Thought before bed

FUCK THE WORLLLD! ‘sob’ I kill her it was all me. With my own to hands I turned my baby into a pile of melted plastic and twisted metal.

I am going to fucking kill all of them they did this to her they killed her the DICIPLES will die.

I knew it was a bad idea when they let Baby Face go undercover.

The day started out ok we all got up around 1 ate lunch set up yada yada yada got crap done. I took the truck to get wood and the basic parts needed so I could get started on the truck before we made any long road trips. At the lumber yard I found some beautiful finished cedar planks to put n the bed of the truck. They had that lovely warm finish and so soft as wood goes but in the back the supports where a little rusty. I ran over to the hardware store and got a ton of different car buff papers and some paint and got to work. Wendy doesn’t know but I paid a few of the local boys that worked at the yard to help buff, so I was able to buff and paint the bed of the truck in a little over 2 hours. I picked black so the wood would stand out and show off its beauty. Next I picked up the engine parts at the local auto shop.

I think my next revamp will be the dashboard its all cracked and warn looking.

When I got back they had made the terrible dection and I could not talk them out of it so I buried myself in fixing up the engine while Rodrick walked (because he’s to big of a pansy to ride my bike) to the local army surplus and picked us up a couple metal plated vests.

We left at dusk and dropped the kid off. Then started the BOARING part we sat and sat and sat watching a rick on a string move wooo hoo! It took 3 fucking hours for them to take the bait stuck in the middle of Wendy and Rodrick in a truck that was not made for 3 people. AHHHH I sooo should have ridden my bike……..‘sob’ I should have brought her, she would be okay right now if I had taken better care of her. It is all my fault ‘sob’.

I am going to kill them all! The bastards touched my baby!

When they picked up Justin we followed to an old revamped office building and parked down the block a little. We began the WAIT, AGAIN!!!! I tried to busy myself with listening to the engine and figuring out what material to use on the dashboard.

I not a carpenter but to get a custom made metal dashboard might be hard maybe Mr. Blacksmith could do it?

Suddenly the rock on a string went from the office building to the docks? What the HELL? How? Then after a little bit it went right back I think this thing is broken of he is one fast moving mother fucker. When he came out I was happy to move to the back for some space and fresh air but I said it was to keep the kid warm hehe.

As we drove up to the Motel Justin pointed out that the lights on my bike where on. I Know I Turned Them Off! I jumped out of the truck and started heading over to see if there was any damage……..

It FUCKING moved on its own and started melting into claws and mutating into a monster and charged me with Furious revs of the engine. I was so shocked when it hit me I was not sure what to do and I kind of went into a sort of autopilot and proceeded to fight it. It would only be fitting for me to put her down, what she had become it would only be kind, if I let someone ..‘sob’…else…‘sob’…do it, that would be heartless. So I slashed at her with all my pain and anger. Flames leapt out of my blade, a kind of black hell flame ending in a green to yellow. It felt good but there was a pull with it. I did it again and again until she stopped.

CRY cry is all I can do she is gone never to go for a ride again. I am so sorry I will kill them all to avenge you! grr! The last 5 years where all I have had to love why do I lose what I love?

Мне нужно больше пить!


(I need more to drink!)



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