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.