This isn’t right.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.
I’m not talking about the yet to be bitched about betrayal of Trent and loss of Firecracker, that was planned and happened on schedule. I’m talking about Subject 926, ‘Duckie’.

I’ve been in talks with Father since we got back from the mission. Been having arguments with might be a better way of putting it. He’s not budging this time… this time he wants blood.

I wanted to keep him. I thought I could save him.
But I guess that was never really my call… the time comes when all of us have to give up childish things I suppose.

Sucks to be Duckie.

Fracture out.

Black Blood

“Clear.”

“Clear.”

“Clear.”

...

“Fracture, check on the kids. Trent, go get the car. I want to be ready to load the little shits up in five minutes. Firecracker, help me sort through their shit.”

With that, Trent left out of one of the basement windows. He’s quite the peculiar guy. Had he used the stairs like a normal person, the disaster might have been averted.

“Payback time.”

It was one of Kreeger’s men. Somebody fucked up and didn’t quite finish their mark. He was bruised, bleeding, and suffering from a bullet wound in his lung. Bruising and firearms are telltale signs that Firecracker had brought this one down. Later debriefing revealed she had left him in a survivable state for interrogation purposes which would have proven useful had the willful fuck not forced himself back to his feet after she had left him. Sets of handcuffs will be issued in future endeavors requiring we capture subjects.

Gun drawn, alone, and staring down a one to three fight ready to break, Kreeger’s flunky forced his aim steady at Firecracker hell-bent on taking one of his attackers with him if he was going to die.

“Firecracker, look out!”

I cried out for her and started moving. She was caught off guard and froze. What a terrible to time to lose your nerve. I shoved her out of the way and ended up taking her bullet. Duckie didn’t hesitate. He drew his gun and fired three shots. Blam, blam, blam. There went the bastard’s liver, heart, and head.

I was bleeding. Once I confirmed the bullet was not in me, I used a coagulant to stop the bleeding and forced myself to my feet. Duckie was staring. He was fixated on something. I thought he might have actually been concerned before he opened his stupid mouth.

“Fracture… your bleeding….”
“Ye-” “Black blood.”
“…Oh dear.”
“Why are y-” “Goodnight Duckie.” “-ou…”

And he passed out.

“What are you going to-” “I do believe you have your orders already dear. Get back to work. Leave this to me.”

Under-estimations

And here I was convinced he was letting his guard down. It seems he’s just as paranoid and dangerous as he ever was. He’s just being less grumpy about it. I won’t make that mistake again. Let shithead be cheery. It’ll just make it all the more fun when I can start torturing him again.

I don’t know that my nervous system could survive another full dose of that gunk in the face. I’ve been trying to hide it but I’m feeling a little crippled. I can’t feel my pinky fingers anymore. I’m hoping that’s temporary. I’ve also been suffering from severe headaches. At times I can’t see straight, my eyes keep blurring. I’ll keep you guys posted on that. I’m sure those of you who are to be terminated upon my death will be watching with eager eyes.

Prayers my dears, It never hurts to say a few prayers.

As far as Subject 926 is concerned, I’m in top condition. He seems to be struggling with this team concept. He went out and killed his first assignment on his own. I’m hacking and dialing up the list to overwhelming levels. It is delegate or die time.

I’m going to take a nap and see where he is on that later.
Fracture out!

Over-estimations

Well, this may have very well been my most grievous miss calculation in quite some time. I feel stupider than when I spent an hour making up a sob story to tell ‘Joseph’ and two hours making shitty little props to go along with it.

I’m going to be blunt, I’ve drugged Duckie.

I cracked a canister of a drug I’d rather not name at the moment and let it fill the room. That one canister could probably do him through the week so I can’t trust the situation to resolve itself any longer; I’m going to have to go remove it myself. Can’t have him vulnerable and advertising himself for that long. I probably shouldn’t have let it go on for as long as I have given the dangerous hit squads that have been out.

I don’t know why I thought Duckie could figure this out. The point was for him to find the canister and get his guard up. He’s been too happy since I told him he’s getting a squad, far too hopeful. I need him guarded and ready for anything.

Oh well. I guess everyone has their limits.
I guess its best I found his now.
Fracture out!