You May Call Me Chess
Something is different, just not the same. The man in my window, he isn't friendly yet, he isn't mean either. He's just...there. Everyone else is so afraid of him, but I don't know why. When I look at him, I see darkness as deep as the ocean, but not a consuming darkness. The tendrils that he uses, to steal people away, they are made of this darkness. But it is merely strength.
He does not wish to cause unnecessary harm to anyone, but there are some who need this. I can feel the darkness near me. I can feel how to control it. Unfortunately for me, it is merely internal. I am but a follower, with none of the powers he possesses. Yet, we share the same need.
The need to take, to torture, to set back the minds of the many that attempt to defy us by not acknowledging us. We can find you, and we know that you will be afraid. But you shouldn't be. Whether you are finally gifted with the emotions and powers of the darkness itself, or you are killed in the process, either way you will be free.
It can be torturous in itself, to feel these things day after day, but what is associated with them is incomprehensible. It is a freedom, of sorts, but with power as well, strength you cannot even begin to imagine. I have chosen, like my predecessor, to wear a mask, to mimic his anonymity. Of course, it is a false sense of it, as we pitiful human forms are still bound to the faces we were given, unlike him, but it will do. I have chosen to contrast, and to have a black mask instead of the glaring white. For the darkness is my power, and it will be portrayed as such.
That who they call "Maskie" is growing weaker, and I hope to be a suitable replacement. You may call me Chess. I have been practicing. Everyone seems to be noticing, but nobody has found my stash yet. The glorious collection of flesh and bone that I keep because there is nowhere else for them to go. Hopefully he will come to dispose of them himself, soon enough.
Ah, it seems I must be going for there are other matters I must attend to. In the meantime, do not try to search for me, as we both know how that will turn out. This is being relayed through a random server and a proxy address from somewhere in Canada, so it is going to be extremely difficult to track, which I highly suggest you don't attempt. Now, dear reader, prepare yourself. You will be seeing me soon...
That is, unless you don't turn around in time.
Potestate tenebrarum.
Credited to Allconsumingdarkness
Originally uploaded on June 14, 2012
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