Lou’s Diary – Entry 22 (text version)

Lous-DiaryHe’s deaf.  The boy cannot hear a thing.  He had this back to me, and I dropped a piece of firewood on the floor.  It made a loud thumping noise, but the boy didn’t flinch at all.  I stood behind him and clapped over and over as loud as I could trying to get a reaction out him, but he just stood there.

I moved in front of him and signed my name.  He looked frightened at first, but a smile slowly spread across his face.  I signed my name again and asked him his.  After a few seconds of staring at me, he eventually signed minnow.

Confused, I asked him his name again. He repeated the word minnow.  “Your real name,” I insisted.  He signed minnow once again.

I asked him if the man was his father.  “A friend,” he signed.  “My father is dead.”

“How?” I asked.

“The everything monsters.”

“Everything monsters?”

He signed, “The things made of different creatures.  They killed my father.”

I got angry and told him he was lying.

He shook his head and signed.  “They killed him and ripped him from limb to limb so they could share his body parts.”

I fought the urge to smack him. “What about your mother?”

He hesitated and then signed, “My father killed her.”

I laughed and signed, “It sounds like your father deserved to die.”

Angered, he signed, “My father killed my mother, chopped her up and gave her pile of body parts to the everything monsters.  They made him do it.”

I yelled, “Shut up!” And then signed that the creatures he called the everything monsters would never do something like that.  They were good and pure and caring.  They weren’t monsters at all.

He growled and signed.  “That’s what they want you to think.”

I screamed as loud as I could just inches from his face.  He started to sign something, but I grabbed his hands and pushed him backwards.  I signed “Shut up.”  Before he could lift his hands to respond. I stomped out of the cabin and stood on the deck.  The boy was a liar, and liars deserved to die.

Lou’s Diary – Entry 21 (Text version)

Lous-Diary

The boy came to, but he hasn’t said a word.  I don’t know what to do with him.  He won’t tell me about the pond, the man he’s with, the Gore… he won’t say a word.  It’s so frustrating.  I should hurt him.  I should punch him and kick him and break his fingers until he talks.

I should, but I can’t.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I’m so weak.  I want to help the Gore.  I want to serve them, but the things I have to do… I’m not like that.  They don’t understand.  They’re in my head telling me to do these terrible things, not because they’re terrible… they’re not.  They’re perfect. They’re beautiful.  They’re the only thing that matters.  I know that.  I believe that with all my heart.

But he’s just a boy.  He’s so small.  How can I hurt him?

I should.  I know I should.  He means nothing.  He’s worse than nothing.  He’s an enemy to the Gore. The Gore’s enemy is my enemy.  He dares to harm the Gore.  I must make him pay.

But I can’t.

I can’t!  I can’t! I can’t!

I am Lou.  I help people.  I don’t hurt them.  I may not be real, but I do have a purpose.  And that purpose isn’t to kill little boys.  I don’t care how evil they are.  They don’t deserve to die.  Or at least, I’m not worthy enough to kill them.

The problem is I don’t know what to do with him now.  I can’t let him go.  He’ll tell the man about me, and they’ll come after me.  They’ll kill me, and I won’t be able to serve the Gore.  I have to live for them.

I know.  I’ll give him to the Gore.  I’ll take him into the woods tonight, and I’ll wait for the Gore.  They’ll take him.  They’ll know what to do with him.  They will make him pay for what he’s done.

It’s the perfect solution.  I won’t be responsible for what happens to the boy if the Gore kill him, and I will have helped the Gore at the same time.  It is the perfect plan.

Lou’s Diary – Entry 20 (text version)

I have the boy!  I can’t tell you how excited I am.  I have the filthy little boy who’s been sneaking into the woods and stealing body parts from the Gore!  The evil little thief.

I woke up early and walked to the woods just at day break.  I had to make my way through a heavy snow with big fluffy flakes that swirled in the chaotic wind, but I did it.  I did it because the Gore need me.  They wanted me to catch the boy.  And I did.  I caught the boy!

He stepped out of the tiny lodge just as I reached the edge of the clearing.  He didn’t see me.  He stretched and yawned and wiped his eyes.  And marched across the fresh snow cover toward the tree line without a care in the world.  The little thief didn’t even care that he was killing poor innocent Gores.  He’s evil little boy.Little is the key word.  He was so small he barely left footprints in the snow.

I skirted behind the trees and followed him until he was on the other side of the clearing and entered the woods.  The little creep had a smile on his face.  What an awful little boy.

He cut through a path that led him to what I thought was another clearing.  When I got closer, I realized it was a frozen pond.  He skidded across the surface with his hands out to help him keep his balance.  I hid behind a trashcan near a picnic bench and watched as he stopped in the middle of the pond.  He turned back in my direction.  When he was satisfied no one was following him, he knelt down on the ice. An awful idiot boy.

He pulled out a large hunting knife and started chipping away at the ice.  He stabbed at the frozen pond over and over again until his hand hurt.  After resting a few seconds, he continued to try to break through the ice.

Several minutes passed, when he finally made a hole he was happy with.  He put the knife down and stared into the hole.  I moved around to the other side of the picnic bench to get a better view.  He just continued to stare.  I couldn’t figure out what he was looking at.

Suddenly he thrust his hand into the hole and pulled out something that was wriggling.  I couldn’t see what it was.  I crawled to a tree that was on the bank of the pond.  The boy struggled with whatever he pulled out of the water.  In a flash, he tossed the object to the ground, quickly grabbed his knife and stabbed it.  The entire pond let out a screech of pain.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I stood and leaned closer to the lake and the boy.  Whatever he stabbed was trying to free itself from the knife.  I stepped around the tree and the boy saw me.  He stood, took a step and slipped on the ice.  The force of the fall knocked him out cold.

I carefully made my way to the middle of the pond.  My eyes on the boy the whole way.  When I was sure he wasn’t going to come to anytime soon, I shifted my gaze to what he had stabbed.  It was a hand, still moving, still trying free itself from the knife.  Under the ice, I could see shadows of objects floating in the chilly water.  Dozens of them.  Hands, mostly.  A few human heads.

I carried the boy, the knife and the hand back to the fire tower.  When the boy wakes, I’ll ask him about the pond and then I’ll kill him.  I’ll kill him to keep Jersey safe.

Lou’s Diary – Entry 19 (text version)

There is a man with the boy.  I’ve seen them twice now from the deck.  I’m not sure what’s wrong with the man but he’s always making big gestures with his arms when he speaks to the boy.  He’s probably crazy.  I think we’re all crazy, those of us that are left.  Even the made up ones like me.

They’ve disappeared into the woods several times only to reappear with armloads of body parts.  I watch them carry them until I lose sight of them under the cover of the huge pine trees.  I don’t know what they were doing with the body parts, but if I had to guess, I ‘d say they were destroying them in some way.

I am afraid they will make their way to my area eventually and find my pile of body parts.  My sweet, innocent pile of body parts.  They’d want to hurt it.  I couldn’t let them do that.  I won’t let them do that.  I’ll kill them both if they try.

Maybe I should kill them anyway.  Just to be safe.  Maybe that’s what my pile of body parts wants.  I must find out its name.   I haven’t seen it in days, so I haven’t been able to see its hands.  I suppose I don’t have to follow Floyd’s naming method I could come up with my own.

I found a map when I was cleaning up after Rage and Fury wrecked the place. The fire tower is on the Appalachian Trail in New Jersey.  I suppose that’s as good a name as any.  Jersey.  That’s my pile body parts name, Jersey.   I can’t wait to tell it.

I am a little worried that I won’t see Jersey again.  The incident with Rage and Fury may have scared it off.  They were such awful people.  Jersey may think that I’m like them.  I’m not.  I’m not like anyone.  I’m not anyone.

I wish I was Jersey.  Jersey is made up off all these different things.  Jersey is precious and important.  I am just a made up girl who doesn’t matter, but Jersey isn’t just real.  Jersey is everything that’s real.

And the boy and the man want to take that away.  They want to kill Jersey.  I won’t let them.  I’ll kill them.  That’s what I’ll do.  I will kill them to keep everything safe.

Jersey is everything.

Lou’s Diary – Entry 18 (text version)

I saw a boy. I stood on the deck and watched him cross a clearing on the North side of the fire tower.   He must have been 300 yards away, but it was definitely a boy, a live boy.   I hurried down the tower and moved as quickly as I could to catch up with him.  The woods between the tower and the clearing were thick and covered in an icy-hard frost.  Running wasn’t possible without falling every other step, so I grabbed the first stick I could find and used it to help me move through the slippery terrain without losing my footing.

It worked but it was slow going.  Once I hit the edge of the clearing, I saw a lodge.  It’s made of stones.  I looked back towards the fire tower and tried to figure out why I hadn’t seen it until now.  A row of tall pine trees bent and swayed in the cold wind.  They must block my view of the lodge from the deck.

I yelled for the boy, but he didn’t respond.  He just kept walking towards the woods on the other side of the clearing.  I couldn’t make out any details. He was wearing a heavy coat and his back was too me.  I know it was a boy.  It had to be a boy.

The open area was covered in a deep layer of powdery snow.  I tried to chase after him, but eventually I was hip deep in the snow and could barely work myself free.  When I made it back to sturdier ground, I nearly passed out from the exhaustion and the cold.

I inched my way around to the front of the lodge and stopped dead in my tracks.  There were three piles of body parts near the front door, only they were different than the others.  These were all human body parts and each pile contained the same body part.  There was a pile of feet, a pile of hands and a pile of heads.

I stood.  Frozen.  Afraid.  I didn’t know what to do.

Suddenly, a low rumbling sound came from the pile of heads.  It grew louder and louder.  When I moved closer to investigate, every head in the pile released an ear piercing scream.

I scrambled for the woods and zipped across the icy ground until I fell, crashing into some dead snow covered brush.  The screaming started to die down.  I pushed myself back until I reached a tree.  I sat there until all I could hear was the whistling of the wind through the tree tops.

When I made it back to the tower, I could see the boy again.  He was coming out of the woods on the other side of the clearing and it looked like he was carrying a head.