Mako's Message: I do have a plan. I promise. I'm just struggling with a form of writer's block where I hate everything I write. But I swear I have pages upon pages of chapter synopsis ready to go.
I am so tired of hunting cunts.
It's so hard to get anything out of them for some reason. I don't know if they just have an over inflated sense of how tough they are or if they're just stupid.
It's probably both.
I just want to grab two, and then slowly torture one to death in front of the other without asking a single question. Then move the other one to the chair, or maybe a table, and strap them in. I don't know if I'd immediately ask them anything, or just start cutting before I asked them something.
Dave won't let me though. He keeps reminding me that we're supposed to be HEROES and not monsters. I tried to argue that we're monster HUNTERS, but he keeps pointing out that public opinion is really important for us to be able to do what we do, and we need to make sure the Police see us as a non-priority if not beneficial.
And as much as it pisses me off, I can't tell him he's wrong. We can't keep doing this the way we have been if the cops see as a couple of psychos serial killers. And as much fun as it was doing it the way Daddy and I did, but we spent a lot of time inside and it was only us. I like having friends, and I like being able to work with other Heroes, most of the time. And I like being...known. I like getting credit for the good I do, I like people knowing I'm awesome, and I do like having fans.
Dad would probably hate hearing me say that. But I do like it. It makes me really feel like a super hero.
So just snatching people off the street or out of their homes and torturing them to death is a no go.
But one those shit eating fuck stains KIDNAPPED A FUCKING KID DURING THE ATTACK ON THE SCHOOL and if one more of them tells me that they don't know anything about what the others are doing I am going to CARVE THEM TO THE BONE WITH AN APPLE PEELER!
I don't know how Chris has managed to keep himself so well hidden. I don't know how he's managed to hole himself up somewhere AT ALL and I don't know how nobody is willing to rat this shit stain out!
It makes me really happy Angela agreed to co-captain the cheer team, because I would NOT be able to handle running it right now. I can barely focus on the exercises themselves. My mind is already out on the streets, planning where to go and who to hit up for information.
Shame she can't do my homework too. I only have the time to get the homework done at all, let alone done well. But as long as none of my grades fall below passing I can pull it back up after I crush Chris under my boot.
