OOC Note: I am terribly sorry for having left this hanging for so long! I really have no excuses other than losing focus and life in general kicking my ass. But I am back to try and finish up Kit’s story, so let’s see where it goes. Nowhere good would be my guess 😉 ~Luna
2 Cards
3 of Diamonds, 3 of Clubs
So, apparently I’m dead. So I guess that it’s a good thing that I got most of the most important things from my apartment early this morning. I called in sick at work this morning so that I could get as much as possible moved today, and there is not much left in the apartment. Certainly nothing that matters to me.
As I was trying to get things into place I decided to listen to the news, just for some background noise, and I am glad that I did. It might have been awkward if I tried going into work tomorrow otherwise. I was just finishing setting up my new sleeping area when I heard my name through my headphones and my attention snapped to the story. It was bizarre. They said that they had found a body floating in the river just before noon, while I had been busy sorting through things in the shed, and when they pulled it out… It was me.
Or, well, obviously it wasn’t me, I am right here, but the body was identified as me. Same appearance, my ID in her pocket, and identical in every way. I guess that I found my double from yesterday. But that raises the question; why is my double dead? The news report states that it looks like a suicide, but why? Is it just to push me further from everything? Because with this I will not be able to go back to work without freaking everyone out. I also can’t go back to the apartment. My landlord would probably faint. So that means that I am on my own in my shed from now on.
But the matter of my ‘death’ is not quite over there. After the news report I looked it up on my phone, and there were a few photos in the article I found. Nothing graphic, just a picture of my ID, and old head-shot, and a photo of the head of the body they pulled out, for comparison. But there was one photo that was really interesting. It was a snapshot of a foot, and there, on the ankle, was a small tattoo. The black, stylized outline of a dragonfly. I checked my own ankle on reflex; no tattoo.
The article went on to speak about the tattoo in length, saying that it was the symbol of a cult that recently became active in the area; The Dragonflies. Yeah, not the most original name, I know. But what intrigued me was that I had never heard of it in that context. It is definitely the group that is behind the Game, there is no doubt about it.
This sent me down a rabbit-hole of searches, and what I found was interesting. I can’t believe that I never did this before. The trail was easy to follow once I knew what to look for. It seems like this cult has been around for about 20 years or so, moving around the country. And now they are in my town. And there were photos as well, both old ones and newer ones. One of the photos, taken about 6 months ago, confirmed what I already knew. Aleks is definitely a part of this cult. He is sitting there, a big smile on his face, at a table with the rest of the members. I haven’t seen him since he searched my apartment two days ago, and I have no real desire to see him ever again, but I have a feeling that I am not getting out of that. If they are going to all of this trouble to cut me off from everything, I am guessing that they still have things planned for me. And whatever they have planned, it is not going to be good for me, I am sure.
11 9 20, signing off.
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