Sorry for the lack of updates

It's been a long time. I suppose I should explain where I've been this whole time.

After I talked with David about the address Red Daniel gave me, I stepped out for a bit. As I was walking, I saw this man running toward me. He was dressed all in black, with a headband pulled over one of his eyes. He tripped a few feet away from me. He looked injured, so I went up to check on him. As I approached him, I saw someone else moving toward me, walking a casual pace with a maniacal grin on his face. His skin was pale, with a light blue tint to it, and he was dressed in black clothing and a scarf. He was emitting this weird mist from his skin. He had changed a bit, but there was no mistaking it. It was William Dawson.

“Hello, there,” he said. “Haven't seen you in a while.”

“You again?” I asked. “Can't say I like your new look much. Don't suppose you're planning another genocide, are you?”

“Not at the moment,” he said. “Silvermist and I have a few other goals to taker care of first.”

“Silvermist?” I said. “That bitch is alive!?”

“Very much so,” Bill said. “She requires the power of the other Dying Men.”

“Is that so?” I asked.

“We've already consumed quite a few,” he said.

It was then that the injured guy acted. He grabbed me by the ankle, and I immediatlely felt it enter me. The reason why Bill and Silvermist were after the guy. He was carrying a Dying Man piece. It entered me, and for a while, I lost control. It was in command of my body, and all I could do was watch. It reached down with my right hand, and took the headband from the weak man at my feet, and put it on my own head, pulled down over my own eye.

Good, it said. It's about time I found a suitable body.

Who are you!? I asked.

I am Black Vice, it said. And now that your body is mine, I have no use for this scum!

It raised my right arm, ready to punch the man. I regained most of the control over my body then and held it back.

How are you resisting me!? It demanded. What are you!?

I'm a guy who doesn't like being possessed! I replied.

I was having trouble holding my right arm back. It had almost complete control over it. Suddenly, the Convocation's lightning began flowing through my arm. It had tapped into my powers.

I see, it said. You're a descendant of Garrot Ferris. Interesting.

Who the hell is Garrot Ferris!? I demanded.

The first Devil Killer, it said. The son of Leonard Ferris, named after the pirate captain Garrot Kelterry. I have some fond memories of that man. I've seen many of his stolen powers, and I know that the Convocation's lightning is a ranged attack.

He planned to hit the man with lightning. I had to stop him somehow. I did the only thing I could thing of at the time. Black Vice seemed to only have control over my right arm at the time, so I had to disable it. I reached into my vest and pelled my gun out of my belt. I jammed the barrel into my right shoulder and pulled the trigger. My right arm fell limply to my side, and I collapsed in pain. Probably the most painful thing I've ever done to myself.

“Well, that was an amusing sight,” Bill said, standing over me and the injured man. “I suppose you don't like your new roommate much, do you?”

He inhaled deeply. I remembered what Silvermist can do, with exhailing cold mist, and I warped through the Godsway, reappearing a few feet behind him. He let out his breath, freezing the injured guy solid. He then kicked the man, shattering him into pieces. He then turned to me.

“Why did you do that?” I asked. “He's not carrying the Dying Man anymore. Why did you kill him?”

“No particular reason,” he replied. “Just felt like it. Now, why don't you hand over Black Vice? I'll make things less painful if you do.”

“Are you forgetting who stopped your crappy plagues?” I asked. “What makes you think you can take me on?”

“Well for one thing, I possess the powers of one of the worlds greatest Dying Man shards. Also, you just disabled your main hand. I don't think you're in any condition to face me. Now, give me Black Vice!”

Don't do it, Black Vice said. If she consumes me, she'll become even stronger than she is now.As much as I like the thought of you dying, you have a point, I thought.

I raised my gun and fired. A cloud of mist rose in front of him and solidified into a wall of ice, stopping my bullet. I fired a few more times, and the wall cracked. Bill kicked the wall out from in front of him, and charged at me with an icy sword in his hand. I jumped into the Godsway and teleported to New York. I don't like running from fights, but he was right. I was in no condition to be facing him. I considered going back to David's place, but it wouldn't have been safe. Not with Black Vice inside of me.

So, I dropped off the radar, so Bill and Silvermist wouldn't find me, and I started hiding in New York. I treated my wound as best as I could on my own. I couldn't get help from anyone, because I didn't want Black Vice possessing someone else. I have to keep it contained.

A few days after my arrival in New York, I had my encounter with Wilson Powell. I was walking down an alleytway, when I heard some familiar laughter. The Wooden Girl.

“Shit,” I said. “Better find a safe place.”

Too scared to face her? Black Vice said.

“Not a good idea at the moment,” I said. “She hates my guts and would be more than happy to make my shoulder even worse.”

I hid behind a dumpster and waited. A man ran by, terrified. I heard the sound of her laughter behind him. He was running from her. I stepped out into the alley and raised my gun, pointing it directly at the Wooden Girl's face. She stopped in her tracks, and her wooden face twisted in an outraged glare.

“You!” she yelled.

“Hey, Wood Bitch,” I said. “Fancy meeting you here.”

What happened to “Not a good ideas at the moment!”, Black Vice said.

I'm not just gonna let that guy get caught, I replied.

I channeled some of the Cold Boy's power into the gun and pulled the trigger several times. Wherever the bullets hit, ice formed. She was stuck, at least for the time being. I took that chance to start running. I caught up to the other man.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said, slowing down to catch his breath. “I know you! You're the guy from my vision!”

“Vision?” I asked, stopping.

“Yeah,” he said. “It was-”

He stopped in mid sntence. I could feel them before I saw them. We had been surrounded by the Convocation. Another feeling told me that the Wooden Girl wasn't far off. Sure enough, she appeared a few feet behind us.

“Get out of here!” she commanded the birds. “These two are mine!”

They replied by squawking loudly at her.

“Then I'll kill you all as well,” she said, raising her arms.

Strings shot out. Me and the man had to duck to avoid getting stabbed by the ends of them. A great deal of the Concation flocked around her, attacking. Me and the man both got up and tried to make a break for it, but more of the Convocation were blocking our way.

“Shit,” I said under my breath. There was seemingly no way out.

Allow me, Black Vice said. Flower petals appeared out of no where, blowing around in some kind of invisible wind.

What's going on? I demanded.

I know a thing or two about Devil Killer's, it replied. I can access any of the powers you possess, even one's you don't know you have yet.

The flower petals flew through the air, slicing everything they touched, including the birds. They were making an escape path for us. Me and the other guy ran and eventually made it to a safe place.

“How did you do that?” the man asked.

“Long story,” I replied. “So who are you, and how did you manage to piss those two off?”

“Long story,” he said. “My name is Wilson Powel. I'm an ex proxy.”

“So you served Slender Man?” I asked.

“I did before I met Malkator,” he said.

“You knew Malkator?” I asked.

“It's not an experience I like to recall,” he said. He then noticed my shoulder. “You're hurt!” he said, trying to reach for it. I drew back.

“Don't touch me,” I said. “You don't want any of what I have.”

“What happened?” he asked.

“Ever seen the part of Evil Dead, when Ash's arm was possessed?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Well, imaging that, but instead of the evil power of the Necronomicon, it was a Dying Man Piece, and istead of a chainsaw, there was a gun,” I said.

“Wow,” he said. “But couldn't the Dying Man spread to the rest of your body?”

“It has some control,” I admitted. “But I'm not easily possessed, and it knows I won't hesitate to disable my other limbs if it tries to hurt anyone with my body.”

“Well, what should we do?” he asked.

“Dunno,” I said. “I'm trying to avoid conflict right now.”

“Well, I heard that there's a place nearby that serves as a shelter for runners,” he said. “Maybe we can go there.”

“I guess,” I said.

So, we went there. It's a rather large boarding house. People come and go there frequently. The manager here is a guy named Paul. He was willing to take us in, for now, at least.

It wasn't long before proxies of pretty much every Fear started showing up, trying to get to the runners who were hiding out here. I'm still not in very good condition, but I fought them anyway. I wanted to protect these people. And I have no intention of giving the Fears what they want. So, I fought. I've been protecting this place. And, as an unintended side effect, I've managed to piss off every Fear out there. I've seen some of them, watching me. Trying to break me down. But I can't lose it. Not now.

Also, one of the other versions of me is watching me. I recognize him from his weapons. The one's I saw in my dream of him. The Omnibolg. He has shorter hair than me, and he has this weird mask. He hasn't made a move yet, but I'm expecting him to at some point.

Also, David showed up recently. He's been worried about me, apparently. He thinks We should leave. But I can't. These people here are starting to rely on my to fight off the proxies. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I've come to realize something while I've been here. My whole life, I've done nothing productive. I've just been this boring guy, who sits on his ass all the time and occasionally helps his friend with his detective work. I had no purpose in my life. Nothing at all. But now... since all this stuff started with the Fears, I've found something. I have a purpose. I'm going to protect these people. Even if I die trying, I'll at least know that I was able to help people. I have powers, I should use them to protect this place. For as long as I can. That is my purpose. That is my reason to live.