what makes a man irredeemable?

Can’t you hear it? The thunder off in the distance? The horses are coming,and they’ve got a thirst that needs to be quenched. Theirs a price on your head and I do believe it’s time to collect. The time for prayer is over now. Gather your things and kiss your loved ones goodbye. It’s time for your departure. Your crimes in this life shall be paid for in the next. I only hope they grant you a bit of mercy before your final moments. They never showed me that courtesy. Let’s hope for a different outcome for you…

pioneers 2. isolation.

so into the deep i went. 

i cared for nothing but the goal at hand. i needed to accomplish this at any cost. even it costs me my life.or whats left of it at least. i had traveled into the heart of a frozen,Siberian tundra in search of a lost son. one who was just like myself, forgotten by time. Alexei Rasputin. his father named him Alexei because in his native Russian tongue, Alexei means “defender”. and that’s exactly what he would become, the defender of his country, defender of what is right, at least in our eyes. I could see it in his frozen lifeless eyes. He wanted the exact thing as me. He was a big sucker though.He sure musta ate good growing up.him and i,we were brothers in will, and in honor. We will have exactly what we deserve. Now…its just time to wake him up…

…ugh….hmph….

yes! it worked. thank god.

…da?…comrade?

yes! i am your comrade Alexei. I’m here to help you. I was a friend of your fathers. my name is John, im so very glad to finally meet you.

..papa? how izee?

your father passed some time ago Alexei. But he gave me specific directions for you. he needs your help Alexei…..I need your help. its very important that you help us out.

…yez…yez ivill help.

thank you Alexei. rest easy for now. we need you at full strength. you have a lot of potential and i need you at your best for our next step in the plan.

…da……da.

it took a lot out of me to bring him back to life. i need to rest myself. the life force that i have been given has been severely drained. im just gonna sit down for a little while. i might as well enjoy the scenery while im here. its not every day you get to visit a frozen continent.i just hope ill have enough juice left in me to give the big guy some help while we make our way to our next stop.man…i was never a fan of traveling. but i suppose i cant complain when i have a 6’5 sorcerer to look out for me.

ok Alexei…let’s get movin. Rise and shine.

…da…you zed yuknow my papa? vathappin to him?

Alexei. im not sure if you want to know what happened to your father.it was awfully violent and i dont wanna go tellin stories outside of school now.

…ivant tuknow.

Alexei…he was murdered. those damn yankee pricks killed him because they thought he was practicing dark magic and using it for evil. can you believe that nonsense? your father was a strong religious man. he wouldnt hurt a fly, let alone any people. 

…no…not papa. icant beleeveit.zey killim?

Read it and weep big guy, they took your dad from you. just like they took my dad away from me. thats why its so important that we stick together. we are like brothers you and i.we can help each other through this. will you come with me?

…zey take my papa.zeymust pay…i vill helpyu john…ve villbe bruthers…

im glad to hear it.lets saddle up.we got some traveling to do.

what i didnt tell nor will i ever tell Alexei is that his dad was indeed insane. He was mad with power. He had learned the ability to harness both time and space through religious incantations and he was even able to bend it to his will to alter time. Unfortunately for him he was murdered by his own people. At that time people were scared of change. And thats exactly what Grigori wanted to do. He wanted to alter time itself to make Russia the superpower in what his mind thought they deserved to be. But his faithful right hand clergy man had beat him to the punch. he had secretly been working for the North and their attempts to maintain global power. The person he had been working under was one of the founding fathers of the declaration of independence. that man was Benjamin Franklin. Dont let the name fool you. Im sure everyone is aware of him being the inventor of electricity and all that mess but in all actuality, he was the first ever recorded spy for the United States.He set the standard on how to protect his country.i just believed he was working for the wrong side.Luckily for me, he is long gone. thats one headache i dont need right now.

Our next move is East.im looking for the weapon that killed Grigori, and i have and idea where it may be buried. im not looking forward to traveling into Reich country. But it must be done. I do miss Ava though. its a shame i didnt get to say goodbye to her. It’s also a shame she was in love with that mama’s boy with the sissy haircut.oh well, no sense in crying over spilled milk. thats what mama always used to say. time to get movin…

hey Alexei…you ever hear of a thing called “the spear of destiny”?

outlawed.

stop whatever youre doing.

just listen.

i….”we”…dont have much time.

im on the run.its been a little over 14 weeks. i havent been able to sleep longer than 2-3 hours at a time then i have to pick up and leave again. im always running. fuck, my legs are always burning. shin splints have become my worst enemy here. i knew….i fucking knew i should have just stayed inside with everyone else. but nooooo.i needed to go outside and what was going on.i just needed to know what all the fuss was about. i felt so bad that i had to leave my mom. god i hope my piece of shit father is looking after her. lord knows he would never do it any other time. im getting winded again. im gonna stop up here by this ridge.i need a break. its times like this i remember how easy i used to have it living back home in Shelby. i think id give just about anything to have my old town and quiet evenings out on my parents porch.fuck.i need to get a move on.

a few days ago i met a little girl who lost her big brother. the saddest thing i had ever seen. she was just crying, clutching onto her teddy bear or “bernie” as she called him. i dont know what i would do if i had a little sister or daughter and lost them. luckily for me i was an only child.its a shame i wasnt treated like one. my dad always treated me like some sort of house slave, just waiting to do whatever he wanted at his beckon call. what an asshole.i hope out of everyone…HE is the one who gets what they deserve.what ever it may be.ugh. i havent eaten for about a day and a half. i need to eat something.ill see if i can find an abandoned house or set up a snare to catch a rabbit.its amazing the things you learn when you have to push yourself beyond your normal limits. i had no idea what a snare even was until about a month ago, let alone know how to use one. im like a fuckin urban mr.wizard. well, let me not get too cocky.its actually gotta work in order for me to get some credit. but if you cant make yourself laugh then who can ya laugh at.im gonna try to get some shut eye.

christ i hate seeing the sun come up. its just there,taunting me. at least i dont have fair skin or this would really fuckin blow. i saw a ginger the other day. sucks for that guy.im trying to find a way back to my parents…well my mom.they already took my girlfriend. i never got a chance to propose.that will be probably be the one thing i regret.i just never knew the right time.i was never good at that stuff anyway.i was too busy cracking jokes too cover up how nervous in situations to actually break down and just do it.christ i used to be such a bitch. if i met the guy i used to be then, now, id beat his ass. no joke. lemme get back to running i think i heard a few of their “hunting dogs” and lord knows if they pick up my scent i know i’ll be done for. i think if i get over this creek and in between the pass in these mountains i may be able to get back to their camp and get my folks out of there. i’ll tell ya something, i may have caught a rabbit,but it was not filling. for a smaller guy, im always hungry.my mom always did tell me that i had a high metabolism.oh shit i think i see smoke! i have to be close.

i need to channel all of my inner ninja skill in order for me to sneak in here. did i mention that i hate this weather? way too hot for me.i feel all dried out.like a damn iguana or something. oh well. time for me to hustle on over there.

“hey! you! dont you fucking move! dont move!”

…fuck.well. im caught.

“thompson,you see this? the one that got out during testing was over by this ridge chewing on a dead rabbit.fucking disgusting.im glad we found him before the colonel found out, or our asses would have been toast.luckily its been about a half hour.get him back in the holding tank with the rest of the test subjects”

mom? mom im so sorry.i really tried.i wanted to get you outta here. you dont deserve to be in here. none of us do. not even dad, and i fucking hate dad…yea im lookin at you dad. ya jerk.

“colonel bragg we have the area secured.what are your orders?”

“cadet.i need you to gather these undead subjects and take them to the holding cells in the lab. Dr.ziegler is close to finding out what gene in their DNA brings them back to life. we can cure so many more diseases and cancers with that.your job is of the utmost importance.dont screw it up.and do not let them get too close to you.theyre becoming crazed due to hunger.”

“yes sir. right away. i wont let you down sir.”

hey mom.why are we in here? did we do something wrong?

…no sweetie…we didnt. at least not in this life we didnt. but we may have in a past life. unfortunately for us…we just couldnt stay dead. 

workhorse.

i never saw it coming.

five foot seven,five foot eight maybe,give or take what shoes were on. i was broad sided like a bad car accident.never thought id ever meet someone who would stop me in my tracks and knock the wind out of me. normally i was much colder than this. i dont usually give a damn about most people. i just go about my day to day, minding my own business.never caring about people’s feelings. i work like a madman,or however the expression goes. literally speaking my work is my life. i cant have a personal life because of it. i gave that right away years ago. but right about now,this very moment in time, i think im ready to give it all up.

my name is logan.but thats just my code name. i work for a company called dionysus. i wont go into the extent of my work, but i will just say that our work is known on a global level. telling you that much may have been too much but im already in over my head. my job has already been compromised. i allowed my better judgement to get to me. ive never been this nervous about anything in my entire life. i gotta get my shit together. just keep calm. just do the job.just do th job….

i’ve been tracking this target down for way too long. ive been following them all over the country.in and out of airports,hotels,all types of different disguises.tricky motherfucker. but i will get it done.i always do.im too calculated to let someone get away. i just gotta keep movin.theyre on the move again. look’s like theyre headed into another airport.time to take this show on the road again. good thing i always pack light. wait, nevermind.they jumped in a cab. ok let’s get going. let’s see where this goes.

we ended up on the outskirts of a small town near an old lumber mill. i wonder why theyre out here. maybe they are making an exchange with someone. they got out of the cab and started walking. im not letting this bitch get away from.not again. im gonna follow em. i need to end this. its been too long. he stopped. he just made a crucial error. this ends here.

“i know youre out there.i know youre waiting for me. its been what, 7,8 years now? c’mon out.im gonna give you what you want.” does he even know who he’s talking to? im a fucking assassin.this is my life. but if he wants to do it the easy way, then two can play it that way. “there we are…its about time you showed your face.logan right? is that what youre being called these days? boy the years have taken a toll on you.” what a smug prick. its time for this guy to go. “wait, wait, do me a favor before you pull the trigger on me, at least give me the opportunity to tell you what really happened,how it really went down.” ok…you wanna tell me,then go right ahead. ive been waiting a long time to hear this. “it was all an accident. i never wanted to see anyone get hurt, especially her.she didnt deserve it. she just got caught in the line of fire” you son of a bitch.how can you just sit there and be so nonchalant about it.that was your wife. you act as if she meant nothing to you. she didnt deserve to go out that way. “how do you know how i felt,what do you know about having feelings? youre here to kill me. am i wrong? you’ve had this vendetta against me ever since she died” you know what, you are wrong.i know everything about having feelings,that was my mother who you allowed to die, and unfortunately for you,dad, this is just business…

click.

i never saw it coming.

the day i found out that i would be the one to have to kill my father.

rivals.

my name is terrence.but please call me terry.

im 19 years old,i have brown hair and i love to run.

but most of all….i have a secret.and no,im not telling.

i’ve been on my own since i was hmmmm i dont know. id say 17. mom and dad died quite some time ago and i was sad for so long i felt like time had stopped.i felt like my life was literally put on hold in some sort of purgatory that i was never going to come out of. luckily for me my parents were both wealthy enough to have servants take care of me until i was an adult. that was so nice.it was like having another set of parents.i had ms.patty who was an old grump who loved to make me sandwiches when i had a bad day and then there was mr.buden.he was a quiet old fart who home schooled me after my parents had died.he said their deaths had some sort of “serious tramatic effect” on my life or some mumbo jumbo.i dont believe that stuff.i believe that people die and we deal with it.its all the sad people that like to keep talking about it….just making everybody else sadder.stupid.

i missed my parents a lot.it didnt help that i looked just like my dad. my mom always used to tell me while i was growing up “you look just like sam”,sam being my pop of course.its like a curse now.i always see his crinkled up nose and withered forehead everytime i wash my face in the morning.it haunts me. thankfully i wasnt the only one who was left behind.i had my older brother owen. oh owen was the favorite. “oh owen, you have your mothers eyes” all the girls liked owen.oafy prick.he always called me “terry the fairy” growing up.i hated being his little brother. dont get me wrong i loved my brother.i used to make him something every year for his birthday and when he left for the war i noticed he had a homemade keychain i had made him for his birthday the year before attached to his knapsack.maybe there was hope for us brothers after all.maybe we could become best friends.

2 years had gone by and we havent heard anything from owen.no letters,nothing. we had begun to worry that we werent going to see him again.i even began to grow my hair longer to remind myself that he was still part of me. it was borderline disgusting how much he looked like my mother.long auburn hair…always tossing it around like he was some sort of ladies man. what a queer. but i digress, just as i seemed to accept the fact that my brother wasnt going to come back, he just reappeared. like he literally had appeared from thin air. his hair was slicked back in a pony tail wearing some sort of fatigues that i had never seen before.i suppose he was in a different branch then what he originally enlisted in,but there was something a lot more noticeable than just what he was wearing.he was different. he used to be so pompous and cocky. now he seemed kind of stoic and always had an expression on his face like he was holding something back.after he had got home and settled in he had come into my room and the only words he said to me were “i missed you.” words i thought id never hear from anyone especially from him.

after some time we had begun a new relationship. it was like we had become brothers all over again, but this time it was how i thought was always supposed to be. we would hang out,we would joke. is this what ive been missing?! i feel like ive finally felt that sense brotherly companionship that ive been missing my whole life.i felt whole.i felt like i had a family within my brother.it made the burden of losing my parents easier to deal with by having him there to help me mature. one night i was sitting in front of a fire in the living room and i had heard a sound. kinda threw me off,because it was a women’s voice and ms.patty had already left for the evening. i rushed up stairs to hear my brother sitting in our parents old room only to see him talking to himself.he turned to me…it looks as if he had been crying, looks me right in the face and said “i know why mom and dad are dead….i know…why theyre….dead” he was sobbing at this point.man. i never thought my older brother would look like this, let alone sound like a girl when he cried. he got himself together, looked at me, and said “it was me terry, im the reason mom and dad are dead…mom and dad didnt die from and infection like the doctor had told everyone….they had killed themselves terry.they knew if i left for war that i had a slim chance of coming home.it depressed them to brink of no return.they didnt wanna live in a world where their first born was dead.i was all they had and i took my life into my own hands and they thought they were never going to see me again.” well that just made my day

at this point my brother and i were almost having a stand off.owen, was yelling and sounding like a teenage boy going through puberty because he was still crying. i could feel a sense of anger and resentment swelling inside of me after every sentence owen would spill out. then i popped. i blew my lid. “what makes you think youre so special that our parents would kill themselves if you may have died?! huh!? what gives you that right to say that to me!? am i not good enough to be the favorite?! why does owen get to have all the attention? what about me brother?! am i not good to be loved by our parents? to be loved by you?” i had said everything i had held back for years.all the resentment,all the frustration,everything. not gonna lie, i felt really good about myself after i had said everything to owen.i felt like i got everything out,all i was waiting for was his reaction.i dont think i was gonna like this. i could have swore i was going to get punched for this one. but no. it didnt come. i had flinched for nothing.owen composed himself and looked at me puzzled. kind of like a dog when their confused. he cleared his throat and said the words that i would never forget for the rest of my life “why do you deserve love terrence? youre not even alive”

those words will forever echo in my mind as i walk this earth.i was indeed dead.well mostly dead.i was my parents first child.and i had died when i was nineteen while i was going for a run in the forest. a hunter thought i was an elk and put an arrow through my neck.my parents lost their minds when i died.they thought if they used witchcraft i could come back and be the same old terry i was as i grew up.well they got their wish.they brought me back but i was never the same.my skin was grey and my hair would fall out in clumps.my brain and heart were alive…but everything else by all means was dead. i was never allowed to leave the house because i scared the townsfolk. so in order to fit in my parents thought  it would be best to have another child. so when owen “the perfect one” came along i knew my time as favorite was over.all i wanted was a brother, but instead i got a bully.a constant remind of why i was never good enough as a brother and a son,but in the end i was the one who got the last laugh. as owen was pacing about and going off on an emotional tangent about why our parents are dead i did something extraordinary unusual. even more unusual for me. i walked right up to owen…and i hugged him.i told the brat “everything was going to alright” and then i bit him right on the jugular. i ripped it right off his prissy little neck. as the blood showered over my face and i saw the life leave owens eyes i grabbed his face and whispered in his ear “who’s the favorite now owen? who’s the favorite now?”

my name is terrence,but my family called me terry.

ive been 19 for 45 years,i dont have much hair anymore,and i can no longer run.

but most of all i have a secret…and you,you’ll be the only one i will ever tell. 

pioneers.1.

how long do you think you could hold a grudge for? a few days? a month? maybe even a year? the grudge i’ve been holding on to stretches over decades.it’s spanned the turn of two centuries now.i’ve spent many of my days wandering around this wretched,disgusting gutter of a world searching for a way to exact the revenge i’ve been seeking.i made a deal with the devil himself in order for me to live this long.i had to see everyone around me die,but that doesn’t matter to me.no sacrifice in this life has become too great.nothing else matters other than the primary objective.to avenge the death of my father,and to finish what he was deprived of.

i’m on a journey to find a few select people that are going to help me with this little adventure of chaos and bloodshed,not because i don’t think i can do it on my own,but because i think why should i be the only one who gets to have all the fun? i’ve been around long enough to know that there are a few people out there,living or dead, that may wanna exact some revenge of their own and who am i to stop someone from their goal? why,that would just be down right un-american. and seeing as that i am an american,and the son of an american patriot,i see that it is my civil duty to do so.who am i you ask? why i’m john wilkes booth….jr.

yes,i’m the illegitimate son to arguably the most hated man ever in the united states.yes i said it. but who were you to say that anything my father did was wrong? there was more to my father than meets the eye,thats what most of the idiotic sheep in today’s society doesn’t know.all they ever thought was that my father was some second hand actor who was hired to kill abraham lincoln,and stop the abolishing of slavery.thats just what the government wanted you to think,the yankee fucks.what they failed to mention is that lincoln not only was abolishing slavery he was also putting an end to a country wide cult of people who used what would later be called “dark magic” and that did not sit too well with papa. my father was a founding member of “the pioneers for tomorrow” and he worked tirelessly with the group to bring it to where it was right before lincoln shut it all down. who does this guy think he really is? “fore score and seven years ago” my confederate ass.i will never forgive him for being responsible for the death of my father, a true american hero.

all my father wanted to do was help build a better world for tomorrow,but he always knew a day would come when someone would try to stop him. that’s why he left everything to me. why do you think you never heard of john wilkes booth ever having a son? it was all a part of the plan. he left everything for me in safe keeping for when the time was right. i grew up knowing nothing but hatred, and resentment for the people responsible for his death. after my mother died she gave me my father’s life work.and everything i needed to know.he told me what i would have to do in order to maintain life in order to carry out his plan and i did so.i’ve made my sacrifices,but its all been for the greater good.the good of my father,and with some help the new “pioneers for tomorrow”

my first stop is going to be in moscow,russia. i’m not too thrilled about the cold,im use to the humid winters of Baton Rouge, but i’ll make do. i’ll be boarding a vessel that will drop me off in london and then i’m off from there.i need to travel deep into the heart of that frozen tundra, because buried deep within is someone i’ve literally been dying to meet. someone who may have more hatred for the world than myself. i’ll be looking for the illegitimate heir to the black monk himself. grigori rasputin…