So, been a little while.

I'm fine thanks for worrying. Well I mean I guess I'm not fine... My arm is broken along with various other superficial injuries. Also I'm in the hospital.

I may have made a slight miscalculation somewhere down the line...

I got my ass kicked. Badly. I am now in the hospital. Not by my choice and I would leave, except leaving will now be difficult. Let me explain.

So, I answer the door and I find some guy standing there. He looks pretty average. He's got short brown hair, basic green eyes, he's wearing a jacket zipped up, which is understandable it was a fairly chilly day, and he's wearing a pair of green cargo pants. He also had on a mask in the shape of a chef's mask. I open my mouth to ask him what he wants and he just punches me in the mouth. He broke five of my teeth. I swallowed three of them. Not a fun experience. I stagger back and he just wanders in. Now... I was staying in a house. Lovely house. The previous owners had good taste, before I killed them. Lots of statues and stuff and interesting decor. He picks up a statue of a woman by the door, made out of marble and smacks me with it shattering it and undoubtedly fracturing my jaw. I fall to the ground and he stops.

"Get up. Grab your machete. I'm going to kill you, but I don't want to kill you without a fight. I want to give you every opportunity to defend yourself and show you how absolutely screwed you are," he said and then just stood there. So, I got up made a big show of staggering over to a table to lean on it and slid a knife off of it, before turning and stabbing at him. He caught the knife in his fucking palm without flinching and punched me in the chest hard enough to literally launch me against the back wall of the living room.

It is at this point I decided I should probably get my machete. I also decided at this point that internal bleeding was cool and I should totally get me some of that. I staggered up the stairs with him following me at a slow gait. I ran into the bedroom and grabbed my machete. I also grabbed something else. He followed me in and I turned and slashed at him, he jumped back and as my swing completed its arc he lunged at me  and caught my elbow in one hand as his other hand slid forward in a smooth motion colliding with my left eye. I saw stars and then blood. He had taken out one of my eyes. It wasn't working. Terror gripped me. The terror of again being blind and broken. I slipped out the second thing I had grabbed.

With most of my enemies being nests as far as I was aware I had picked up some incendiary weaponry. I'm not a fan of fire of course, but you do what you have to. So, anyway what I had was an explosive. An incendiary explosive. He grinned at me. A good sign and I armed it and flung it towards him. He batted it out of the air with a casual slapping motion and it hit the wall and exploded filling the room with flames. Panic and stupidity made me decide now was a great time to get the fuck out of there and I managed to get up and toss myself towards the window. I fell and then hit the ground, luckily the family had not paved their backyard. It still hurt like hell, but the pain was somewhat mitigated by the intense pain throughout the rest of my body and it was still nowhere near as painful as being de-nested had been. I forced myself to my feet just in time to see him jump out of the window as well. His jacket was on fire, but that didn't seem to bother him. He landed on his feet and began to come towards me and I turned and fled as fast as I could. Half blind, mad with panic, bloody and screaming, I ran into the streets and apparently this attracted people's attention. The strange man, I'd never gotten a name, didn't seem willing to come after me so, I decided at that point to finally pass out and I woke up here at the hospital. Getting out is difficult as after they brought me to the hospital they found the bodies and tied me to the killings so, I don't have my machete, my body is pretty banged up and I have police watching me. Well watching my room. They aren't watching me specifically. Just making sure I don't leave. My non-broken arm is handcuffed to the hospital bed as well.

So, yeah pretty much stuck here. Apparently someone came to visit me earlier today, but was turned away by the police. So, at least I have some slight protection if that guy came back...

Oh... Do... Do you think that was 4's brother? He definitely wasn't a nest...