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I do not care about Landis Tipton. He was in the wrong place at the wrong
time. I never wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill the disease that he’s
carrying. I still do, and one day, I’ll get out of here, and finish my
mission. About five years ago, I was minding my own business, cleaning our
streets, when five randos showed up and started talking about trying to make
me “a better man”. I’m already who I ever needed to be. I answered my calling
when I was sixteen years old, and I’ve never regretted it. I’ve never
regretted anything, except letting them get away... I allowed them to try
their new psychology on me because I didn’t understand that they had magical
powers, and by the time I realized that they were the real deal, I couldn’t
stop them. They started messing with my head; making me see things that
weren’t there, and feel things that I didn’t want to feel. I tried to fight
back, but they used their witchcraft to subdue me. It took everything I had in
my soul to break free. They would get tired, you know. Their abilities don’t
work forever, so I was able to overpower them eventually. I was so angry. They
didn’t get who I was. There was nothing broken in me. I thought they were
going to make me better at my job, but they wanted me to give it up. Not only
that, but they wanted to convince me to turn myself in! Can you believe that?
After all their talk about a holistic healing, it wasn’t to make a
difference, because in their minds, I belonged in jail anyway. Well, as they
were screaming for their lives, they told me that I would feel better about
myself, even while I was locked up, but I couldn’t have it. They somehow knew
what I did, and I couldn’t let them keep on living, or they would tell
everyone. I’m not even entirely sure if they did, but it was too much of a
risk after my failure, so I went into hiding. I went into deep hiding.
I was so far off the grid that I had no clue what was going on with the rest
of the world. No radio, no TV, no phone. I was trying to lay low for a while
so when I came back out, no one would be looking for me. I don’t think that my
attackers knew my identity; they just knew what I had done using their voodoo
woowoo. Anyway, I was badly injured, ironically enough, and it was bad enough
that I had to go into town to get supplies. That was when I saw the headline.
It was about this guy who could heal people. One of my attackers healed me,
because they didn’t want me to be physically injured. They were more into the
mental torment. I knew he had something to do with it. Maybe he was one of
their sons, or whatever. I did some more research, and pieced together that he
must have gotten all of their powers. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but
they likely went into hiding too, and I had no idea who they were, so how was
I gonna find them? I figured he was the next best thing. I soon caught wind
that he was gonna make an appearance on a talk show, so that was my
opportunity. I had it all planned out perfectly, but I underestimated the
amount of security they would have for a guy who seemingly can’t even die.
They caught me. They didn’t even publicize it, which will make it easier when
I try again, so that’s a plus, I guess. People love this guy, but I know that
its all part of his plot to lull us into complacency. He won’t get away with
it. They never do...not when I’m involved.
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