San Francisco's infested with another shitty cult due to a kraken showing up, apparently. This time, they're a bunch of strange, magic Cthulu type worshippers.

Ran into them and the Sons of Salem at the Lighthouse Church. Things were getting heated between the two, and I saw one of the Sons had a rifle on them. As much as those fuckers deserve it, I didn't want things to break out into a shootout-- those two weren't the only ones in the area, after all.

So I stepped in. Like a dumbass. Ended up paying the consequences, and almost got kidnapped, brainwashed, and probably fed to an eldritch monster.

It was only because of some unknown strength I had (probably the result of more Contract shit) that I was able to get out. Leapt off the road and fell fifty feet downhill, without a scratch I'm pretty sure. Don't think I'm exactly invincible to every fall, as far as I've figured out-- but apparently, I can at least stand up after a drop like that.

Bad news was that it was broad daylight. And a lot of people had their phones out to record. Pretty sure around fifty different angles popped up on the news.

So, now the world knows that I've got superpowers.

Ended up running to Machida's place after I packed my shit. Those cultists were still on my tail, and I would've been too fucked up to fend them off alone. I'd hoped that moving through the alleys would've avoided attention, but they managed to track me down either way.

Turns out Machida's a Contractor now though, and that he's way more of a badass than I remembered. Ended up bashing their leader's skull in with a bat and fended off four guys at once. Probably also has powers now, just with his swords.

We caught up for a little while after. Until I can scout my apartment out to see if it's safe, I'll be staying with Machida for the time being. To be honest, I don't like the idea of dragging him into all the shit I'm doing-- but Machida's driven, and I know he's reliable.

Next time I deal with these fuckers, I'll see if he can come along.

We fucked up. Bad. 

Logan drove us back to Indiana so we could scout out the Sons. Things were going fine until we got pulled over and he decided to punch the guy patting him down. A fight broke out, and I ended up kicking a cop's head off.

...Fuck. I knew I could block bullets, but I didn't think I could do that.

What's worse is that his blood wasn't the only blood I got on my hands that day. 

We got into a scramble to get out of town. Police were on us immediately. I drove us through traffic to help us escape and ended up hitting a biker on the way. Didn't get to stop to see if he was okay, but I'm guessing he didn't even make it through the impact.

...There's no excuses for what I've done. I know I've gone too far at this point, but there's no turning back. I have to keep moving forward.

We eventually ditched the truck and got split up for a moment. Logan ran into trouble with some mall cops, while I went to secure our way out.

The only place I could find was a biker bar, but I couldn't find shit outside. Had no choice to go in and bullshit my way into getting a motorcycle by challenging everyone to a race-- and apparently, the fucker I fought all the way back on my first job was there (and had a sword). I'm not sure how I didn't get shot on the spot, but when I went in and started talking...

It felt like there was something else taking control.

I used the bike to escape through the barricades in the middle of the race. Not sure how I managed to pull that off, either-- just had my instincts guide me at that point. Also luckily avoided hitting anyone that time.

Now we're stranded in the woods, wanted dead by the police and known as a literal devil to the public. Didn't manage to pick up Logan on my way out, but I'm pretty sure I saw him escape through the sewers.

...Damn it all. All I want right now is to go home and sleep in a bed for the first time in months.

Woke up in another hospital bed. It's a prison one this time, though.

Didn't even manage to get into a car before having to flee. Ended up running into another cop, and it was fucking Tom Snart of all people. I swear, that guy's not even human. Couldn't lose him across the entire damn city, though I managed to talk him out of arresting me while shifted. Eventually, I had to refresh my disguise and someone walked in. Caused a commotion, and Snart put a bullet in me while I was jumping seventy feet away. Was almost a killshot-- but I managed to survive somehow.

Fortunately, my injuries got stabilized and I got to keep my leg. Didn't have a chance to escape, though-- but at least I had enough luck to not get jumped while I was being treated.

Now I'm stuck in a holding cell, awaiting a sentence. Seems like prosecution's going for the death penalty, and at the very least, I'm getting moved to a max security prison. Lawyer doesn't seem all that interested in actually defending me.

Either way, I'm probably dead soon. Executed from a lethal injection, gunned by some guards, or stabbed by the prisoners.

Honestly, I've had it coming for a while now. Wasn't expecting to get to this point immediately, but it was inevitable. Wish I had the chance to do something good before my luck ran out...

...Fuck. Can't see a way to get out of this corner. All I can do is go down fighting at this point.

The end might be near, but I'm not giving up yet.

Prison hasn't been going great, shockingly. Not much time to do anything but train, meditate and reflect. I've managed to avoid groups of people and getting stabbed so far, but it won't be wrong until I end up in a confrontation.

...My mind keeps wandering back to everything that's happened. I've done my best to just compartmentalize and move forward so far, but I've had a lot of time to unravel and think about things.

I know that at this point, nothing I do from this point can make up for what I've done. I can't do anything to restore the lives that I've taken or take by my actions. There's no redemption for someone like me.

...My eyes have started to transform into something else. More weird magic shit's going on. Seems like whatever's inside me knows I'm a monster too.

Even so, I'm not satisfied with giving up and letting myself rot away in here. Even if I deserve it, not yet. Not while I can still do something to make sure everything that's happened hasn't been in vain.

I'm being given an interview soon that'll be broadcasted to the public. Apparently, it's with Chris Hansen, which is just great. They're trying to convince me that it's an opportunity to clear my name, but I don't believe it. Even if it is, it's not like there's any justification for what I've done.

Still, I'm going to come forward and talk. Not like I have much of a choice in the first place. At the very least, I can set some things straight and make sure no other names get dragged into my mess.

It’s been a while.

Life’s been quiet, I guess. Rhea’s funeral passed. Everyone gave beautiful speeches, I’m sure. I didn’t say anything. The ringing in my ears was too much. I chickened out and kept to myself. Didn’t want to let her down by messing up again, but I suppose I did just that. Too late now.

I listened to her instructions and started seeing some help. I’m off the grid again thanks to my fuck up, so I attended a few public group therapy sessions instead. They were nice. Helped me through some of the pain and anger that I’ve pent up throughout all of this.

There’s not much to do in the safe house, other than train, clean, and meditate. It’s mostly just been the last two, in all honesty.  I’ve had a lot of time to think about things. I guess solitude feels different when you’re not imprisoned.

I keep thinking about what Rhea said to me. About how I’m at the top of the hill, and about to roll down one way or another. That it’s up to me whether or not I decide to point myself toward doing good or just destroying everything around me.

I’ve locked in my decision. I can’t go back on my word now. No throwing in the towel.

It’s do or die.