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Transcript of the Official FRB Debriefing of Detective River Hawthorne and FRB researcher Justice Young following their encounter with an unidentified entity.
Debrief conducted March 23rd, 2024 by Director Milo Durand
This record is for internal use for the FRB only. Distributing this record to any party outside of authorized FRB personnel without the written consent of Director Robert Marsh constitutes breach of contract and will be punished accordingly.
[Transcript Begins]
Hawthorne: Soā¦ this is your debriefing room, huh? I was kinda expecting something fancierā¦
Young: Whyād you think ours would be fancier?
Hawthorne: I dunno, I just thought it would? I mean, you guys are like, spooks or something, right?
Young: Weāre not spooksā¦ we just deal with things that itās better if the public isnāt widely informed about.
Hawthorne: Isnāt that like, the
definition of a spook?
Young: Weāre not spooks! Is Jane a spook!
Hawthorne: Not reallyā¦ wait, does Jane work for you guys?
Young: Not in any official capacity, no. The board of Directors just isnāt interested in muzzling people like her. Theyāre good sources of intel.
Hawthorne: Ahā¦ neat. Speaking of Jane, I guess weāre gonna have a hell of a story to send off to her after this, huh?
Young: [Laughs] Yeahā¦
Hawthorne: You talk to her much? I havenāt actually heard from her in a couple of months.
Young: We talk. Mostly about that whole ā
Spectre Archiveā thing sheās been working with. She was actually pretty pissed off about it, last time we spoke.
Hawthorne: I thought she ran the archive?
Young: Technically sheās more of an editor. Some other guy started it. She used to work with him a lot. Although apparently she hasnāt heard from in over a month. Instead thereās this intern, Dory sheās been working withā¦ Jane
hates her.
Hawthorne: She canāt just fire her ass?
Young: Nope. And as far as I can tell, itās not like Doryās
done anything to her. Itās justā¦ I dunno. Iāve only spoken to her a few times myself, so I donāt really have much of an opinion on her yet.
Hawthorne: Fair enough, I guessā¦
[They are interrupted by the sound of a door opening as Director Durand enters. There is the sound of movement, followed by Durand sitting down.]
Durand: Sorry to keep you waiting. Letās get right into it, shall we?
Hawthorne: Right! Of courseā¦ sorry, this is kinda new to me, being on the other side of this. Usually Iām the one doing the interviews.
Durand: Iām aware. Iāve read the previous reports youāve passed along to Justiceā¦ and to Jane Daniels.
Hawthorne: Ohā¦ you know about that?
Young: You
didnāt think he knew about that?
Hawthorne: I donāt work here! I donāt know how this stuff works!
Durand: Focus! Letās go over what happened, alright? Letās start with you, Detective Hawthorne. Can you clearly identify yourself for the record, please?
Hawthorne: Right.... My name is River Hawthorne. Iām a Detective with the Toronto Police Service, and Iāve been with them for about six years, although itās really only been the past two and a half years that Iāve been in touch with people like Justice. And Jane, I guess.
Durand: Right. Now, for the record, can you recap your prior experiences with this Entity, not including your recent misadventure with Miss Young.
Hawthorne: Yesā¦ yes I can.
In May of 2023, I worked a murder case where a man was butchered in his own home. His roommate claimed heād brought a girl back that night, and that she had been the one whoād killed him. We found enough evidence to confirm that
something had torn the man apart, and that odds are it wasnāt the roommate, but we didnāt find much else and to add a little cherry on top, the roommate died soon after, sending the trail cold. Then, things picked up again
about a month later when a colleague of mine, Detective Angelo, claimed to have encountered some sort of ā
entityā while investigating a double homicide.
Entity really is the only word Iāve got to describe this thing, because it sure as hell wasnāt a person and according to him, this thing had killed his partner, Detective Horvath.
Durand: Right, we have transcripts of the relevant interviews on record.
Hawthorne: Yeah, but those transcripts donāt cover what happened next. I did pass that information on to Justice at the time, but do you want me to recap it for the record here?
Durand: Please.
Hawthorne: Less than a week after he gave me his statement and I sent it along to Justice, Detective Angelo turned up dead. The officer theyād assigned to keep an eye on him found him in his bedroom. Heād been almost completely torn apart, as if heād been mauled by an animal. Knowing what I know about Angelo and this supposed
āEntityā, I feel as if I can say with reasonable certainty that itā¦ excuse my phrasing here: ā
got to him.ā
Durand: Why is that?
Hawthorne: Well, every account Iāve heard about it has one thing in common. Every victim of this thingās been killed by their ownā¦ for lack of a better termā¦
fantasy. I mean, you saw the transcripts, right? That guy and his roommate? They had a thing for voyeurism. The roommate used to watch him fuck on camera and according to his statement, he also watched him die on camera before it came for him. And Angeloās partner, Horvath? That guy was on
record as a bit of a freakā¦ and when the Entity appeared to him, it appeared as some sort of Dominatrix before it crushed his head under her heel. As for Angeloā¦ heād told me that the Entity had appeared to him as a man in a dog mask. Noā¦ not just appeared. Heād told me that itād
become a man in a dog mask, right after it killed Horvath. Changing from a woman in leather, to a man who looked a hell of a lot like a man heād been seeing, dressed in full fetish gear. Apparently he and his boyfriend had a thing for that kind of playā¦ not judgingā¦ justā¦ Look. Either way, when I heard about the state theyād found his body in, I knew that it had gotten to him. And after Angelo died, things went dark. Wellā¦ they went dark in Toronto, at least.
Durand: Yes, I didnāt hear of any updates to the case following Detective Angeloās death.
Hawthorne: Yeah, I get the feeling that its little run in with Angelo and his partner convinced whatever that thing was to move along for a bit. Things quieted down, but I kept my ear to the ground, listening for any interesting cases that might pop up. And over the next few months, I heard a few stories.
Durand: Stories? And did you report these to Justice?
Hawthorne: I mightāve mentioned them in private, but I sent no official correspondence about them since I was only going off of rumors. I only send something her way unless Iāve got something more substantial, and these cases werenāt in my jurisdiction. I
did however make note of them in case they became relevant in the future, hence why Iām mentioning them now.
Durand: I see. Can you elaborate on these cases?
Hawthorne: Well,in August of 2023, there was a 21 year old man admitted to hospital in London, Ontario after his roommate found him, lying in his bed, alive but missing chunks of flesh. He died in hospital soon after, but not from his injuries. No. What killed him was some sort of unidentified viral infection. Digging into the victim, I found a profile heād made on some obscure forum talking about something called ā
bugchasingā. Apparently he was into some
very weird shit, and thought heād found someone to roleplay his fantasy with.
Young: We did examine the body in that instance, Directorā¦ no conclusive source for the virus or examples of transmission. It died with him.
Hawthorne: Then there was another woman from Cambridge who was found vacuum sealed in plastic on her bed around December. Sheād been completely drained of blood. Friends IDād her as a member of the local BDSM community. Apparently sheād been into that sort of thing. Then of course there were smaller stories that were harder to verify. A man in Hamilton found asphyxiated at a gloryhole, a woman in Guelph who was apparently smothered with her own shit in a bar bathroom and another man in Kitchener whoād been and I quote: ā
Killed by excessive trauma to the anus, causing a fatal prolapse.ā
Durand: [There is a notable pause on the record]
Hawthorne: Yeah, that wasā¦ that was my reaction too. In each case, the body was described as being
āpartially eatenā. The other departments had chalked this up to some sort of animal getting to the bodies. Racoons, household petsā¦ although Iāve heard that kind of bullshit before, and Iām sure you have too. Iām sure if you reached out for the autopsy photos, youād find that the bite marks arenāt consistent with the ones on the victims from Toronto and Detective Angelo. And before you ask, the only reason I
didnāt try reaching out is because I had no official reason to. These werenāt my cases. On paper, thereās nothing for me to investigate here.
Durand: Duly noted.
Hawthorne: Even with Angeloā¦ I mean, the general consensus was that his
āshapeshifterā story wasnāt legitimate. A lotta people thought the poor guy had a bit of a break from reality after watching his friend and partner die, and Angelo hadnāt really argued it. Heād just mumble stuff like:
āI donāt remember what I saw.ā and drop the subject. And maybe thatās true. Maybe he wasnāt playing with a full deck when Iād interviewed him. Lord knows, Iāve seen that movie before. Shock is a hell of a drug. When youāre panicking, itās easy to misremember details. But a woman turning into a man in full puppy play fetish gear? Yeah. Thatās a hell of a detail to make up. Maybe if I didnāt know the things that I know, Iād have dismissed it as crazy talk too. But by now Iāve heard enough wild stories to know when someone is lying or misremembering and when someone has seen something legitimately impossible. I know for a fact that Angelo wasnāt misremembering. I heard it in his voice when he spoke to me. He knew what heād seen. He could barely believe it, but he knew what heād seenā¦ he knewā¦
Durand: Detective Hawthorneā¦ with all due respect, youāre preaching to the choir here. You donāt need to defend your late colleague to us.
Hawthorne: Rightā¦ sorryā¦ itās easy to forget that you guys are used to this kinda thing.
Durand: Thatās alright. Stillā¦ sounds as if you didnāt take its killing of Detective Angelo all that well. Were you two close?
Hawthorne: He was a good copā¦ a good colleague. So was Horvath. I didnāt like the idea of something justā¦ killing themā¦ killing them and walking awayā¦
Durand: I understandā¦ so, moving on to more recent events. When you saw evidence of this entity's resurgence, you took action, correct?
Hawthorne: Thatās correct.
Durand: Walk me through that.
Hawthorne: Well, on March 19th,the body of Dan Schmitt was discovered by a local garbage collector. His remains had been torn apart, stuffed into several trash bags and left out by the curb for collection. The trash collector initially hadnāt noticed anything off until one of the bags split after being picked up, spilling the contents all over the street. The officers who later arrived on the scene confirmed the remains as human and later examined the houseā¦ they found it vacant and almost immaculately clean, although later forensics did determine that Mr. Schmitt had been killed and dismembered in his own bedroom.
Durand: And how did you get involved?
Hawthorne: Iād heard about the case in passing from one of my colleagues and although it was certainly gristly, I didnāt originally flag it as related to the other deaths Iād been looking into. Not until I heard about the escort service.
Durand: Escort service?
Hawthorne: Apparently, an examination of Mr. Schmitts personal correspondence confirmed that he was a frequent customer of a local escort service run by a gentleman by the name of Roman Mazzetta. Specifically, he seemed to have a thing for maids. Heād hire some girl to come by his house, put on a sexy outfit and clean for him while he played the part of the lascivious pervert. Thatās when it all clicked. Another victim, killed by their fantasyā¦
Durand: You believed it was the same entity?
Hawthorne: Yesā¦ I had to lean on my Sergeant pretty hard to pass the case along to me, but he owed me a few favors and I made a pretty convincing case that the M.O. here was consistent with the previous victims so he agreed to let me take over and as soon as the case was mine, I called Justice.
Durand: For the record, can you elaborate on your relationship with Justice Young?
Hawthorne: Well, I first came into contact with her through a mutual friend after having my ownā¦ for lack of a better termā¦ supernatural troubles. We stayed in touch after that, and occasionally grab a drink together. I would describe us as friendsā¦ I mean, secretive job aside, Justice doesnāt really strike me as a
āspookā. Honestly, Iād call her a hippie.
Young: Thanks, I guess?
Hawthorne: Look, youāre the only person I know whoās gone out in public wearing a fucking witch hat on a night that
wasnāt in October. I love you. But youāre a hippie. Own it.
Young: I meanā¦ yeahā¦ I guessā¦?
Hawthorne: Anyway,
occasionally when we meet up, I pass along anything Iāve got that might be up the FRBās alley. Although for the record, I donāt know a whole hell of a lot about what it is you guys actually
do aside from
ādeal with weird shit.
Durand: Rightā¦ so you contacted Justice for her help in dealing with this Entity?
Hawthorne: If you recall from Detective Angeloās interview - he watched Horvath put a bullet in this thing's head, and it didnāt even slow it down. I figured if I was going to be looking into it, I should speak to an expert first.
Durand: Rightā¦ fair enough, I suppose. Justice, what can you tell me about this meeting you had?
Young: Um, we met at the usual bar. River mentioned that the Entity might have resurfaced. Sheā¦ well, she specifically called it ā
The Kinky Oneā since we didnāt technically have a name for it at the time. She asked if there was anyone we had whoād be available to help her look into it and Iād told her that our Hunting team was stretched pretty thin at the time, I wasnāt sure if weād be able to spare anyone without any hard evidence.
Hawthorne: Which I still think is kinda bullshit, I mean youāre dating one of the girls on that team, right? The one with the really heavy eyeshadowā¦ whatās her nameā¦
Young: Itās Nina, and I told you that she was out of town! I told you that Iād need to put in a request with Director Durand, and see what happened.
You were the one who said you didnāt know if you had time to wait!
Hawthorne: If youāve got a lead, you donāt just sit around with your thumb up your ass, you follow it! This thing couldāve dropped off the map again by the time you guys had the bandwidth to start looking for it!
Durand: Ladiesā¦ please. Just settle down. Justice, please continue.
Young: [Sigh] Lookā¦ River did have a point. It wouldāve been better to pursue it while the lead was still relatively fresh. She asked if I could disclose any information on what this thing might be, so I
may have bent the rules for her a little, in the interest of public safety.
Durand: What exactly did you tell her?
Young: I told her that based on the transcripts and police reports sheād previously sent me, we
might be dealing with a Mimic. That was the primary theory our team had before the trail went cold. The M.O. fit. The ability to change forms and prominent carnivorous dietā¦ both traits of Mimics. Plus the
honey trap hunting behavior also tracked. A lot of Mimics who choose to hunt humans tend to lean toward that strategy for the sake of convenience. Itās a good way to get people alone, and to lower their guard. Itās why vampires and sirens use similar hunting strategies. Like I said, Iām aware that sharing that much information with unauthorized personnel through an unapproved channel is technically against protocol, but in the interest of public safety-
Durand: Itās fine, Justice.
Young: Oh thank Godā¦
Durand: Soā¦ I assume that Detective Hawthorne asked you how to kill it?
Hawthorne: I meanā¦ it was the obvious fucking questionā¦
Young: She didā¦ yes. I recommended either cursed bullets or a weapon with the right type of enchantment, although when neither of those came across as a viable option, I suggested a more traditional poison. Iām not exactly
great with that kind of stuff, but I did dabble in magic during my University days, and the spell to create the right type of toxin isnāt particularly complicated, soā¦
Durand: You agreed to create it.
Young: I didā¦ after which Detective Hawthorne convinced me to ride along with her the following day while she went after Roman Mazzetta.
Hawthorne: In my defense, I wasnāt entirely sure if Mazzetta would be human or not. I meanā¦ come on, judging by Angeloās description of it, what was really going to stop it from killing him, setting up shop in his place and pimping itself out for easy prey? I just wanted to cover my bases.
Durand: I seeā¦
Young: Iād just like to state for the record that I
did inform her that I donāt work in the field anymore, considering what happened last time.
Hawthorne: Yeah, yeah.
We know how you met your girlfriend. But I needed you with me!
Durand: Soā¦ this was why Justice was present at the sting operation you held to capture Mazzetta?
Hawthorne: Yes. I mean, Iām sure this might come as a shock, but it turns out that Mazzetta sorta had a history with the Toronto police. Drugs, money laundering and, surprise, surprise, pimping. I had some colleagues in the sex crimes division who were happy to lend a hand in exchange for an easy arrest. We had one of them pose as a client at a local hotel, while Justice and myself listened in on a wire in the next door over. I just want to state that I did
not put your researcher in danger, and had her follow protocol for this sort of thing.
Young: I was kinda just there to have the poison on hand, in case it went south.
Durand: Right.
Hawthorne: And ultimately, nothing really happened! I mean. Something did happenā¦ Mazzetta showed upā¦ and he kinda broke like a fucking egg the moment I put any pressure on him.
Young: It was actually kinda patheticā¦
Hawthorne: Yeah, even the hooker that was with him was just sorta standing there like:
āReally man?ā
Young: He wasnāt having a good dayā¦
Hawthorne: He was
not having a good day.
Durand: Rightā¦
Hawthorne: I questioned him about his relationship with Schmittā¦ and I got the impression that his death was news to Mazzetta. I mean, that guy folded like a deck chair, but he didnāt strike me as either a killer or anything other than human. When I pushed him, he gave me the name of the girl heād sent to Schmitt that night. Hailey Bianchi. Mazzatta had been adamant that she couldnāt have been involved in Schmittās murder, claiming that she didnāt have the disposition or the physical prowess to kill a man like Schmitt, and that he hadnāt seen a drop of blood on her when heād picked her up after the encounterā¦ although for the record, these just contributed to my suspicion that Hailey Bianchi was just theā¦ for lack of a better termā¦
āfaceā the entity was wearing at the time. At my insistence, he gave me her address before I let the other Detectives take him away.
Durand: And this is where things took a turn, isnāt it?
Hawthorne: [Pause] Yesā¦
Durand: Walk me through it.
Hawthorne: The address Mazzetta had given me belonged to a fairly run down apartment on the edge of town. Justice and I gained access to it, and made our way up to Haley's apartment where we forced the door open. Theā¦
[Pause] the apartment itself looked simultaneously lived in and abandoned. The place was a mess, but it was an old mess. Old dishes that had been left out on the coffee table were starting to grow mold and what I can only describe as the distinct smell of mildew. But no evidence of any bodies presentā¦ which was, unfortunately,
not reassuring. We did a sweep of the apartment, but we didnāt find much. A heroin stash. Used needles. Signs that whoever was living here wasnāt exactly living their best lifeā¦ but other than that, no evidence that Hailey or anything else was present at the scene.
Durand: Right.
Hawthorne: I consulted Justice on what to do next, and she suggested filing a report with you and doing surveillance and after confirming that there was no further action that could be taken at this time, I agreed with that assessment. We were in the middle of returning to our vehicle when weā¦
[pause] we ran into Justiceās girlfriend.
Durand: Nina Valentine?
Young: Yesā¦ we saw Nina in the hallway as we were leaving. I was originally a little surprised to see her, and asked what she was doing there. She mentioned that youād sent her to investigate the Schmitt case.
Durand: I seeā¦
Hawthorne: We talked for a bit in the hall, I told her that weād been looking into the same case and sheād suggested we compare notesā¦ she said sheād heard something about other victims and thought we might be able to figure out where the Entity had moved on to. I recall that Iād suggested we grab a bite at a nearby bar, but sheād said she wanted to get a look at Bianchiās apartment, so we went back with her. She looked around for a bit, and talked a bit while she did, although I donāt really remember what she saidā¦ I remember her flirting with Justice a bit.
Young: Sheā¦ did make some comments. Which did strike me as a little odd. Not to get too into my private life butā¦ Nina doesnāt usually flirt a lot in public. Usually itās the other way around. And she was gettingā¦ wellā¦ uncharacteristically handy, especially with River present.
Hawthorne: Yeah, Iāve never really noticed her to be the handsy type. She was even sorta giving me a look which likeā¦ I donāt really swing that way? And I meanā¦ sheād never behaved that way toward me before.
Young: I noticed it too. It wasnāt like herā¦ and she kept on touching me and saying things andā¦ so I stabbed herā¦ I justā¦
Hawthorne: I just heard screaming, and when I turned around, Justice had put the knife right in her stomach and was stabbing her. Nina was screaming, and Justice was trying to force her to the ground. I remember trying to force them apart, but thatās when I noticed that there wasnāt any blood on her knifeā¦ then āNinaā just grabbed me. And the next thing I knew, sheād thrown me halfway across the fucking room. Iā¦ I mightāve briefly lost consciousness at that point.
Young: You kinda didā¦ and that
thingā¦ it just glared at me. It held its stomach like it was in pain, but after a moment, it just started toward me again, grinning at me. It shouldnāt have even been able to standā¦ I meanā¦ if it was a Mimic, it shouldnāt have even been standing. Or even if it was, it shouldāve been in more pain! It shouldāve been running butā¦ it wasnāt. I was still holding the knife butā¦ it didnāt seem scared of it, it just seemed excited. I couldnāt get past it so all I could do was back away. I kept screaming for River, butā¦
Hawthorne: I heard itā¦ I remember looking up and seeing that thing. It didnāt look like Nina anymore, thoughā¦ it was just thisā¦ Iām not sure how to describe itā¦ this mass of writhing te-
Young: It mustāveā¦ reverted to its true formā¦ because of the poison.
Hawthorne: Whatever it wasā¦ I just saw it getting closer to her. The only thing I could think to do was just go for my gun and start shooting. I didnāt know if it would do any good butā¦ I guess it got its attentionā¦
Young: It gave me enough time to get into one of the rooms and close the door.
Hawthorne: Yeahā¦ I saw you get clear while it was turning to look at me. Thatās when I saw it changing again intoā¦
[Pause]
Durand: Intoā¦?
Hawthorne: Look, letās just say it knew what kind of guy I liked, and leave it at thatā¦ I had some room to run. So I made my way to the door. Not
all the way to the door, just far enough to try and kite himā¦ spent a few bullets to keep his attention. I was sorta hoping Justice would try to get out the window, actually, butā¦
Young: I meanā¦ I considered itā¦ but I didnāt want to leave you to die. And when I saw the stuff in the bedroom, I had to try it. I heard you shootingā¦ so I came out. I had the used needles with me and I still had the knife, I figured that maybe I might be able to stun it for a bit.
Durand: Howād that work out?
Young: Well, I guess I didnāt die. It heard me coming and turned its head to look at me. Iā¦ donāt think it was good with being blindsided like that. I was able to stick it with the knife and the needles before it could react. It seemed to hurt it, just as it had before, but still not to the extent that I wouldāve liked. I could see it trying to shift againā¦ I would assume trying to find a way to regain its advantage.
Hawthorne: Yeah, I saw it trying to changeā¦ thatās why I just put the last of my bullets into it. Didnāt do a hell of a lot of damage, but I think it kept it disoriented long enough for Justice to get away.
Young: Although you couldāve waited until I was further away before you started shooting.
Hawthorne: Did I hit you?
Young: No, but-
Hawthorne: Then youāre fine. You made it to the door, and we booked it the fuck out of there.
Young: Yeahā¦ I did look back to see if it was giving chase, but as far as I can tell, it wasnāt. That said, I donāt think we harmed it in any meaningful way. I imagine that the only reason it didnāt try and pursue us was to avoid being seen by other residents of the building, who had been alerted by the gunshots. A lot of them had stepped out of their apartments, by that point.
Hawthorne: Yeahā¦ too many witnesses.
Durand: Right, after which you came here for shelter?
Young: And to debrief, sirā¦
Durand: Rightā¦
[Sigh] I donāt suppose I need to tell you how reckless youāve been, Justice?
Young: I didnāt expect things to escalate to this level, sir.
Durand: Clearly.
Hawthorne: Look, if youāre gonna give anyone shit, give it to me. Iām the one who pushed her!
Durand: Iām awareā¦ however Iām also aware that you were trying to nip this in the bud quickly. Look, Iām not an unreasonable man, Detective. Protocol only gets you so far. You made a judgment call. It was reckless, but I donāt entirely disagree with it. Thatās not the issue at hand here.
Hawthorne: Waitā¦ this isnāt like a disciplinary thing?
Young: Fuckā¦ oh fuckā¦ no, no, noā¦
Durand: No. But as your past reports have indicated, escaping this thing is not necessarily enough. In both prior cases, the witnesses were subsequently hunted and killed, were they not.
Hawthorne: [Pause] Yesā¦ yes, they wereā¦
Durand: I have no reason to believe that this thing will break that trend for you, especially since you and Justice managed to harm it. Only slightly, yesā¦ but your description of events would suggest to me that you did indeed cause it pain. Something like that, might be inclined to take such a thing personally. Therefore, Iām recommending that the two of you be kept in protective custody for the foreseeable future.
Young: Noā¦ no, Milo you canāt do thisā¦
Hawthorne: Waitā¦ what canāt he do? Protective custodyās good, rightā¦ right?
Durand: Iām sorry, Justice. Iāll have someone escort you two to a safe room, and I promise Iāll do everything I can to try and keep you alive.
Young: Milo, wait! Wait!
[There is movement heard in the recording. Director Durand is noted to have left the room at this point.]
Hawthorne: Waitā¦ what canāt he do? Justice, what the hell is going on here? Protective custodyās good, rightā¦ right?
[Silence.]
Hawthorne: Itās a Mimicā¦ right? Thatās what you said? You guys can kill it, right?
Young: The poison didnāt work, Riverā¦ you saw itā¦ the poison didnāt workā¦
Hawthorne: S-soā¦? Maybe someone else can make a better poison orā¦ you mentioned like, cursed bullets and shitā¦ theyāve got those, right?
Young: Iā¦ I donāt knowā¦ even if itās not a Mimic, the poison shouldāve hurt it more. Shouldāve slowed it down moreā¦ I donāt know whatās gonna work on itā¦ I donātā¦
Hawthorne: But you guys have
something, right?
Young: I donāt knowā¦ butā¦ but I guess theyāre going to find out real soon, huh?
Hawthorne: Whatā¦?
[Pause]
Hawthorne: Oh fuck meā¦ noā¦ no, youāre not seriousā¦
Young: He said heād
try and keep us aliveā¦ key wordā¦ tryā¦
Hawthorne: Justice, please tell me youāre joking.
Young: You said it yourselfā¦ this thing went into hiding after Angelo saw it. Itās probably gonna go into hiding again after it deals with usā¦ and that leaves exactly one window of opportunity to kill it before it leaves town again.
Hawthorne: Heās not justā¦ come onā¦ heās your boss! Heās not just gonnaā¦ heās not gonna use us as bait!
Young: I really donāt know if he has much of a choice right nowā¦
[Silence]
[Transcript Ends] Iāve been reading many stories from this group in the last several days, and finally decided to add my own. Itās three weeks today since my husband died. He was 52, Iām 48. We had just spent a weekend away, celebrating our wedding anniversary. That Sunday when we got back home he was carrying the suitcases up the stairs to our apartment and when he walked in he said he didnāt feel good. He said he had chest pain and his arm hurt a little bit. I weakly asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor and he said no and he thinks that it was because he was carrying the luggage and he pulled a muscle. It persisted for a little while (and he did have GERD) so he took some Tums and medicine for what we both agreed was probably just heartburn. He even let out a huge burp at one point. We ordered takeout, ate, he took a shower, and he said he was starting to feel better. Then he laid down in bed while I stayed up in the next room watching TV. I heard what I thought was severe snoring in the next room so I went to go check on him. Thatās when I saw him completely purple and looking like he was seizing and gasping for air. I ran up to him and slapped his face a little bit to wake him up because I thought he was choking in his sleep. Then I realized something else was wrong so I attempted to blow into his mouth and vomit came out, and I pumped on his chest not really even knowing what I was doing. Then I ran into the hallway screamed for help, came right back and called 911. I thought he was struggling to breathe. The operator asked if he was breathing and I said yes but heās struggling so she told me to turn him on his side which I had already done because he vomited. I asked if I should do CPR and she said no to just leave him on his side. I gave her my apartment information and let me tell you it took forever for anyone to get here, when I kept asking where they were finally she tells me my apartment number that she gave them and it was the wrong damn number. I tell her that it looks like he stopped breathing and then she tells me to flip him over and to start pumping on his chest, without breathing any air into him. I do this for what seems like forever and finally the EMTd arrived.
They were to young, petite girls and they were panicked. They didnāt even touch him. They were concerned with making room on the floor to take him off of the bed and put him on the ground so they were moving tables and knocking over stuff because we have a small apartment. I asked if I should continue doing the chest compressions and they said no. I started to try to move the coffee table in the living room. I even asked if they need help moving him. They were seriously floundering around forever when the paramedics finally showed up with a bunch of people and their machines. I left the bedroom and I waited in the living room. I really thought at this point they were going to bring him back and we were going to go to the hospital so I started collecting any medication he was on and I put my shoes on. When one of the paramedics came out he told me that he had a cardiac arrest and was nonresponsive and they were going to call the doctor and ask if she wants them to continue. Then he came back and told me the doctor said to terminate. I didnāt understand how this could happen so quickly and seemingly out of nowhere. For the next few hours police came, a detective came, my best friend drove three hours to come be with me, a medical examiner came, and took him.
Thinking back, of course I feel immense guilt because we should not have assumed his pain was heartburn, but he had no known history of heart issues. And looking back I also realize his mother had heart issues and his father died of a stroke just a few years older than he was , so we shouldāve taken it more seriously. Sadly, I later saw on his phone he had been googling heartburn remediesā¦ I feel terrible about this, and wish I had been more concerned and made other decisions. He was healthy and always went to the doctor, unlike me who avoids the doctor until I canāt anymore. He had actually just had the flu and went to the doctor a week prior and they told him his blood pressure was fine. He had a bad cough but it went away for the weekend so I thought he was getting better. They didnāt do an autopsy and the reason for death is still pending so I donāt know if I will ever really know but Iām assuming something happened after he lifted the suitcases up the stairs - maybe a tear in his artery? I have no idea and it kind of doesnāt matter at this point because he is gone either way.
I had to tell his mother who does not live in this country and she was a complete mess. A neighbor who caught me in a vulnerable moment when I told them everything that happened that day ended up calling her and telling her the details before I could meet her in person to speak more with her. So now she blames me for his death, and is extremely angry at me. This was of course the most hurtful reaction that made me feel like death as well. I havenāt spoken to her since and was advised by her family not to, which is fine with me.
I donāt have any close family. My mother is not doing well. I do have a couple of good friends who have been there for me and a couple of his family members have as well. We donāt have any kids. We have pets. He was always concerned if something happened to the both of us who would take care of the pets. We never thought it would be a reality so soon.
I cried my eyes out for the first week prior to the viewing so much that I could barely open them, they were so puffy. I cry every day, but most of the day Iām just trying to organize stuff like the probate paperwork and the rent and the finances and all of these details. I made myself a doctor appointment and he prescribed me a very low dose of Xanax, because at times I was waking up with my heart beating so fast that I was scared something might happen to me as well - I donāt really feel any different taking it for now. It took me forever to get my insurance verified for a grief counselor but I will have a meeting with her this coming week.
There are so many times a day I think of that moment, when I saw him struggling to breathe and tried to help. I actually googled symptoms and there is some comfort for me in believing that he was already unconscious when this was happening as it may have been an automatic response. We were not religious and I consider myself open to ideas and maybe a little bit spiritual but not really sure how any of that works. Suddenly, Iām just looking and hoping for signs of his energy anywhere because I canāt imagine life without his presence, even if itās just in the form of his energy surrounding me.
We were together a little over 12 years in total. Before he and I started dating, there were a couple of years where I had terrible anxiety and agoraphobia and my health and life spun out of control. I am very afraid of getting back to that place so I have been trying to practice self-care and trying to do all the little things he used to do around the house to make sure that I stay in control.
Iām worried about the strangest things like what to do with all of his old photos with his friends and what to do with the records that his dad used to own that he wanted to digitize. Things like the fact that he didnāt finish his puzzle or the story he was writing make me so sad. We loved doing things together and we primarily did things alone. I have already canceled our summer vacation plans. It makes me sad that spring is coming and we wonāt get to go to the botanical garden together to take pictures; he was very into photography. Iām already thinking about how alone itās going to be on Christmas and Halloween, which is our dating anniversary that we always celebrated and next Valentineās Day, which is our wedding anniversary.
It feels good to see his friends speak so highly of him but itās also sad because he was such a genuinely good guy that had my complete trust and I know that the love and partnership we shared is very rare. I count the years that I probably have left to live and wonder how Iām going to do it without him. We had a lot of big plans and dreams and he was trying to help me achieve goals that I had that I canāt even imagine caring about anymore. I have no idea what my life will look like now because he was so intertwined with it. I guess I was wrong to even imagine a future because in an instant everything can be taken away, and nothing makes sense anymore.
One month ago was both the best and worst day of my life. I had started having contractions in the early morning and my water broke that afternoon. I was 39+3 and we were so excited to meet our little man. We were absolutely giddy with love and excitement all day.
When we got to the hospital, the nurse was having trouble with the doppler and told us she was going to grab the ultrasound and a doctor. The doctor came in with the ultrasound, dug around for a bit, then said he needed to grab a different doctor. At this point I knew that something was wrong. The doctors came back and told us there was no heartbeat and that he was gone.
After a long labor, I gave birth to the most beautiful baby I've ever seen on 2/2. I didn't fully believe that he was actually gone. When he came out, I was half expecting to hear him cry but that sound never came. It hurts to know that I'll never hear his cry or his laugh. I don't know what color his eyes are or if he's got his dad's hitchhiker thumbs. We'll never know if he would have been as stubborn in the world as he was in the womb. We'll never get to see him grow up and we don't get to be his parents the way we want to be.
I was eventually diagnosed with pre-eclampsia and HELLP syndrome, which extended our hospital stay. We said our final goodbyes to Levi and we left the hospital with a box of mementos instead of our baby. We brought his ashes home on Valentine's day and his urn is so much smaller than I imagined it would be. The autopsy has come back inconclusive and we don't know why he isn't here with us.
Tomorrow is my birthday. One month ago I imagined I'd be spending the day with my one month old asleep on my chest while my husband cooked me dinner and showered us with kisses. Instead, we get to spend the day with a giant hole in our hearts and dream about what could have been.
I feel so much guilt and shame and hatred for myself and my body. I have the body of a mother and no baby to show for it. I don't know how this is supposed to get better. I don't know how we're supposed to move on without our boy.
Mom and Dad love you so much, Levi š©µ
Mas que nada porque yo (que me gustan canciones como "regalo caro", o "cuerno azulado" por citar ejemplos) considero que hay un potencial mas alla de las letras que retraten una vida con un estilo de vida propios de gente metida en esos negocios, pero parece que los temas que proponen nuevas formas de llevar el genero (como el dembou o esas canciones como con bases mas fiesteras) siguen muy impregnadas (a nivel lirico) de esa n4rc0cultura de las sustancias, los grupos organizados, etc (cuatro ejemplos de a que me refiero... Harley quinn de fuerza regida, alucin de SebastiƔn esquivel, y las ultimas canciones del wero freson)
En mi opinion estas canciones no necesitan esa carga lirica, a mi parecer el hecho de que se hable de camionetas blindadas y fierros le da un toque algo extraƱo (como una intro de anime con la voz de valentin elizalde)
Se que me veo algo mamon, pero que pueden decir al respecto?
PD: menciono al wero freson, porque me da la sensacion de que a sus 18 aƱos (creo) el sujeto toca mucho esos temas, y a veces me da la sensacion de que le esta quedando grande el genero al que esta participando
Hi all! My partner loves anything alien related and is new to the horror genre. I wanted to surprise him with something for Valentine's Day - does anyone have recommendations? He's seen Dark Skies, all of the Alien and Predator movies, I even showed him a few episodes of Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities like Autopsy and The Viewing. Just making sure we've watched all the best/cool stuff out there that's up his alley. Thank you in advance!
My Late fiancĆ© was a serial cheater, liar, abuser, toxic, etcā¦ I didnāt find out the worst of it until he committed suicide in front of me and Iām still finding out more horrific details each day. I donāt know how to process any of it because I will never get the chance to speak my truth and tell him off. Iāve tried writing it out and screaming but it doesnāt help. His family is just as toxic and Iām not able to get anything from them. They even allowed the behavior because theyāre narcissistic psychopaths as well.
I couldnāt even get my things from his place because they just gave everything away and claimed they boxed up my stuff but how would they know whose stuff was which? He always just helped himself to my stuff without asking and even sentimental things my Late Father had gifted me he took and they just kept it or gave it away. I wasnāt even asked what I wanted from his stuff. Even though I spent thousands on him and he owed me so much money.
I wasnāt mentioned in his obituary and they tried to lie and said we had broken up and he had a new girlfriend mind you barely legal that he was with but all that shows is that they had zero issues with his cheating on me.
One of his sisters even stalked me online, said they were getting another autopsy because I killed him, how his truck was repoed, ( thought that they could keep it but not pay for it) how she was excited to meet his ānew girlfriendā because their mother loved her (funny how the side piece was a complete liar and mentally disturbed) and she knew she would and how he would bring her in his new truck, (truck not new and no one in that family ever owned a new anything), how they had to pack up his stuff (didnāt check on me to even realize I had to pack up my stuff and had to get rid of everything that had his blood and other bodily things on it since he did it in front of me at my place) how I was lying about not being invited to funeral, (they literally made remarks on the sly and with their tones that they didnāt want me there to my family and took the fact that I was too out of it to object) and how I wasnāt singing his praises.
I just feel insane in the brain. I canāt get my thoughts and feelings together. One minute I love him then the next I hate him. I hate his family who didnāt help him but encouraged his toxic behavior because theyāre the same. He came to my house that night and wreaked my property, broke the screen in my phone, yelled at me because I wasnāt playing nice and allowing him to cheat with no consequences.
How I found one of his mistresses and instantly realized he brought another psychopath into my life and endangered my health and wellbeing yet again. I canāt even access his social medias because he blocked me so I wouldnāt see his cheating and his sister who claims she only got a hoodie he wore that night that was in his truck searched through his stuff and now runs his socials because he couldnāt remember a damn thing and wrote everything down, so she has his passwords and emails.
Guess who she kept on there the mistresses, who also wrote on his online obituary saying he will be loved and missed. I lost my virginity to this person that I told him I was saving for my future husband and he acted like he was so happy to have met a good woman that held on to that even in her 30s. I treated him like a king, never cheated, gave him the world, bent over backwards for him, and I put up with his crap for basically seven years. He committed suicide a month before we wouldāve hit our seven year mark. He literally waited until I turned around a few inches from him to do it.
This month is not only valentine day but my late fatherās birthday month as well and Iām all kinds of messed up even more. I have a psychiatrist and therapist who prescribed me meds (never thought Iād be on them) that donāt seem to help. Even typing this doesnāt help. Can anyone offer advice?