Entry 49: Chaos -Carl-

The thought of facing off against another God makes me sick. Alex, my brother, and I had way too much to handle with Moloch. Yet here I am, planning to take down another one. At least this time none of us are going to end up dead. Still, something is fishy about this whole thing.

First of all, I've never heard of this thing being here till now. I've also never heard of these children that are supposedly going missing, I mean, I don't doubt Jay’s ability; but something isn't right here. We're going to make our move on the nest tomorrow . . . then we'll see if that filthy Minoan beast is actually what Jay heard it was.

I've been training more since I heard of the Goddess; nearly non-stop. I'm exhausted but I'm sure I'll be able to keep everyone safe. It's late and I'm headed to sleep now. Tomorrow is a big day.

Entry 48: Finally -Ben-

After a long wait, we finally have a new case. Earlier today, Jay ran in the house yelling that he'd found us a new case. Apparently there is a Minoan Snake Goddess living in a nearby railroad tunnel that has been feasting on missing children. Now, my first reaction when hearing we'd be taking on a snake goddess, was one of surprise.

Carl was the one to meet my protests, explaining that most beings once thought of as Gods and Goddesses have since lost much of their power due to the lack of sacrifice. Some times one will try to get some sacrifices, but most have fallen into the groove of the new sacrifice-less era. They are no stronger than most demons . . . with out the sacrifices. With the sacrifices they are something different all together. Carl got silent and John busied himself with some papers.

Jay just got more excited and began to throw down papers and news reports; many of which you will see in a post soon to come. He started blabbering about how this creature was dangerous and needed to be put down. Something about legions of the undead rising and sacrifices. My interest wavered. Something about Jay just made his words seem so unimportant.

Maybe it was Minoan Snake Goddess.

Entry 47: My first post EVAR! -Jay-

The name I gave to this post is incredibly stupid. I gave it that name because John was just leaning over my shoulder and suggested it. Any interaction with them is good though; I put it there so they'd think better of me. It's bad enough that they ignore me half the time, and the other half they’re angry about something I did. I don't need them putting the hate on the name of my first post. I've been told that the others won't be able to view my posts so I can write anything I want. Therefore, I'm gonna start with this . . . I hate them all.

John is retarded and doesn't know when to shut up.

Carl thinks he's better than everyone else.

And Ben is just creepy. I mean, his family tree is covered with so much blood it makes Ted Bundy look like a teddy bear.

The only one I could stand was Alex, and because of Carl and John, he's gone. It doesn't matter. I have a plan.

Entry 46: Confusion -John-

I'm not weak. I'm not stupid. I've been fighting next to my brother for over a year. So, why is it that I'm always put aside when the battle starts to rage? Carl is usually the one to fight the big, bad ass and I'm stuck trying to hold my own against a stupid minion. Maybe the spirit was right. Maybe I am weak.

It's not like I don't have something to give to the group; I'm the rumor guy. My talent is talking to people and getting to information that would otherwise be unobtainable. Other than that, I am lacking in strength. I've trained with my brother and watched him surpass me. It doesn't matter. It's not like it bothers me too much.

What does bother me is the letter I got the other day. It was addressed to me and I found it under my pillow. When opened, it read, "You can bring him back."

It reminded me of Alex. I know that my brother did what he thought he needed to do, but I could have saved him. I know I could have, but again I'm viewed as weaker than him so he doubted me and instead held me back. I'll never forgive him for doing that, for letting Alex die . . . unless . . . I can bring Alex back. Maybe this note has something to do with that.

Entry 45: Not strong enough -Carl-

Luck. That's the only thing that got me out of that room. My brute strength was nothing compared to that spirit. It threw me around like a rag doll and then beat me into submission. I was not strong enough, but I'm working on that. I've been training non-stop and, while it is making me a little testy, I will have the strength to protect them next time.

I think it's time that I told you what happened to Alex.

It was our first case, not that we knew it at the time. Our friend Alex was having dreams about something called Moloch. Eventually we found out that it was a beast once worshipped as a sun God. With a little research and some asking around, we found that Moloch was going to sacrifice the entire town to get his strength back. While I was trying to get people out of the town, John and Alex were planning something completely different; an assault. They were set on stopping this creature from taking so many lives. I tried to talk them out of it, but in the end I went so that I could possibly get one of them out alive. It was down to the wire and everything looked grim. Then Alex realized the secret to destroying the beast and gave his life to do so. John tried to help him. I knew the score though; if he'd helped Alex, everything would be lost. I held him back. I endured his screams and punches while Alex burned away in to nothing. God, I can still remember the screams. Alex cried for help, and I held John back.

Since then a gap has opened between my brother and I, because of what I did. I think John understands why I did it but it still hurts. We decided to go out looking for things like Moloch and destroy every last one of them because of Alex. We'll make them all cinders so that no one else will ever have to go through what we went through.

Being with out a case gives me time to train. I've spent most of my time outside.

Entry 44: On the break -Ben-

With the lack of a case you'd think that they'd leave, but John, Jay, and Carl have made this place their base of operations. I don't mind; before they came around my place, it was completely empty. Even with them here, not much has changed. I can still walk through my house with out hearing a sound.

Ever since we solved the last case, everyone has kept to themselves. Jay is almost never around; always out and doing other things by himself. Carl has spent all of his time out back; training himself for our next battle, and John has been rather annoying lately. He seems to be trying to prove his worth to everyone. I'm not sure what happened to them in the house, but I do know what happened to me and it keeps my nights interesting.

The things I was told, and the blood that lies on my families hands all point to one thing: My family has a history of bloodshed. How can I know that I won't follow the same footsteps? How can I know that one day I will see a child and think it a good idea to end their life? These thoughts haunt my nights and I will not deny that I've woken up screaming with images of dead children. I am afraid of myself.

Yesterday I tried to get Carl to come inside and relax, but he started yelling at me about needing to be strong and being able to protect everyone. I could tell he had a lot on his mind so I left it at that. John didn't even react and I couldn't find Jay any where in the house. I just sat in my room surfing the internet.

Later I'm going to have a look in the book about ritual sacrifices. I want to learn more about how just 100 children could cause someone to become immortal.