Day One

I'm starting this journal in honor of Adam. He was never without one before that night. I wonder if he has one with him now. They took him from me so I don't know. I know nothing about what's going on with him. My friends think that knowing nothing, having no clues nearly eight months after his disappearance means that he's dead, but they are wrong. I can feel him, I can't explain why, but i know he's not dead. I know he's out there, but something's wrong. The only reason why he hasn't come back is because he can't. Something is standing in our way, but what?

The day I left them my friends, my family, they had no idea where I was, or where I had gone, but apparently Jude knew enough to put a tracker on my jacket. The bastard. I didn't want them to find me, I can't stand the thought that they think he's dead. They've given up, but when I got back to the hotel today, after I picked up this little leather bound book, I wasn't alone. Sitting at my little Formica table, twirling one the empty gin bottles was Jude. He gave up waiting to here from me, and refuses to leave.  I can't say I was surprised, but today of all days was odd timing, even for our little family. 

Early this morning, at dawn I was supposed to meet the Seer, but I was five minuets late. I'd bought one to many whiskey's in the bar and stumbled too much on my way there.   When I finally got to the meeting place she was dead, but not just dead. Something had ripped her into shreds. Her remains were eviscerated. Something ate her heart, but whatever killed her missed something.

In her hand was my slip of paper. The one she promised to hand me, the one she said would have the clue I needed.

I was expecting something elaborate, a location or something , but it was just one word. A name.

Gabriel.