Sinful Wings

this is kai i don't know where im at im speedtyping this these people are insane they want to do some sort of ritual and summon something im not sure what and i dont care help me dear god they said that once theyre done theyre going to kill me mom dad please read this they hit my back afew times and now i cant feel some parts of my body help me shit got to go

Hello.  This is Kareena still. Um...I woke up just little bit ago.  I was on the floor of the front room.  I never sleep on the floor if I can help it.  I...I woke up wearing this odd jacket.  A black one with a collar covered in black feathers.  I do not own a jacket like this. And I can barely see that there's a feather embroidered on the back of it, under the collar.  The thread is as black as the leather, and this leather feels...off.  I can't really explain it.  It feels like it should be like, alligator or some reptile, but much more pliable. I also woke up sore, and with some bruises.  I think....maybe I slept-walked? ...Given the absolute insanity I went through the last few days and weeks, why would I assume that it would be a simple explanation?  I bet you fifty to one that it was that Bird Bitch. Maybe I should also update you on what's going on. I spoke to Kai's parents about what I learned and from what I can tell, they are finally doing somethi

Kai was taken by KRAKEN!  Dr. Ferris practically confirmed it in his latest posting at this time! Finally something I can work with.  I need to head to his parents' place to walk Kai's dog anyway so now's a perfect time to yell at them for being so...so...damn ignorant and obtuse! And maybe now they will FINALLY tell Royce and I what the hell's going on!  Oh those two! Oh, um...before I forget, I found that Valravn person again.  I wanted her to tell me why Kai seemed important to her, yet all she told me was that, as a feather, my questions mean nothing to her. And for some reason, when I tried to attack her, I...I couldn't.  I couldn't move a muscle.  it scares me that she apparently may have that kind of power over me.  But I never accepted being her pawn, so I need to find a way to get around that the next time we meet.  Maybe Kai's book can help with that. I don't know.  But this all feels wrong now. Talk to you all later.

Today, Royce and I actually met with the Private investigator that we spoke on the phone.  I'll transcribe the event as faithfully as I can. I recall that Royce and I were walking Flufflebutt down the road, making sure the large fluff keeps his shoes on.  (Yes, I got him little shoes so he doesn't burn his feet.  Mock me all you want, he takes to them with little effort.)  I believe we were walking by him when Royce groaned in exasperation and said my name and then told me that tanks weren't meant for civilian use. That was when the man stopped us and introduced himself as Tony.  I sadly didn't catch his last name, but he told us that he was investigating Kai's disappearance. Royce and I both were happy to tell him everything we knew about it, even walking to the bookstore. Kai was pretty much snatched from the front of the store, having been asked by Karika to close up for her.  He asked Karika if there were any security cameras in her shop, or outside the

I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to leave that mess of words on Kai's blog.  It's been a hectic few weeks, what with Kai going missing, the bookstore being robbed, my mother going to the hospital because some bird crashed through her windshield, causing her to not see the red light. I know I hate my mother because of how selfish she is, but my father wants nothing to do with me, having signed me away at birth before taking off to God knows where. I don't need anyone to stay with me, if that's what you're worried about.  Mom usually takes off for weeks at a time, so I'm well versed in taking care of the bills and utilities. And...well...oh alright, I'll be honest.  There's this bird person that's practically been haunting me for the last few months.  I think she calls herself Valravn, but I'm not entirely sure.  She speaks in whispers and guilts, so it's abit hard to understand her. Recently, she put some strange tattoo on me, telling