I'm Kay

My name is Kay. Right now, I miss two things -- Sonya and Gavin.

I'm probably a horrible person for saying it, in that order -- Sonya's just a car, for crying out loud, and Gavin's a human being -- but it's true. I miss the car more than I miss Gavin.

The thing is, though, when Gavin volunteered for sentry duty for the Caravan, he knew what he was getting into. He wouldn't let me miss him at all if he could do anything about it now, anyway. He'd always say, "If anything happens to me, just keep driving. Always, keep driving." He was perfectly aware of what'd happen to him, and he got killed, just like how he'd predicted.

Sonya, though, I think I'm allowed to miss her. It's been so long since I've been able to feel the wind whip across her, over me, the roof gone to accommodate Gavin's big head. Sonya may have been too small for him, but she was the perfect size for me, and now she's been taken away.

Gavin said to keep driving. Well, Gavin, if you can hear me right now, I'll tell you I can't keep driving like I told you I would. The Caravan won't let me. They're making me look after your killer, instead, and they won't let me do anything to him, the bastards.

I just want my car back. I know I can't have Gavin back, but the least they can do is give me my car back and let me do my job.

I'm Arthur

I'm Arthur. It's not the best picture of me over there, so don't get the wrong ideas...

I'm taking a break. I found a stopping point and by that time, I realized that I was tired enough to eat a horse.

That came out wrong.

Anyway, Henry was around the workshop but then he ran off. If anybody sees him, give me a call because the lair is an awful place to get lost in. I mean, really, I've been lost in this place for weeks, and that was back when we had a whole crew of flunkies to carry out evil deeds and all the trappings of supervillainy running around. Now the place is just empty and you could be wandering around this place for months if you didn't have any help or at least a map, and even then...

Well, yeah, wandering here is bad. I used to like to wander when I was a kid but around here it's a safety risk. Not to mention all the stuff still active from when we were more active in our supervillainy. I'd hate for him to step on a live land mind or something. Nuclear reactors aren't the only dangerous things around here.

Not that we have one of those.

...

Don't tell anybody. It'll be our little secret. And now I've got to get back to my work.

1. My Name Is Henry

Hi. My name's Henry. I didn't even know that they had internet access down here in the lair, but I guess I found it. I guess with the right equipment, you can find the internet anywhere, right?

I guess because this is my first post, I ought to say a little about myself. That's proper, right? But there really isn't a lot to say. I'm sixteen years old, live in the eastern United States, and I like to read. I guess the only reason I'm writing this blog post right now is because I'm a little lonely. I'm stuck fifty-two stories below the ground and I did bring a few books, but I have a feeling it's not enough to tide me over.

My brother tried to scare me by saying there was a nuclear reactor down here. I don't know what happened, but God damn, it worked. It's just four of us, and that's not enough to run something nuclear. You need a lot of people to run those things.

There really isn't much to say. I'm not feeling that great at the moment, so I think I'll stop for now. Maybe take a nap. So this is just a hello. I'll post more later. Okay?

Hello, My Name Is...

Haphazard, or Hap for short.

I write.

This is where the voices come out to play.