As I have continued to meet with Detective Malone he has been openly honest with me, at least when he talked about Mich. All they wouldn't tell me is how his first meeting went. I imagine it wasn't very well and he felt the same shock I did my first time. He only said 'it was none of my concern to worry about someone not related to me'. Regardless of how it went I know Mich; and Mich would challenge anyone to a fight if they were talking bad about Father. Talking bad about Father not only peeved him with Detective Malone, but also with me. Against my better judgement Detective has tried to still pry me open for more information about my past. Some information he wants I still can't give him because we're going back to when I was three.

Everytime we talk, or try to at least, it causes me a great deal of mental pain. I cannot do it in front of Detective but I bury these feelings deep and isolate them from the rest of my mind. Even as my power has developed I have started to feel Mich's pain and other emotions. It's as if there is mental turmoil in my head and has started to blend together instead of merely being my own and Mich's. Everyday I know more and more about the people I meet with and they have created connections to my mind. Nevertheless I am sick and tired of everyone trying to understand me and help me when they don't even know me: all the poking around, the questions, but most of all the lies. Especially from Father, with his 'oh I'll help you with this'll and 'Mellain remember to complete the course'. I'm sick of it all! For most of my life I believed myself to be a weapon of mass destruction. Now I'm apparently a tightly woven riddle for people to solve, but once they started pulling out strands I have become more unpredictable and more unstable. My only hope is to escape this prison. Then there is Mich.

As much as I wholeheartedly believe he would kill me at any chance I wouldn't feel right to leave him behind. I cannot decipher whether it's my own stupidity or because I have grown used to his company. If I left him Detective would most likely send Mich away to the CIA to be experimented on. It hurts my mind and self to imagine all the circumstances he could be put in. They would put him through so much pain and torture, unless I try to save him. Right now it wouldn't work but I could kill him, all I would need is the right moment. My psyche is warring with thoughts, one part saying killing him isn't logical the other saying it's possible and I should start acting before I go insane.

As my mind races to find the solution to my problems I keep a low profile. Detective is still trying to uncover me, meeting with me multiple times a day just to give me a punishment for disobeying him before. I need to escape, but for now I shall bide my time for the right moment.

That time will come. When it is upon me I shall be ready with a force unknown to mankind, until then. I start making my escape checklist. First I will overcome the mental turmoil and figure out whether killing Mich is necessary. Second I will follow the Detective and his cronies. I'll continue to puzzle it out but this about all the plans I have.

The next day the guards came to fetch me for my first meeting of the day with Detective Malone. That time you get a buzz when you know you're about to do something radical and no one else knows, that's where I'm at. I figure after I meet with the detective and the guards are taking me back to my lonely cell I would attack.

The meeting was short and was not anything like the recent ones where he tries to bore into my mind and dissect it. He asked a couple of general questions and sent me on my merry way. I knew that once the door shut and the guards and I were alone then I would attack. And just like clockwork it did happen just as I imagined.

We were on our way back to my cell when I mentally flung the guards against the walls. Their impact from the wall to the floor made one groan a little and the other unconscious. Right after alarms went off, but that wasn't a problem either. All it took was a little look at a camera and I sent a kill message to the main control room. Once it reaches the room it will short circuit the panels and stop the alarms.

Then there were the guards. Coming my way I dove into a nearby alcove and waited them out. Thundering footsteps came by and left, some standing around like the boxing dummies from our training room. As I waited I tried again to reach for Mich's mind and physically get him to move from the hospital to me. This was going to be the real challenge because if he starts to react to my mind in his it could shut us both down. In the time it takes to take a breath I find him and get his mind.

Luckily he wasn't strapped down and was asleep. Ugh but getting him to walk, now that felt painful. That is like painfully slow and then there are quite a few doors between him and I that he can't get through. I hold onto him long enough to mentally whisper a goodbye, and let him go. As I returned to my alcove I noticed a small window that was luckily left open and large enough for me to slip through.

I cashed into the yard and never turned back, and let my anger and adrenaline carry me away from my captivity and lies.