It has been days since I escaped that retched place. Not long after I sprinted away I had found a highway and got picked up by a family on their way to Bloomington, Minnesota. Such a nice family. They took me all the way there and offered me a night in their hotel room. Politely I declined but believe me when I say I did consider it an option. Instead I tried to find the street we took the night before Operation Barrage was to take place. Thanks to my mind's similarity to photographic memory capacity I know I'm a few blocks away.

Trust me also when I say that this was not an ideal situation. What I really wanted was by now unattainable because of what he had done to me. No, what I came back to do was to find Father and tear him apart with the blessed gifts he created as Mich and I. Unfortunately I couldn't get Mich out with me so I will have to finish him myself. Shouldn't be hard, unless he invited his army.

Yes, I know how could it be that he had an army of children all gifted with the same abilities and powers as Mich and I. Now that wasn't hard to explain.

It was one of the first times I had been in Torture, and before Torture became more frequent Torture took place in our bedroom. He had tied me up to the wall facing the old, creaky mattress where Michael would sleep. When Father tortured me at this time it lasted three days, and during the first night hung up on the wall Mich told me what Father was up to.

"Mel you up?"

"Yes Mich."

"There's something I need to tell you."

"What is it Mich?"

"Father created more of us. Right now we are a part of his army."

"Mich? Are you absolutely sure?"

"He took me aside after our combat practice and was telling me this hoping it would inspire me."

That night Father figured that to make Torture more of a pain than a pleasure he moved it to another room and created situations to put us in everytime we are about to do something wrong. By now it was time the master of the dungeon meets his karma head on. For the night I was staying in a bus stop cubicle. Sleeping only a few hours before someone stepped in beside me and started my day up. Was time to end the maker called Father.