21/06/05

It's been a few days since me and my wife found this place. I know I'll never be able to share this story to the public, but it keeps my sane to write it down. Maybe one day I can look back at this with my family and wonder how in the world we got out of this mess. It's a distant dream I hope to come true.

"This place" I said me and my wife found was the lab of some sorts we followed my old men to. It was like a base for their tricks and villainy. They had continued without me in their own wicked ways. And you know what? They decided to name their hidden institute the Winterbrook just to mock me. They wouldn't even change it to the language they know my wife and I resented, it had to be Winterbrook.

My wife had made a makeshift wrap on my arm, which had been shot, before following the men. They reminded us that we were in no state to fight them. We were outnumbered even without the fact that they all had some sort of weapon, commonly guns. I kindly reminded them of our deal. I would be able to stay by my children's sides as whatever happened to them. So, me and my wife stayed.

Seeing as this was a lab, I was taken and my arm was treated. Their doctors handled me with care, another thing to mock me. They babied as if I was a bomb ready to blow, but everyone there knew I was powerless, I couldn't and wouldn't do anything.

My children have just been hooked up to whatever the men were putting them in. It wasn't hard for them to do all this. They told my children that everything was fine since mommy and daddy were there. My children accepted this. Now it's my fault again.

I don't know what kind of things they are putting in to my children, but they started giving them small shots. It was just two, but I know it can't be anything for medical purposes. Maybe it's hormones to make them grow faster. Maybe they are testing poisons to see what's not lethal but so close you wish it was. I don't like guessing, but it's all I can do.

Oh how I wish I could free my children from these prisons. My wife and I have honestly wanted to try, planning every night in the small room they let us have. But their fake hospitality is frightening. Again, we are greatly outmatched. One little slip and we're dead, and our children would probably go with us. I didn't want that to happen. Whatever they were doing truly can't be as awful as death, especially the death of such small beings who have so much to live for and grow up to do. But they will never get to do those things until they are freed.

Freedom. That was the one things I kept getting promised. My children would be freed if all went well. But what was "it"? What if "it" was brainwashing them to being deranged and killers? If they were freed then, no good would come from that. They wouldn't be freed, the evil surrounding their souls and hearts would be. What if "it" was killing them? These men would be the types to be cruel and end up giving them death and disposing of them before allowing me happiness of a normal life with my family.

But I can't assume the worst right now. I try to comfort my wife, but constant sobbing seemed to be all that she could do. I want to make her feel better, but I can't. Anything I'd tell her would either be a lie or she wouldn't believe me. I can't be optimistic right now, that would be undermining the situation and disrespecting my children, who were still being done God knows what to. All I can do is sob with her.

Alicia hasn't cried in so long. It's not like she was an emotionless person, she was actually quite expressive. It's just that for a long time those expressions have been of anything but sorrow. We've felt peace and joy of being newly weds and then newly parents. But all that could be gone, and we didn't know what to think.

Sometimes, all night I would have to hold my wife. She would weep as she wailed "our babies are gone! Oh lord help them, our babies are gone!". My wife wasn't much of a religious person, and neither was I, but now we find ourselves praying every night for the safe return of our children. If any Gods were out there, I hope they heard us and grant our deepest wishes. That is all we ask of them, the safe return of our children.

I hope anyone reading this would grant us that as well. Who knows, maybe God likes receiving written messages better than prayers. But maybe, if this is in the hands of someone that isn't God, that means the deed has been done. That these men did what they wanted, and it's too late.

But I can't think like that.