Torture

I am approaching this entry with more than a little trepidation, and not necessarily because of the plight of poor Dr. Geek. Actually, that bastard is getting off fairly light-you see he was really in no danger of becoming a meat snack for any critters here, I made those things up...but more on that poor sap in a little bit...

The real reason I have been having a hard time preparing this post is the date that is rapidly approaching. October 31. Halloween. Happy Death Day to me!

Yeah, this Halloween, or Samhain as I refer to it now, will be the second anniversary of my untimely death...it will be two years from the night where I was assassinated by some killers who were hired by Drake to make my body (and Spirit) the next subject of his fucked up experiment that he called the Omega Project.

Even though it is the second anniversary of my death, it is actually going to be first time that I have been aware of it as such. It took Drake, Papa Locks, El Diablito and Dr. Geek over a year to make me fully operational. I was, for the most part, trapped inside that stupid Chakra device that they had created to contain and channel my Spirit in ways they had hoped would make me the amenable little robot of doom that they had intended to create. Instead, the bastards got something far worse...they created a monster with the heart and soul of a man.

I am not sure what I am going to do just yet to mark this sort of special occasion, or if I am going to slip away into the Shadow to let it pass.

I am not supposed to feel any damn emotions...but shit, this has gotten hard...

Fuck, those damn voices are whispering to me again...I will have to continue with the story on Tuesday if I am able. I need to go...