Anyone who decides to get in our way will meet with the same consequences. Lonnie was a smart boy, but he never knew when to stop. His son clearly shares that trait. Jenny, Donnie’s mother, has a long history with us. She is one of our most valued members. Her work with The Betrothed and The Brethren is, by far, among the best. Mommy misses you Donnie. Don’t repeat your father’s mistakes.
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We will profit from your failures, just like we will profit from your successes. We will make you dance, one way or another. Chucky will not be able to help you. Your teachers saw your potential. It’s such a shame you never lived up to it. You know you did it, Donnie. All you have to do is admit it.
The creatures they had us make… I don’t know who was giving them the supplies, but I know that the same ones supplying them were also the ones receiving the finished products. This cyclical trade doesn’t add up.
They tricked us into drinking poison. I brought my own lunch every day. When I was young, I had no idea of the effects. I only knew it didn’t look right… didn’t smell right either. Looking back, it’s likely they put their drugs in both the food and the “water”.
I have trouble recalling the names of the teachers, since I despised them so much. Even the ones I trusted most turned around and took any opportunity they could to betray me. At the end of the day, I was just a tool to them… another cog in the machine.
I don’t remember every last detail. My relationship with my parents was a strained one, that much I can say. They looked for any excuse to shove me through the door of that Hellish facility. Sometimes I think I was the only sane one there, but given my own actions, I have to question that as well.
I tried my best to get through each day. In a school like that, though, it wasn’t easy. Teachers were supplying students with drugs, which came from an outside source. I was the only one who refused to be part of this trade.