Letter: 42

When I woke up I head down to the living room and saw Number 42 snoring on the couch. He looked like he was having the beat sleep if his life. I started to dust around the house when something fell out of 42's pocket.

It looked like a diary. Being the gossip girl I am, I took a peak into his diary.

April 24 1953

I was finally taken in to a home! I thought I was never ever gonna adopted because I was a 15 year old orphan paperboy, But I was finally taken in. It was by these weird homos in black suits. They needed me for this EmKay-Ultra thing, however you pronounce it. I just hope that I finally get to experience a loving home.

June 5 1958

5 years…

I've been injected with multiple drugs over these past years. Its to the point where when I bleed, its not red, its purple and blue. I've developed ulcers and have to be connected to a tube to survive.

I swear if I hear the word LSD one more time, I will kill someone.

September 21 1964

The expirement went fucking wrong.

They were trying to figure out if they could control my mind, instead I gained the ability to do it. I was able to manipulate the brain into killing itself like a bomb in the head. I killed 34 people in that building. They only detained me with a taser and put me in solitary confinement.

December 18 1980

I might be able to see people again in the first time in 16 years. A prosecutor is looking to ask questions. At least that is what the guard told me. I Just wish somebody would break me out.

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I almost broke down into tears. I only skimmed through the diary but I felt something. I felt rage. A poor boy that was orphaned at a young was a MKUltra expierement.

Suddenly, I could see Number 42 looming over me. " Why would you read that? ", He groaned.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my brain.

AHH

FUCK ME IN THE ASS!!!

MY HEAD FEELS LIKE IT IS BEING SMACKED ON THE GROUND A MILLION TIMES

I was on the ground sweating and red. " Dont worry. ", Number 42 assured. " I'm nit gonna kill you, just make you feel pain for a bit. "

As I seized on the ground I could see Number 42 grab his diary and throw it out the window. I closed my eyes, hoping to ease the pain.

I lost consciousness and everything went dark