Truth.

Report #94 2013, September 12th.

We are currently at Vikady's trustworthy source, the guy calls himself The Fascist, he's hideout is full of svasticas and so on. While I find he's hobbies rather questionable, he has some good equipment and currently he is not only repairing our Van, he is also giving us some extra weapons.

While I have some free time, I would like to reveal my identity and everything about me. I need to remember this information and if I ever forget it, I won't have the motivation to move on. I also need to explain this, because if I further want to explain my time inside The Path, I need to explain this first.

I'm going to make this as short as possible, I don't like talking about this.

My name is not important, for those of you who have the time to look it up, be my guest.

I'm an Ex-KGB agent that is the truth, but I left out a very important detail, I am also an Ex-Husband and Father.

Used to be married to a woman named Kristine and had a little girl named Masha. Kristine was a very nice woman, I was lucky to ever meet her....

She was a Christian and basically she made me and Mashenka go to a church every sunday, she would always go inside the confession booth and confess her sins, I didn't do it, I just stood in the hall with Masha, waiting for her. I wasn't really a believer so I didn't waste my time doing that, Kristine would always make fun of me, of being afraid of confessing...

Once Mashenka grew a little older, Kristine asked her to do these confession sessions...

And one of these Sunday's... Kristine took Mashenka towards the booth, Kristine stood outside waiting for Mashenka to finish and Mashenka was outside, while I was in the hall as always....

It all happened in a second...

The sick fuck, the priest that was on the other side of the Booth, ran out swinging he's axe left and right, yelling something, in some languge...

My wife was in he's way, the sound of that axe going against her skull, my fucking god....

Next one was Mashenka, he had no fucking remorse, he....no...

I was too far away to stop him, my combat instinct kicked in, I was able to knock him out and take his axe away and only a couple of seconds later, my father instinct kicked in.

Looking at them, seeing them that way, I still remember holding both of their dead corpses, feeling their blood rush down my hands, their lifeless eyes starring up at me.

I sat there for an hour, with them in my hands, police tried to separate me from them, but as soon as they tried to pull me away I knocked them back. Somehow they were able to separate me from them and then I saw him, I saw that fucking psycho, I still remember that feeling, I wanted nothing to rip hes throat out,  but to he's luck the police pulled me away.

And after that I slowly stopped feeling anything, I didn't care about anything, except one thing, one thing kept clawing at my brain. If I was ready, if I was just an inch closer, I would be able to stop their death at the hands of that psycho, that sick fuck, that criminal.

And that's when I snapped, I started seeing things I never payed attention to before, I was happy, I didn't need to see other people's despairs. I saw the world around me differently, people were being killed left and right, women, children, everyone.

That's when I started killing those who deserved it.

God....

Report #94 Ended.