OSD Frank Morgan, Chapter One

"Name's Frank Morgan. Born 19th of december in Lakewood, Planet YO946. Graduation 3245. Science projects and research at various different clinics throughout Treros and Cyryrna. Two failed marriages, no kids. Practising Psychotherapeut and forensic advisor at the Kennedy medical center in Blackwater City, Treros. And today, failed at the last attemt to escape from this city. Free and safe means of communication; impossible or highly unlikely, which is why i use this audio log to report what i've seen and heard. I do this in the weak hope of this document somehow finding it's way outside of this city. Far away from her. Maybe this audio log will one day help to uncover the shocking incidents of which i stand witness. A witness, who wanted to intervene; and couldn't. And who's escape now ends where it started this morning. Everything was prepared, the tickets to Cyryrna bought, and my traced wiped clean. I reserved a whole compartment, just to be sure. A completely stupid measure but in my paranioa i believed to exclude the possibility, for "him" to sit next to me. I feel stupid to admit it, but on my way to the transit station i was actually confident in my chances. I thought everything through extremely well, no trace of knee jerk reactions or hectic, even though, in retrospect, i wished it would have been that way because it would now be easier for me. Easier, because my escape attempt would have only been the product of a clouded moment, Born in panic or idiocy. Failed weakness doesn't nearly outweigh broken strength. Now every scaring realization seems frighteningly trivial. I learned as a prisoner of this city, to protect myself from all risky feelings; all of them; except for one, the most dangerous and deadly: Hope. Against it seductive powers, even the greatest fear and intellect are weak. The day heralds this in glowing letters. Now i'm here. Sitting at my desk and waiting for my single malt to kick in.

Even though i've turned on all of my radiators, it's ice cold. It probably won't take too long until the power goes out aswell. They decided to remove the "foreign body". Out of their perspective, comprehensible. I had my chance to be part of it all but i played my cards wrong. It seems like complete madness, seeing how innocent all of this took it's turn."

The first one to have asked me after a place called the "Darkside Park" was Scott Harrison. A little boy from the junior high. That was sometime in spring. Time and time again, i've asked myself, how the things would have been, if this moment wouldn't have happened at all. Certainly i'd be in a different place now; and Scotts parents would still have a son. Today i know, that, on that day, we touched the silky sting of an enourmous spider web. And far away, in the middle, a huge spider was awakened to still hunt today but one after another.

It began as i moved from a small colony on moon 5774-BG to Blackwater City, not only, to gain distance from my second ruined marriage. End of Month 14 i took the job as a nurse at the Kennedy Medical Centre. At the same time, i worked on a report on PTSD. My old mentor, Dr. Joseph Berret had a little boy in therapy back then, who had to be treated stationary after a psychological shock incident. Scott Harrison. He and his best friend, Toby Jenkins one day didn't return home prom playing. As they weren't home in the evening after having played outside, the search for them began. Two full days, policemen and volunteers combed the entire territory from here until Ember Falls, but without success. On the morning of day three, they found Scott alone, stumbling through the shaden forest. He mumbled incoherent things about evil eyes and strange men whom he had seen. His friend Toby remained missing. As soon as Scott was back in the city, his hysterical Self Monologues abruptly stopped. Physically, he was unharmed but he exhibited heavy dissociative complexes and refused to talk about anything he had seen and heard. After unsuccessfully treating him with medicine, i decided to talk to him from a psychological standpoint. After approximately one month, the shell with which Scott disconnected himself from the outside world, seemed to show first cracks. We were outside at the playground of the clinic, which i implemented as a part of my treatment. Except for us, three other children were there. I still know how it was quite warm as i tried to animate Scott to use the jungle gym. After a while of playing, Scott suddenly turned around to look at me and ask me the quetion: "Do you know the Darkside Park?" During the first seconds, i was too perplex to realize what the boy said and denied, when Scott turned around, lost in thoughts; mumbling: "Toby is there now; the white man has taken him"