Location: Tartarus Prison

There's a man in Tartarus Prison who can get you anything you want. Cigarettes? Porn? Weapons? Or maybe something more valuable? Something like secrets? They call him Viper. Because he's quick to handle business but gives you a poison bite if you fuck shit up. Now that's a guy who embodies one of the seven deadly sins. Want to take a guess? Greed, that's the one!

Heard something juicy today. Stupid guy. Exchanged a whole lot of cigarettes and some favors to buy this secret from the Viper and I got it for free. Should've checked who was listening. Well, there's a top secret operation going on inside this prison. Some CIA guys observing and reporting about some of the inmates. All very sketchy. Some of these guys must have done some pretty treasonous things. I don't get the games high cunts play as long as I'm not involved.

A cow. I saw a fucking kid turn into a cow. That's right, folks! Black and white mammal with udders and all. I mean, one moment he was this greasy, afro shit stain by the name or Rambo or Lambo or some other stupid name, and he turns into a cow right in front of my eyes. I must be crazy except I know I didn't fucking hallucinate or anything. Four other kids, myself included, saw him as well. I was told that an accident occurred in the kitchen where, me and the other kids, were on duty to clean. They told us that we had inhaled gas that made us think that a boy turned into a cow but that doesn't explain where the gas came from or why the fuck was there a cow in the kitchen of a fucking prison. I mean I get if it was dead but a live fucking cow! And then some guys in black and white suits come and usher the cow away, into a van, and drove off to wherever secret lair they got. Fucking crazy! Shit just got interesting in this hell hole. Must talk to the Viper for info!

The things I had to do! The information wasn't cheap but it was worth it. Project "Heroes" they're calling it! Kids from all over the world were targeted with a virus. A virus! It's not contagious though. Only certain kids can be affected. It started seven months ago. The first case started in Italy. A kid by the name of Byakuran or something, anyway, the kid had a temporary madness where he almost killed his own mother! Damn. I mean that's evil. I may be a bastard but I had never struck out at my own mama! Anyway, that's not the weird part. The weird part was that shortly after that, he was found by some little kids at the park. They said that Byakuran kid had chicken wings sprouting out of his back. Chicken Wings! On his BACK! First, a kid turns into a cow, now we got chicken wing boy! This Project "Heroes" is a fucking freak show! Have to get more info.

Viper's gone. They transferred him to another facility. Fuck! My source of information on this so called Project "Heroes" is gone.

In my cell, thinking about those kids. Do all the affected get turned into human/animal hybrids or something? I can't sleep. When I do, all I dream about is a cow wearing spandex coming to save me. As if I wanted to be saved by that freak!

There was a riot today. I didn't care or participate in it. Not when I'm still thinking about the cow and chicken wing boy. And of Viper. I wondered how he knows all about this. These secrets and pieces of information that people would kill for. Kill for? Does the CIA know that I know about it? Will they take me out? I have to be careful.

I still think they don't know. They haven't done anything. Nothing at all.

I'm at the doctors. Grazed on the shoulder it seemed. So many riots lately. The Italian doctor, who looks like a real ladies man, took over for Ms. Joyce today. Her house burned down I was told.

"Okay, kid. Now, I don't normally treat boys but today is an exception."

"Okay, uh Doctor…?"

"Doctor Shamal." He said with a wide, thin smile.

I laughed. He reminded me of my favorite movie. The Grinch Whole Stole Christmas. But it's not Christmas, it's July. And I don't like being called a kid.

"Doctor. Call me Sam, not kid. I'm fucking seventeen, okay? I usually call others kid."

The doctor placed his hand on top of my shoulder where I immediately felt a sharp pain.

"Ouch!" I said.

I saw, with a blurred vision and intense gradual pain, the doctor take out a cigarette, lit it, and took two big puffs. He blew the smoke at me. I coughed madly through and saw the Grinch smile was back; a grin I was now terrified of.

With a condescending shake of his head, he said, "Shut the fuck up and die, kid."

I closed my eyes.