Entry 5, date sometime in September I think.
I passed through some towns and did some jobs around them for cash this week though the jobs were pretty interesting from the gas station in the last town I was out, it was fixing a couple of cars one of them was a nice old Mustang classic 70s like my grandpa owns and a broken pump, bit of fun figuring out the pump even gave me some ideas after figuring out how it worked, after escaping the Center my Platoon headed a different direction While I took the majority of the heat from the pursuit forces which was given when I threw a tank turret at those that chased us plus the ensuing carnage let my platoon leave without anyone seeing which direction they went, a few even protested against this plan, well only the ones that often asked for my help training while the rest understood the reason for this plan and went with it to give the highest survival rate for everyone involed, I headed northeast harrasing the Center's prusuits forces not letting them beable to afford to divert their attention from me and making sure I ever let the pursuit forces from the center have the time or clues to pick up on my platoons trail which will allow them to escape easier, their plan last I heard was to leave the country while they could.

I even managed to stop by home but like I thought their memories were eased and I was greeted by my twin little sisters that they had not long after the Incident that alerted the center of my powers both are 13 now which was quite the marker of how long I was in there I chatted with them and played with my little sisters, while my mom made comments on how close I looked and acted like my father who was called into work last minute, after an hour I said goodbye to them and said Alice and Tommas (Fuck it feels weird to call my parents by their names) may your lives be long and prosperous, I then walked around town visiting the people I used to know from the deli shop I often came to with my family after we went to the local games to the Icecream shop we went to after a Doctors appointment or as a treat from when I did the extra chores around the house, Dad often got peaches and chocolate icecream while mom got cherry and lemonade while I got cottencandy and mint chocolate chip, I remember when a bird swoped down and stole dads Icecream one time we went, he chased that bird around the block trying to get it back to which the bird responed to by dropping a load on him, me and mom laughed so hard tears starrted flowing even Mr. Boatran laughed and offered a free repalcement for his, that was a good day.

I walked through the local park staying alert for center forces but less than I should have as I saw families enjoying the day together, and kids playing on the massive playground the town put in when I was 7, The opening ceremony for it was quite the event, food trucks came in with a concert being played by some local groups, the large speakers filled the air with music while the light show filled the sky with color like an aurora I read about in a book in school once, the stands were full of people enjoying the music, bobbing their heads and tapping their feet to the beat of the songs will the area in front had people dancing from Ms. Tomas my grandmother dancing with Mr. Tomas my grandfather even in their 70s they were quite fit and out dancing some of the youngsters as they called them they even playfully mocked them to get them to step up their game, some joined in and dished out the same playfully mocking back to them, it started getting ridiculous not long after turning so funny it had people weesing on the floor in pain from laughing to hard they toned down the sracasim once they stopped laughing enough so they just left people in tears or with light pain and not weesing on the floor. That event is still held every year for the first week of July, ah such good memories from it.

Once I finished walking through the park I made my way out of town but I hunted down all Center Forces in town before I left which wasn't that hard since they all shared the same distinct smell, making it harder for them to come after my family, I pass through town randomly making sure they don't set up again all the while selling their gear on the black ma dealers for cash which own repair pretty well, this did slightly ease the 15 years of being target practice and live weapon testing, 15 years of seeing friends die or be disappeared and not being able to do a damn thing without making everything worse for the others, 15 years of having to play nice having to stomach following enough of their orders to help the others when I could and not ripping their spines out of their asses, 15 years of acting Lackadaisical and lazy doing everything needed at night while avoiding all center staff and cameras, 15 years of planning for the breakout and chaos as much damage and chaos in the prosses. from celebrating my 10th birthday at the festival to 15 years in the center, Fucking damn them when or if I die I hope to god to go to hell just so I can beat them to death again and again till it equals the amount of suffering they dished out.

Now it's time to warp up this entry of my journal the Black ops team sent to bring me back has come to their deaths in full combat gear from the sounds of it rubbing against each piece of their gear while their walk tells me they are close enough to be sent to hell, till next time future me.

Under the cloak of a new moon in the oppressive gloom of a Dark forest, the song of the night fills the air along with the sounds of hunts ending with the sounds and smells of death, Hale thorn is roasting some deer flanks over a campfire, its pelt was cleaned and laid in a bag near the log Hale was using as a seat while the light of the fire was like a beacon of warmth in the darkness, Hales backpack that he grabbed from the last town was laying against the log with 2 Satchels next to it, Hale listens to the Black ops team move around him, they smelled of fear, trepidation, and duty, Hale now had a wicked grin on his face since Duty was a scent he was familiar with since the Center was filled with it alongside fear, pain, sadness, and some joy, Hale grabbed some fist sized stones he got from a river then smooth them out further and aimed at the Black ops team who stopped moving to line up their shots, with each controlling their breathing and steadying their heart rates, using their heartbeats Hale started throwing the stones.

Each stone tore through their chest destroying their hearts, and one by one they fell dead with gaping holes in their chest when Hale was done, the 12-man team was dead, and not a shot was fired, which each of their bodies landing with a thud Hale then moved to their Bodies and striped them clean then dug out a pit, grabbed some gas and wood and started a pyre for them, he watches as they burned and broke down, the smell of burning flesh was nothing new to Hale nor was the sound of splintering bones creating an almost musical melody emanating from the pyre that reminded Hale of some of the weapons testings they did on him or tests they tried to force him to do.

As Hale watch the Pyer it brought back the faces of every one of his platoon mates that disappeared and those he met in the center appearing as ghostly faces a couple of dozen in total, one only 9 years old when they failed the training and were disappeired by the Center this is one Face Hale wishes that he was a better teacher/trainer then maybe they would still be alive, every Face Hale saw brought back memories both the good and the bad, from the times when he trained other members of his platoon to the combat training, even the time when 2 of his platoon pals came and visited him while working on fixing some armored cars, the three of them talked for hours about anytihng and everything they wanted to even bringing up the stains on Hale's cloths and the odd pattern they made and that it might mean something not that they put much faith in the meanings, to the sleek black vans and APCs currently in the garage to even the military posters on the wall not that the upper staff was so happy about them but it wasn't worth it to remove them, some showed vehicles mainly tanks or warplanes with a few showing attack helicopters. 

Other showed soldiers from various wars even some about the Civil war and a few Pin-up posters as well, his platoon mates had to move from where they sat when a tank came in for repairs from a round of testing out a new engine, the smell of burning oil made Hale know it did not go well and once Hale jumped up onto the Tank and found its engine compartment a very burnt out mess confirmed it, his platoon mates climbed to see as well and started laughing at it Hale found a bit odd but it was nice seeing them show joy, Hale jumped off and headed to the parts room and grabbed a crane and engine then headed back and removing the burnt out remains of the previous engine using the crane to hide just how strong he is, he then cleaned out the compartment and installed the new engine, once that's done he invites his platoon mates to the kitchen for a meal which they perked up at and the three-headed out with the Tank crew driving out as well.

Hale's mind snaps back to the present, the pyre has burned itself out with just some bone shards left with the sun rising creating a very beautiful dawn coming in through the trees, Hale sighs stretches then fills in the pit after powdering the remaining bone shards, he packs up his bags and climbs up a tree to get some recon on his surroundings, the tree was a thick and healthy pine tree that Hale scaled with grace shifting his weight fast enough to not snap the branches his height made this easier with his long legs along him to reach the top in a dozen seconds, once at the top he grabbed the tip of the tree and surveyed his surroundings, 'now let see if any others are around or maybe more Center soldiers around to send to their graves'.

As he scans the horizon he spots Matrix in a Subaru Outback heading east he thinks, 'damn should have bought a compass from that gas station would help meeting others, oh well next time I'm in town then, Matrix is going pretty fast don't think I can catch him though it's nice to see him doing well so far', looking around further Hale find Eyespy on a stolen Center Bike 'hun must need to get going fast since they have trackers made into the Frame itself not worth it to rip them out with how melded into the frame they are' looking around some more he finds a stealth helicopter following Eyespy from high above and far away, 'and there's the follower not surprising, hmm must be just watching her since they don't have the people to try and recapture her in the area Well, time to practice my throwing arm'.

Rooting around in his backpack looking for the stones he put in it Hale brings out a stone the size of his head and then jumps between the treetops to keep him upright as he works on aiming his shot, he throws it with enough force to break the sound barrier rippling through the tree tops and knocking quite a bit of pine needles and cones with even a few branches off, It hits the target bringing it down hard and fast towards Hale crashing at the outer edge of the forest leaving a smoking crater from what Hale could see, a sniper round hits him in the face soon after 'welp this isn't a surprise time to go' and so he jumps down hitting the ground with a thud and taking off at speed, hitting the blacktop hard and soon meet by pursuit forces.

Hale "ah it feels so nice to have the wind on my face" at the top of his lungs, when he finished saying this he was shot by a hummer with a browning machine gun and they kept going trying to hit Hale's feet but Hale after running for a bit had a brilliant thought so he lined himself up with the lead hummer and then stopped digging his feet into the ground and let the lead hummer to try and stop but there was too little distance and so it crashed into Hale then the next 4 hummers crashed together with the first one creating a pile-up and a mess of metal tangled around Hale, who then started tapping the metal listing to the sound and as it traveled through the metal. 

While the other two Humers were calling in reporting about the situation, Hale found the resonance and struck that spot parting the metal he then rips a couple of tires off of the nearest two hummers and throws them at the two Humers calling in/remaining, collapsing their dashboards, front windows, and stopping at the back walls leaving the broken tires and crushed rims embedded into the metal. " welp that's that and now to give them a chase they won't win" and with that Hale start sprinting fast enough to not be caught but slow enough to not destroy the pavement while drawing more of their forces away from others and towards the open roads away from most people even picking up an another powered person scent on the winds 'well this is interesting now let's see who this scent leads me to'.