Prodigal Unrest

Here we are two weeks into what is supposed to be my time and a good one at that, but no all it is is more headaches! I, after much arbitration and funny looks, have made it into Cuba. The strange part was I came in on a commercial flight instead of scheduled pick-up by my commander. Second there were no enterage for me instead a death squad, and to top it off I have yet to find out what is going on. As far as I can see I am being held for "questioning" with respect to being a traitor, and I honestly have no clue why or what the hell they're talking about! Not that it matters much to them because just like in the times of the inquisition suspicion was enough and proof was a commodity they could not afford. My only saving grace is that they do not have a clue to my abilities because only one man on earth knows that, and all my events with UN force was in disguise. I'm in for a wold of hurt I see.

The interegation started normal with 13 million questions as to why so long for me to report in. Then when I explained why they turn and tell me that it could not be possible because they had nothing wrong with their systems that it is just a fabrication of mine. Then when they proceeded to give me the benefit of the doubt they asked why did I not try to get back sooner, and I said because I was issued standing orders sir. Upset with my lack of enthusiasm and my report they proceeded to exercise their said frustrations and find a soothing moment in my agonies. Still unbroken, because there is nothing to break from me, they managed to become more sadistic and vicious and yet they still found no satisfaction. I must have passed out a dozen times, to me nothing made sense and my senses were less. It has only been two days and it seems like an eternity in hell already, and here I thought I stepped through the portal...

Lack of food has got me week, lack of water has got me begging for some, lack of sleep is driving me mad and yet I refuse to use my powers against them due to my loyalties regardless if they are in the wrong. Only my faith and my will to be home is keeping me together, but I fear I might not last much longer. The strange thing is it seems more like a vendetta than an interrogation because they should know that with all they've done even a superbeing would have broken by now! Yet here I bleed, starving, tortured, restless pin cushion of a man hung to see his life being slowly and sadistically taken away without compassion for the truth.

Fifth day, I now know this is a vendetta, possibly a coup, and that my usefullness to them is nill. Realizing this I now understand that the old regime is out and there is someone new in charge and that they have deemed me a threat not because I was in the USA but because I followed Castro and I would not be surprised if all his followers haven't been killed. I guess this is the price of being loyal, so be it! Struggling to breath, and stay awake, all I could think of is my family and what had become of them, the fact that this life took me away from my only love, and the fact that it was the price I paid to see a liberated Cuba one that could be re-intergrated into the world, but all I feel now is that dream slipping away slowly as I bleed drip by ever lifeending drip. I refuse to give up tho no matter how bleak, I will stay alive and I will not dishonor myself!

The funny thing is I must have passed out for a long while, I guess physically my body just could not take it anymore. The reason I said funny is because it seemed I had a conversation with an older gentleman, he seemed Fransiscan in nature, and said to me,"Child why do you despair?" Sarcastically I responded,"Isn't it obvious?" He surprisingly responds back,"No!" Confused I asked, "Why do you say No!" He answers,"Look around you boy and understand!" As I look around I see nothing but the fabled garden and joy and happiness around me, I ask,"Am I dead?" He laughs heartedly and says,"No dear boy, you are very much alive, but you seem to have forgotten what your purpose is and I am here to remind you." "Oh really!", I remark. "So what do you suppose this purpose is huh? To do my best just to see my dreams before I die goal, or better still the whole it was pointless to follow this path because people just don't care awareness track, which of the two is it?" "Oh my dear child, do you not remember your own heart, what made you choose this path to begin with? You used to believe in me then believe in me now son, that is the reason why you chose me as your patron Saint remember because you and I are a lot alike......re..mem...b...e...r......." I know that logically it was probably my subconscious and my conscious working things out in my own mind's eye, but I could not shake the feeling of comfort that washed over me, could it have truely been Saint Anthony? Patron Saint of the impossible?

I wake up in the Hospital, totally dehydrated and in pain and hell dead! As I wake up I see my old commander Juarez by my bedside. When I recovered just enough, he explained to me that the militian radicals are aspiring to take over, it is not a full coup because of the constant media blitz, and they want it so the world thinks Castro is still in charge. They know that while the world over still thinks of him as the head of cuba it will be easy for them to get the demands they so wish from allied countries and then when everything is set it will be their time to strike. He then explains that he got my sorry ass out of there and has bought me some time, but that in my condition he doesn't know if I'll be safe to move. He then furthur tells me that coming back was a huge mistake because now I'm on their radar again, the problem was that they had no way of letting me know that their true intentions were to just leave me in the USA and hopefully send communication at some point to tell me it was ok to come back or that with the newfound allies to help us in our situation, but alas neither came to fruition, and that is why they consider us now traitors. so what about dad, where is he? Castro he's fine, sickly, but fine. He still has control and the rogue death squad has to be carefull, but right now it is a very violent chess game, one that I fear Castro will loose for the first time! Can I see him? No, you can't we can't comprimise you any furthur or comprimise his position understand? I guess, but what now what do you wish for me to do now? Absolutely nothing we are going to have you recover and then send you back! Forget coming back Willy, this is no longer your home, we're dead men, keep your childish dream alive for all of us son! You never did understand why you, right? No I never did, why me? Son because although you became an impressive badass, you still maintained a sort of naivetae that had us all believe in your ideals of a better Cuba, similar to what Castro wanted before the USA turned it into a political warfare. Keep that dream alive son, now go, you must go and head back.

Days later I make it back to US ground, battered, beaten, tortured, tormented, saddened, bleeding, but not broken. I will make my way back home one day and make my dream true, but for now I carry this internally, my own personal nightmare. Here I feel like an utter failure, Dr. Fright, Del Sin, the Dragon, the team hating me, hell even that new guy Brolic, now my home that isn't and throughout all this I am to rememebr why I picked up my spellbook? Yet I have to maintain the appearance of everything being fine, that nothing is wrong in my world, and I am at the service of others when they requisition it. To think that Mr. Garrison thinks my only concern is whther I want to be loyal to him or the UN Force, I honestly could care less about either of them but I need one of the two I couldn't do this alone even if I wanted to. Wow what a mess, by the way "god" if this is your way of showing me how treuly special I am don't really you can keep it!