Most everyone in this world was born, but not I. I was created by one who desperately needed an outlet for her rage, for the horrors she suffered in youth and even though I stand unfinished, I am her favorite. Not in the sense you would think. My Mother, London Blackhouse, took the precious gift of life from others and breathed them into me with the ticks and tocks of the broken down she found in her home. But I escaped one night with fear and pains being my only companions until I was given my first true gift. From that moment on I've learned other emotions and have decided that my only true salvation will come with the death of my deranged creator. My time is running out. Pieces of me are beginning to fade and the only way to survive is to go back to the hell I was born in and claim my revenge.