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Audio diary - Bad Memory..

I still remember when i first began working for Fontaine. We were all sick of just working in a freezer storage unit all day, so he offered those of us that were interested a more lucrative job. Smuggling.

So i persuaded some of my guys to come down with me, take a chance at something more well-paid. But Fontaine turned out not to be as nice as he seemed. Soon as he had us, he ruled with an iron fist.

When the announcement came out that smugglign was to be a hangign crime, and with ryan trying to get us to bribe him to sto him pullin the plug, i went to confront fontaine;

BIG mistake. It started off civillised, then he got angry. I was tryin' to yell some sense into him, when he suddenly tries slicin' my face off with a pocket knife. Lucky it missed my eyes but it gouged the side of my face pretty deep.

"I thought you were smarter than that "peachey"," hed snarled "you seemed one of the better ones out of those wharf rats, why else do you think i asked you down here? You goin' to rat me out?" he laughed and grabbed my arm then. I knew what was goin' to happen but couldnt react fast enough. Raisin' that damned knife he pinned my hand to the table, blood splattering across the papers..

"Let me give ya some advice little peach, dont go gettin' on my bad side. Ever wondered what happened to that little friend of yours, the one with the funny limp?" he leaned in closer, he reeked of booze "try the cell under the boardwalk, the codes 'his DOB, im sure you know it, wasnt it his birthday before you lost track of him?"

I was sure i was gonna throw up there and then, and he chose that moment to pull the knife out.

"Get outta here, and dont try to run to the cops, i have more friends then you think. Do your job and keep outta my way or the next code will be YOURS" The the next thing i knew i was standing out in the corridor again. I remember staggering back to the fisheries, mind a mix of fear and anger. On autopilot i went down to the area he told me, even though my mind was screamin' at me not to.

Then i found it, a well hidden cell, a scuffed up lock barely visable amidst the rust on the wall. Shaking i remember opening the cell door, i knew the code afterall...

I only looked at it for a second, but it was enough to make me realise just how much danger we were all in. God what theyd done to him..all sorts of torture, he was mangled beyond belief..

I ran, all the way back to the fisheries. Then shock set in and i remember bein' sick, then reaching for the nearest bottle of vodka to drown it out. Only i didnt stop there...i got blind drunk that afternoon, went around swearin' at the walls, lashing out at anyone foolish enough to come within range...

I musta lost too much blood, or the drink hit me hard, because i next woke up i was lyin' in bed, and someone 'ad wrapped up the gaping knife wound. The rest of the crew avoided me pretty much for a good few days after that. Cant blame 'em. I was just so pissed i'd led us all into this without even thinking. And now we had no escape from Fontaine ever...

Lookin' in the mirror i seen an ugly scar where he'd sliced me. Even lookin' at it made me think of that bastard. Then i seen an old welding mask buried under some old packing paper. It was perfect. It hid the mark even from my sight, but i could still see proper. The hand scar i hid with a pair of heavy rubber gloves found behind a crate.

And for the longest time i hd behind that mask, convinced i needed it...still do...i dunno to be honest, its been a long time since then..