Prologue: The Monster
I don't know exactly when it happened. Time is just an endless ocean that has no end anymore. I guess that there really is no time for someone that doesn't age. I know it happened shortly after he left. I guess one day he decided I just wasn't needed anymore. I just remember waking up in a ditch one morning, soaked, nude, and covered in blood. I panicked until I realized it wasn't my blood.
I managed to make my way back to the lab before anyone saw me. There was no one there and I figured that they had left to go pick something up and would return soon. I jumped in the shower and dressed. I waited in that dank, dark place, but they never came back.
Later I heard rumors of killings in the town near by. I didn't make the connection then. The thought had never crossed my mind. After all I heard that animals made the killings. The victims were covered in scratch and bite marks.
When I found myself lying in the forest near by in the same situation, with rumors of more death, the thought crossed my mind. Perhaps I was the one killing. But it still made no sense, after all it was suspected animals were doing the killings, and I was no animal. Was I?
I thought back to the men who had been here with me for a short time. They had done countless experiments on me and prodded me with endless needles filled with many different coloured substances. I had never asked what they were doing to me because I didn't care. They had taken me off the street and given me a place to sleep and food to eat. I was in debt to them.
The same thing happened a few more times within the next couple months. One morning however I woke up and I was in someone's house. Again I was nude and covered in blood. Feeling a little disoriented I rose my head and looked around. There were three people lying on the floor before me. All dead, covered in bite and scratch marks. At that point, I knew there was no mistake. I was the killer. But how?
Someone walked in and found me that morning. I got chased out of the village and was told never to return there again.
I ran all the way back to the lab. When I got there I turned the whole place upside down looking for an answer. Couches and chairs lay turned upside down. Papers lay scattered across the floor. Shards of glass from all the needles and beakers lay among the mess and colorful unknown fluids oozed across the floor. I sat in the middle of the mess clutching one piece of paper. I had my answer.
What I held in my hand that night was a list of all the things they had done to me. All the needled, tests, and the final result. I had become an animal.
I had become a monster.