I expect you can remember Father Michael Shaugnessy and St Christopher's Church fondly Hank. The man did give you great comfort after your little crisis at the Brand Corporation. That incident was one of the few things we have in common being the only time that you followed your curiosity to the natural conclusion. There was no holding back out of fear or so-called morals and you had the courage of your convictions for once in your life. I know you were trying to find a chemical cause for mutation and that you had other motives you kept to yourself. Still I did the same thing to myself, experimenting to improve on what I already had. In both of our lives it worked and we acquired a new bestial form with increased strength, resilience, dexterity and agility. Interestingly you also had grey fur at first but it changed to blue in your case. I of course retained that colour of fur which did present a small problem.

Of course the priest tried to preach to me and offer me the comfort of the church. How foolish for humans in this age of scientific enlightenment to seek solace in omnipotent beings and worship their God. I don't believe in the existence of such beings only in what I can see, smell, hear or touch. I told Shaugnessy that shortly before I set up the bomb which gave him an early appointment with his maker. I told him to say hello for me just before I left.

Now I had one last visit to make and this would be the most challenging of all. I had to undergo a change first involving a simple genetic alteration to change my fur to blue. I needed a hair cut as well since we have different hairstyles. In fact I find this shorter style preferable so I'll keep it this way. With these preparations made I went to visit your dear parents Norton and Edna McCoy. How thrilled they would be to receive a visit from the son they doted on so much.

I nearly gave your father a heart attack when I jumped out at him from the corn but they didn't stay angry for long. I didn't even need to make up a story since they believed I was curious to see how some experimental crop feed I created was going. I talked to your mother in the kitchen and she mentioned Sadie your grandmother. I never had a grandmother Hank so I didn't know what to think. Somehow I couldn't find it in me to kill the old dear so I went outside to talk to your father.

He was chopping wood and seemed concerned about me. He said I didn't seem my normal self and never knew how right he was. I asked him to tell me about how I came to be and he talked about the radiation accident and how he gave birth to a mutant. I had the axe by this time since I was supposed to be helping him chop wood. I had the axe raised above my head and was prepared to slay him when he told that despite whatever I may do that he would always love me. Somehow that got through to me and I don't know why but again I couldn't bring myself to kill him. The axe came crashing down and a log was hacked straight in two. I left as quickly as I could leaving your father bewildered and frantic with worry. I'll never know for the rest of my life why I spared him and your mother.

That didn't mean though that no-one would die Hank. Someone always has to die and I had set out to kill again that day. That meant that the next person I saw was definitely going to die. He happened to be a young man walking a dog. He only had time for one scream as the jeep drove past him. The axe in my hand decapitated him and silenced whatever he would have said next. I'll tell you something Hank. It sure made me feel better to have done it. Nothing like a good bit of needless death to clear a mans head.