All right, sorry I haven't been updating! Chapter 5!
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The notebook lay in Rachel's hands. All the doors were locked, including the door to her own bedroom. Beside the bed lay a kitchen knife, Rachel's cell phone, Artie's Luger, and several cartridges of ammunition stolen from Artie's house. The girl had sought help in the face of perhaps one of her worst trials, and here in her hands was the only help she would obtain. The cover was bruised, the pages slightly worn away. Indeed, Artie's research, obtained from a single test subject, was something to behold. Even though in Artie's eyes, the contents of the notebook hardly counted as a proper study, to Rachel, it looked like a lifetime of research and analysis. Opening the cover, she looked at the first entry, in Artie's shaky, large print.
September 15:
At long last, I have finished Finn's work. I'm not totally sure what it is. The creature seems to be capable of relatively intelligent thought; when presented with food and water, it will eat and drink, and it has opened the door to its cage three times. I have been forced to incarcerate it in a different container, in a glass jar. The specimen continues to struggle, and I fear it might fall off the table and shatter, and it becomes more violent when exposed to bright light. If it should escape again, I would never be able to catch it; the thing can move about twenty miles per hour at its fastest, and I was only able to capture it by tranquilizing it. Even so, morphine is expensive, and I can barely afford purchasing the materials to make narcotics. It is currently tranquilized. A sketch of the dormant creature appears below.
Sure enough, at the end of the passage was what appeared to be a black sphere. Relatively uninteresting, beneath the illustration was the caption, "Form 1." Next to it was a picture of the same sphere, with several small appendages protruding from its small body, marked as "Form 2." Rachel continued to read.
September 17:
Specimen moves about through a series of appendages it produces from its body. They may vary in length, but in its inactive state, it usually uses smaller appendages similar to the cilia on certain bacteria. When eating, it may extend these appendages to indefinite lengths and drawing it toward its body. During this phase, it develops three eyes. I cannot say whether it may develop more over time. Sometimes, only one will appear, other times three. I believe at most, I have counted seven eyes all over its body.
The creature has no definite form, and may adapt to any container in most environments. When I placed it in a tank of water, it seemed quite comfortable with swimming, propelling itself forward with its tentacles. I am not sure how to classify this creature; I believe it might be some sort of animal, though it is unlike any animal I have ever seen.
Rachel felt sleep overtaking her, and thus far, she had learned nothing new. Flipping a few pages forward, she was stopped by a gruesome diagram of two mice. The first, apparently female, had lacerations on its abdomen and the perineum was torn. The male, in contrast, though lacking the same lacerations, appeared to have suffered at the hands of the "specimen." Rachel remembered what Artie had said about the creature. The entry below, in even shakier handwriting, read,
There has been some disquieting activity today. I had placed the specimen in a cage with two mice, one male and one female. For future reference, let us call the male Test A and the female Test B. After going into the kitchen for a Pop-Tart, I returned to find the female mouse squeaking in pain. The male was lying unconscious against the wall of the cage, and the female appeared to be vomiting. Both appeared to have been afflicted with some sort of infection. It is not known if the specimen is involved.
October 3:
This morning, I discovered Test B dead. The specimen has been sitting quietly in its cage for a number of weeks, and it is hardly worth writing about it while it is in this phase. What is most disquieting about Test B was the damage shown here in figure 5. Note the scar tissue formed in the perineum and the lacerations in the abdomen. There is a slimy coating surrounding the lacerations. Test A refuses to approach the corpse; peculiarly enough, so do the flies. It reeks, not only of decomposing flesh, but of some other odor I cannot identify. I am not sure if my current equipment allows me to perform the best investigations, but I fear bringing this to the attention of the authorities. Nobody can know about what I have created - I fear that it may be too dangerous, and that widespread panic would ensue. I will study the coating tomorrow.
October 4:
There's been a match. The specimen has been secreting a peculiar mucus in its cage, and I compared it to the slime on Test B's body. They match - both are corrosive, both emit the same appalling order, and have the same pH level. It is my belief that the specimen has somehow sexually assaulted both mice. Test A, however, still lives, but remains terrified of the specimen. I do not understand why Finn wants me to create this.
October 31:
Finn paid me a visit today, to collect the creature. He did not state why he needed it. I hope this is not the "Special Gift" he had planned for Rachel. Her birthday is in December though. I sincerely pray that Finn has some other purpose in mind for the creature. Given only a few months with the creature, I do not know enough. I worry about Finn, and I must create another specimen to study. Consequently, I insisted that I keep his book a little longer. He only smiled and said yes. I am afraid, not only for him, but for Rachel.
November 2:
I discovered the source of the lacerations on Test B's abdomen. I discovered a small black rat, sensitive to light like Finn's specimen. When I attempted to catch it, it hissed at me, formed a single tendril, and snapped at my wrist. Then, it killed Test A in front of me by snapping its neck. Shame, I grew rather fond of him. I was able to incapacitate it and kill this new rat before it could cause any more harm. A dissection of the rat shows things I have never seen in my whole life. Below are some photos of the results.
The rat's insides were black, the color of tar. It appeared to be a female - there were no signs of male genitalia, but where a uterus would have been, a ring of tentacles sat. Rachel could just imagine them pulsating, sliding out, reaching, grabbing, ravaging. She felt ill, and her desire to kill the thing that brought this monster into the world grew ever stronger. She continued to read.
My new specimen is almost ready. Once I dissect it, I should be able to find more answers. Will they continue to multiply? I fear that Finn's little game has gone too far. I am powerless to stop it, and Rachel will not be his only victim. What have I done?
Suddenly, a loud thud on the bedroom door caused the entire house to shake. Rachel dropped the notebook and reached for her knife and pistol.