I’m writing this to warn you, and to apologize.
I’m not sure how long I have before it finds me, and I’m not sure if anyone will even read this. My name is Dr. Mathews and I work at the St. Georges lab, studying the biology with earths creatures. Or I guess, I used to work here. The creature, Experiment 643 (E-643), practically flipped the lab inside out already, and I fear it’s only a matter of time before it stumbles upon this broom closet I have locked myself into.
Oh god. Oh my god what have I done?
This all started a few years ago, when myself and a group of my colleagues started Project Amanda, in hopes to play god and create a new species. We started simply. Trying to combine the genetic cells of different creatures to simular species. We combined thing like the genetic code of lions into other large cats, which only managed to survive six days, and the most.
Then the government decided to get involved. They wanted a new weapon to use in war, and we were to give it to them. One of the other scientist I was working with went on about the dangers this could cause, especially when we were new to combining species. I wish now I had listened to his desperate pleas, but I wanted to see what limits we could push and what we could possibly create. I was greedy.
One day driving back to the lab after a rare break, I noticed a large dog digging through the trash of a local restaurant. He seemed happy when I invited him into my car with the acknowledgment to a greasy hamburger in the back seat. I wasn’t that hungry anyways.
I carried the dog into my office and headed to talk to the other members of Project Amanda about our plans. They seemed hesitant at first to try this experiment, but willing. The dog started to whimper as I picked it up again, and slowly walked with the weight of the large dog to one of the labs and placed it on the hard table. It looked up at me with large, scared eyes as I injected sedatives into its skin, and I smiled back.
We shaved the dog, allowing us a view of the pink fleshy skin under the heavy fur. Then we got to work. We opened up the dog and were welcomed by a flow of blood. Working quickly, we pulled out the weaker muscles and stuffed larger, stronger ones back into place. After stitching the skin back up, the muscles bulged from under the skin, giving the impression they would eventually tear the skin and crawl out from those tears. We gave the dog a better mouth, with two rows top and bottom of sharp teeth. We tore out the dogs weak, lazy eyes with ease, and replaced them with sharper, more bead like eyes. The claws were dull and tiny, so we decided to replace those as well.
After a few days of waiting patiently for the dogs wounds to heal, it finally seemed ready. Most of us were surprised it had survived the process. I personally removed the cloth from its eyes, and the dog moved them around excitedly, getting used to the vision. Its muscles moved impatiently under the straps that held it down. It was ready. We called it Experiment 508, a success to the project.
Men dressed in black suits came to visit Experiment 508 after seven days of us having made it grow stronger. And they seemed pleased with our work. But they talked about how they wanted, needed, more. They wanted soldiers.
I explained to them how Experiment 508 was starting to grow more viscousness, and how we feared it would soon be out of our control. The men in dark suits laughed at our “Foolishness”. And they made it a mission to declare that if we were not to follow orders, we would regret it.
So me and my team got to work.
We called on Volunteers who wanted to “Be the new hero of the wars.” Men and woman from all ages and sizes showed up at our doorstep. I told the other scientist to keep the young healthy ones, age 20 or so, and tell the other ones they can go home. We worked the remaining volunteers day and night. In the morning, they would wake up and have morning work out before breakfast. After they had fifteen minutes free time before breakfast to get dressed and shower if need be, though we had a marked time for that. After breakfast the volunteers would have a class about war strategies and what to do in certain situations. We taught them that after we were finished training them and making them better, the other countries would fear them. Some of the volunteers liked that feeling, and smiled and nodded excitedly, while others seemed nervous and shy. Then evening work out and check ups before dinner than sending them off to an hour of free time before curfew.
We started off the first tests fourteen days after the volunteers started to live and work with us full time. We injected them with a clear liquid, which made their muscles ripple beneath their skin. They didn’t even notice, distracted by all the medical equiptment surrounding them, or any other possible side effects the liquid had. Its a creation a member of my team made, calling it Chemical A2. Chemical A2 directs its attention at the muscle, enlarging them and making the, stronger.
We gave them a moment for Chemical A2 to settle in, before injecting them with morphine and getting to work with their bodies like we did the dog. We played with their muscles which due to the Chemical A2, were already large and bulky. We did our best to shove in as much muscle as we could still, though. Unlike what we did with the dog, we changed the bones, making them stronger to hold the weight of all the new muscle. We pulled out the eyes, replacing them with better ones, which will make their world much brighter, especially at night.
Not all of them made it. Some of the volunteers died on the operation table, while others died from the pain of a new body. Only one had somehow made it, barely clinging on to life. With his older body, he wasn’t one of the strongest volunteers, often working himself to be at the front of the line during jogs and pushing himself to do more push ups, which is why we were all pleasantly surprised that he out of anyone was the one to make it. The new soldier. As he got his strength back, we injected him with a little more Chemical A2 every four days, keeping the muscles strong.
Eventually, I removed the blind from his sensitive eyes. He opened his eyes only to shut them seconds later due to the brightness. I patted his shoulder, calming him down. I explained to him how it would hurt at first, but that he would get used to it. Although he seemed to believe what I told him, he didn’t open his eyes for another little bit. I noted this down, as I did all his other actions. After three days, he started testing his new muscles under the straps that held him to the bed. It was no time at all before I walked into his room to find him sitting at the edge of the bed with ruined straps on the floor. He looked at me as I entered the room, smiling proudly and mischievously.
The Chemical A2 created a lot of memory loss to the man once known as Micheal. So the creature happily went under the name of E-643.
Slowly, E-643 started to act less human, and more like the creature we were making him into. He became more aggressive and although myself and many of the other scientist started to fear him, the men in black were pleased with our process. And they wanted to see how he would up in a fight. I argued cautiously, mentioning E-643 were to tare us all apart until sedated if we forced him to fight. Though, arguing was only wasting time for the inevitable. I unlocked his door with the men in black standing a few feet behind me, before beckoning E-643 to follow me with the promise of a treat. All signs of humanity had left his glaze, and now seemed to be replaced with a greed for power and command over the world. E-643 followed me out the door on all fours, like an ape, its massive shoulders surprisingly not getting stuck in the door way. As it moved, the muscles rippled beneath its skin with the promise of breaking out from under. I had made this thing, I thought. So I shouldn’t have been scared of having my back turned to it.
I walked to a large circle shaped room, where Experiment 508 rocked back and forth in a cage, flaring its large canine teeth. I heard E-643 growl from behind me before it pushed past me, blowing me to the floor, and launching itself at the cage, ripping it open and ripping apart Experiment 508 with ease.E-643 continued ripping apart our first experiment far past the point where the creature had actually died. It the turned its heaving looking head and started ramming into the walls and launching itself at anyone and everyone.
Thats how I ended up here.
I can hear it now, its heavy body moving through the halls towards my room. I think...I think it has my scent. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. My name is Dr. Wilson Mathews and I work at the St. Georges lab, studying the biology with earths creatures. I have a wife Named Amanda Mathews and two girls, Suzan and Lucy. I’m so sorry. If anyone finds this...please tell my family I love them. Though if you find this, you might be as good as dead. I don’t know what E-643 will do after it kills me. He may stay in the lab or leave into the world, destroying everything and everyone in his path. I guess either or, if you're reading this, you know there is no good end. The men in black tried shooting it, but E-643 ate the bullets like a child to candy.
It’s at the door. I’m so sorry. I’m so sor-
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