Simultaneously I produced many antidotes, tested on animals, but at first deficient in some respect. After continued modifications and trials, I finally reached my goal. An antidote was ready, flawless, remarkable and entirely unique. So I thought at the time. I saved the formula on a microchip and hid it behind one of my lab mouse’s ear.
Although the antidote was ready, to ensure it was operative I had to locate a human on whom I could test run my project. I had to find someone who would willingly allow me to use my project features on him and whom I could trust implicitly. After a month of vigorous and careful searching, I found the type of person I was searching for: His name? Dagger Jones.
He was a fat, short, muscular man. His occupation was as the driver of a cargo lorry, which usually transported rum. He had an unusually grumpy face, and eye’s like the devil’s: a nose which could trumpet like a foghorn when he sneezed, and a chin as cutting as a knife. Curiously, he had a ponytail as long as a ruler and teeth of solid gold, which unfortunately gave off an extremely unpleasant odour. On his ear he wore an earring which stated “British Bull Dogs”. He habitually wore a tight orange vest, and a pair of black jeans, which were stitched up from his knees and heavy black boots with steel toecaps. He was strong as steel, seemed built as strongly as a tank. I remember he was holding a cigar nonchalantly between his lips. I put it to him “ are you sure you want to be part of my project” and he had replied casually, to my surprise, “yes, I’m sure. I want to do something in my life that I will be remembered for. I want to make my life more interesting.”
After this I had never asked him again if he was sure, although I wish I had, now. Anyway a week before the antidote had to be inserted into his body, I guided him around my laboratory, and informed him about the project and what might befall him; soon I could see he was becoming increasingly dismayed, still I did not ask him if he was sure about going ahead with the project.
The day arrived, and I was more anxious than before as now my dream would be fulfilled. I gave Jones a solute chemical to drink, which would cause him to fall asleep. After he dozed off, I began to insert the antidote into his blood stream little by little. This had taken me approximately half an hour, I think. I ‘m not really sure because at the time I was preoccupied by thoughts that scare me even today.
While I was waiting something baneful about what I had done occurred to me. What if Jones became a vile beast? What if his blood cells were transformed into millions of small and deadly parasites? I tried hard to push these thoughts to the back of my mind, without success.
After a couple of hours of anxious waiting the crucial moment arrived; my dream of creating the perfect human, had been realised, or so I thought.
Dagger Jones had been transformed completely: now he was everything a woman should desire in a man. Instead of being fat, short and with horrible teeth, he was now, tall, dark and good looking: his body was fit and muscular. Now I could see the clear shine in his blue eyes, his hair was shiny and thick. He had totally transformed. Of course, I had to run a couple of tests on Jones to ensure everything was fine. He appeared to pass them all.
I believed I had been successful with my creation and now could patent the antidote, and not have to work for the rest of my life. Now I had no worries, I did not need to carry out any more experiments or discover anything this antidote was enough. Now I could reveal my unique creation to the amazed world.
It took me a couple of months to design and plan my presentation to show other researchers. During these months Jones and me got attracted towards each other, but neither one of us confessed our feeling at first. Then one day Jones proposed to me, and I accepted his proposal. We got married in Los Angelos on holiday. After returning from holiday I decided it was time that the world saw my creation, my husband. Three days after we had returned from our holiday I made the presentation to other well known researchers from many different countries. After the presentation when I returned home, it was in a mess, my home had been totally ransacked as if I had been burgled. Immediately I made my way for the lab and just then the intruder alarm went off. An intruder had entered my domain. I turned towards the door and there stood someone: To my amazement it was my husband ! He had totally changed! My smart young creation was an ugly beast: I could see his veins, now transformed into a horrible shade of purple and his eyes the colour of green; Slime was dripping from his eyeballs. His teeth were disgusting: A horrible yellow as if fungus was growing on them and maggots feasting on them. His mouth and body had the odour of a rotting corpse. His skin seemed to have larvae masticating on it, as if it were all chewed up with bits of flesh from which blood was dripping. The blood itself was a revolting sight: a disgusting brown colour. His body itself was totally misshapen ; one leg bigger than the other; one arm shorter than the other; his hands and most of his torso was grotesque. It was a hideous and abhorrent sight. I stood there in shock trying to make myself believe this had not happened to my husband, to the man I loved and would always love.
Then suddenly Jones turned and started to walk towards me. I could see it in his eyes that some part of him still loved me and that he could not harm me , but then suddenly some sort of fear crept upon me and I picked up a knife which was lying on the table. As Jones got closer to me the fear inside me grew greater and greater. Then without warning I dashed towards Dagger Jones and stabbed him brutishly several times until he lay in a broken heap on the floor, with all the blood drained from his body and I stood there weeping at the death of my husband.
The police came and arrested me after my admitting to the murder. I got sentenced to death. Now I am writing an account of what happened so the world and my friends know the truth behind the beast that I had created.