Utonium!

I know of your disdain for me. I'm a monster, yes—I am. But how am I any different from you? You, who sought to create life just as I! Our methods were different but we both sought the same thing. Your lab was destroyed as a result of your hubris, and my wife killed because of mine. Tell me, who created Chemical X? How can you call me mad? How dare… I'm sorry. I needed an outlet for my frustration. So much has happened in such a short amount of time. I know not whether to be glad or lash out. You will be my witness if only from the view of pen and paper that I am not mad—I will tell you it is done, friend. It was born. Next to me the small murderer rests. I have never buried a body but today was quite the experience. My hands still itch—When her water broke, it wasn't of the typical bodily fluid, a dark blue like dirty blood. She accepted it, no longer surprised by the weird functions of her body. I could tell life was slowing by the look in her eyes. I picked her up; she was a feather when I placed her on a sterile bed I prepared. And having no strength to push out the child, she died shortly after being laid down. She whispered something as she died but I was too frantic to hear. Those words are with the wind now, may it carry them well. With the current circumstance I had to invoke the practice of Caesarius. As I cut her plump stomach open, I perceived no flesh of a new human being. Instead there was a mass of black ooze rolling around in the innards of my beloved. What a stench it had, sulfur dung. You may think me a coward but I stepped back and then a few more steps back till I reached the door of the room. The sludge leaked out of the opening and crawled to the floors, sluggish. I realized, this was in fact my creation before me, my progeny from the Gate of God, a hideous horrible thing. It slithered near me, closer and closer still. With each movement it morphed more decipherable, from one manifestation to another. To see the thing develop within seconds, the disgusting sound of bones and flesh crackling into humanoid formation, I wept. The form it settled on was a shell, a perfect replica of my wife in her youth, no older than six. Then I heard it, the same humming as the episode in the forest, this time in an unmuffled sound. She was humming the song of life as if to announce her birth. That hymn gave me true peace if I had ever known it. I have done it friend; I have created something more than this world. Now all I must do is study it… Her…

I believe I will follow your example and give her a name being with B: Bliss.

Sincerely and spitefully,

Dr –

If anything should happen to me I trust her onto you, Utonium. You have always been good with the little ones.