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The Last Five Years of my Life By Amos Frank November 20, 2009

You may think it is weird to be reflective as I run for my life, but I cannot help it. How was I to know what titanus-oxide was? So much has happened in the past five years that I cannot help but think about this burning question: What went wrong?

Five years ago: “If you help, you can get the benefits of the research,” the doctor said. “Just think… all we need is your funding and aid. Just think of the personal benefits.” “Fine,” I said. “I will do it.”

Four years ago: “Now, may I present 50 billion dollars worth of a regeneration machine,” joked the doctor. “For the small fee of one billion dollars each, you may become undying.” The audience clapped faster than a cheetah could run, and then dashed into the lineup.

Three years ago: “The government has proposed that this sector be shut down due to the Firestorm incident six months ago,” announced a man in an official looking jacket. “This is effective immediately. There is to be no further funding or testing.”

Two years ago: “Come on, just another billion and then we can finish the testing in secret.” The doctor looked nervous. “It can be just for the two of us, the government does not need to know.” “Remember Firestorm,” I cautioned. “The titanus-oxide seems unstable. Maybe the government was right.” “Bah,” the doctor replied “You’re just like the rest of them. I will complete this with or without your help.”

One year ago: “We detected traces of titanus-oxide centered at an abandoned warehouse. When we investigated the area, it was completely empty. However, our titanus-oxide scanners went crazy.” It was the same man who shut down my billion-dollar project. “We will conduct a search for the humanoid know as ‘The doctor’. Any information leading to his capture is worth five million dollars.”

Now: The reaper was gaining on me. Soon, I would become one of them. I had to speed up. The anti-reaper compound that came into view was as welcoming as your home after a bad day. I dove under cover and soon the counter-reaper Gatling guns were firing.

The reapers are humans. I mean they were humans before they came into contact with titanus-oxide. After the contact, they look like a normal human-with their flesh slowly falling off in clumps, with bone scythes instead of hands. Their eyes radiated pure terror. Until you see their eyes, you don’t know terror. The eyes show you all the worst things you have ever done in your life. I saw Firestorm every time I looked into their eyes.

Three and a half years ago: “This is the first test of our titanus-oxide machine. Our test patient is the British Prime Minister,” The doctor’s loud voice announced. “We will commence the injection in five…four…three…two…one…begin injection.” A few very important people and I waited…and waited…and waited. Suddenly, there was a scream. It sounded like gears forced together and a swarm of spiders scuttling across the floor. All was quiet for a moment. Then, the first reaper, a.k.a. the former British Prime Minister, jumped out with a dead security guard on its scythe. From behind, another security guard jumped out with a machine gun and shot the monster. It was the first of many failures.

Now: As I looked around the compound for the current inhabitants, I noticed the patterns made in red paint on the walls. As I looked closer they said, ‘It is here…the great devourer.’ I suddenly realized what a fool I was. The only reason I was safe in here was because the reaper gave up. However, I had learned that reapers never gave up. I turned around and saw just what I expected. The great devourer! It was like a 40 foot monster with two scythe arms and two arms which had cannon like apparatus on them. Curiously, when I looked into its eyes, I did not see Firestorm. When it fired its cannons at me, I finally realized who it was. Goodbye doctor…