To my dearest friend Isabella,

It's been six months since the so called success of the experiment. The thoughts that gave me so much pleasure have been reduced to rubble. There isn't much of me left right now so I decided to have a sit-down and write to you before I'm dead. I went round to see my parents but they'd given away my room to some blighter. Dad opened his pie hole and went on about how they couldn't throw him out cause he paid up in advance. I am practically in the streets now, all of my belongings at the dump, no doubt. Don't really expect to hear from you, but what else have I got.

- Alex

I was gushing with emotional damage from the last time I was with him. Now Alex had written me a letter, the same Alex that didn't give a flying fuck about anyone except himself. The very strong and mighty Alex, what had brought him to his knees? The experiment must have been a lot worse than they put on if it was making Alex behave this way. He seemed the opposite of his own nature in his letter. The old Alex would have just started cracking skulls. Instead he was writing a letter to me asking for my help but saying he didn't expect it. This made me want to help even more. To see Alex down like an injured little lamb made me feel special and powerful to be the one he called on in his time of need.

Dear Alex,

I have read your letter and after much thought decided to reply. I watched you on the news and even kept newspaper clipping on the experiment. If you ask me your just lucky to be out. I know that makes you mad to hear no compassion in my voice but you treated me the same when you ran amuck through the streets night after night. You even took my car without my permission and I had no choice but to report it stolen once it wasn't there Monday morning when I had to work. I've given you more chances than a few. With that I could say we are already broken up and I never wanna see your face again, but I do. I must be completely out of my mind because I wanna see your face a lot more times in this life. I find myself making up reasons to why you do the things you do and it just makes me want you more. I have made a decision, please come and stay with me. I will wire you thirty three pounds that way you can get yourself some new clothes then come and see me. The address is the same as always. I can't believe I let you have this power over me. You excite me with your smile, at the same time it gives me chills.

Sincerely Yours,
Isabella

For the first time in a long time I felt jelly in the pit of my stomach. The only other time was when my parents bought me a shiny red bicycle for my fifth birthday. Things were going to begin to change. As soon as I saw Isabella a bit of the ole end out will be in order, especially if she still had those big round tits. She was an American girl that's what got me going and she was the same about me, a fine English chap.

Alex blows on his nails and wipes them on his shirt in a polishing motion.

Now off to get the pounds she wired. She was mad in love with me, no doubt in my mind now. She had to have me back or I would have just come when I wanted anyway.
Alex pauses when walking across the cobblestone bridge. His leather shoes clicking making the designer buckle on top bob from side to side. He had stopped to enjoy the beautiful blue sky on this very nice and sunny day. Ducks quacked and paddled through the waters under the bridge, a multitude of colored feathers flapping.
Alex leans against the somewhat rusted metal railing. Just like a snap of the finger all of his former thoughts come back flooding his mind with graphic scenes of mayhem. Alex breathes in the fishy air of the lake and takes in the serenity of the view. A change had come now. This way of thinking that he had been a slave to was not what he lived for it must have been the smug life of a gentleman. Always sleeking about admiring everything in his path and when he didn't think only good things the nausea came up covering the pit of his stomach. The scenes in his head were what he lived for. He twitched waiting for the sickness as all of the violence clouded his mind but more than two minutes have gone by and it never comes. Alex claps his hands feeling a feeling beyond that of simple satisfaction, he wanted to rape, pillage, and plunder until the grains of time pass away.