Mark Hanson ~ B.E.A.S.T. Scientist Log

I cannot believe what these people are making us do. It's . . . it's disgusting. It's inhumane. It's monstrous.

I never thought I would be doing experiments not only on animals but on men! I graduated top of my class and immediately was chosen by the government for my expertise in genetics. How could I turn down that salary? I can still remember my wife and I dancing in our kitchen when we got the news.

But it was soon after that the nightmare began. We are not allowed to speak of our work to anyone, not even our wives. For all she knows, I'm growing organs in a lab for people who need a new liver. How can I go home to her night after night, knowing full well the hell these men have to go through?

They've given them psuedonyms as well as a "number", so we scientists don't have a "moral dilemma" experimenting on a number rather than a name. I was one of the scientists on the team for transforming Experiment #121. Otherwise known as Noah Carpenter. But I couldn't stand his screams any more. All I could think of is myself lying on that table, having to put up with red-hot needles shoved into various muscles, or, God forbid, given the serum.

Can you imagine being unable to shift? That's what the serum does; it surpresses the shifting, so that for a few hours at least, you are either stuck as a human, or as the animal they wish you to become. More than once I've witnessed that white tiger endure gruesome torture at the hands of my colleagues.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

It took some convincing on my part, but eventually, Noah trusted me, along with his friends Rogan, Justin, and Wade. I helped him escape.

I'm writing this now as my last account of things, since I know B.E.A.S.T. is aware of my disloyalty. My hands are shaking as I write this. There is no merciful death for me. I know exactly what they will do. Make ME an experiment for their shifters. I only hope I can type what I want to say before they come to kill me.

Karen, I love you. You are my heart. Take care of our boys and know that whatever they tell you regarding my death, it is a lie. All of it. Tell Dylan and Tyler Daddy loves them, and give them a hug every day from me. Sweet Jesus, they're pounding on the door. There's no escape. Holy shit, there's no escape! Baby, I'm so sorry things turned out this way. I wish it could have been different. I know I'm not the man you thought I was. I just hope that in time, you can forgive the horrible things I have done in the name of science.

Oh God, they've broken down the door! It's Tam. I knew they'd send him! I can only pray he's merciful!!

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