do you have a motive?
i mean, was anything taken?
well.
he's incredibly powerful. this man's sternum was split like dry wood from the base all the way up to the manubrium.
and he's resourceful. on that table behind you is a breakdown of all the chemicals found in prothero's blood stream.
there were hundreds of different chemicals in him. from trinitrotoluene to estrogen to motor oil.
the leader finally authorized an uplink for you? he must be getting nervous.
yes -- yes, of course.
roses.
it's you, isn't it? you've come to kill me.
oh thank god. thank god.
no, no. i thought i would be, but i'm not. i'm --
relieved.
oh god, all these years. all this waiting. and somehow i always knew you'd come back.
when i saw you that night -- the night you escaped, you were standing against the flames and you looked straight at me.
i knew then that one day you'd come looking for me, that you'd find me.
what -- what happened at larkhill. what we did -- what i did. that terrible knowledge, it's been with me so long. that i could do things like that.
for years, i blamed it on the government, on the authority i could never stand up to. but living so long with the knowledge of what i did has made me understand otherwise. i alone was accountable.
there is something wrong with us. with all of mankind. with me. something evil that made me enjoy what i did. some hideous flaw.
we deserve to be culled. we deserve it.
it's funny, i was given one of your roses today. i wasn't sure you were the terrorist until i saw it.
what a strange coincidence. that i should be given it today.
then you are going to kill me now?
is there any pain?
thank you.
can i -- can i see your face again?
it's beautiful.
may 23rd.
prothero has hand picked my subjects. four dozen of them, none of which will be any use to me if i don't get to work soon.
they're so weak and pathetic i find myself hating them.
they don't fight or struggle. just stare at you with weak eyes.
june 9th: of the original four dozen, over 75% are now deceased. strangely, no clear patterns have emerged as of yet.
batch 5 seems to have no common discernible effect on any specific group though the men seem slightly more resilient than the women.
i'm hoping the survivors will provide more answers or my time here will have gone to waste.
june 18: and only five left now. two men and three women. which tends to contradict my entry on the 9th.
the man in room five is a fascinating case.
physically, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him. no cellular anomalies, nothing.
batch five, however, seems to have brought on some kind of psychotic breakdown. he's quite insane.
he has this way of looking through you. reverend lilliman won't go near him. he claims that it is the devil in room five. i see him cross himself whenever he passes his door. still, there's something about him.
i'm glad prothero let room five have a go at the gardening project. he is quite proficient. prothero was reluctant to allow an inmate access to the tool and chemical supply at first but now the fat toad is delighted. the crop has almost doubled.
he also grows roses. beautiful roses.
december 24th: i was in the mess. it was about half past ten when we heard the first explosion.
the ones at the front ran straight into the gas. it was horrible.
a few of us made it out through the rear door. you could hear men screaming everywhere. i hate the sound of men screaming.
in the center of the camp, everything was on fire. everyone running in all directions. we had hardly enough time to get our bearings when the ovens exploded.
it was the man in room rive. i couldn't have known. the chemical supplies, grease solvents, ammonia, fertilizer. he'd been making things with them.
mustard gas.
and napalm.
and in the yard, i saw him. he had the flames behind him. he was naked.
he looked at me.
as if i were an insect. oh god. as if i were something mounted on a slide.
he looked at me.