THIS IS PRIVATE !!!

.... Unless something happened involving me, be it my makers had finally seized my body or i went rogue or someone else's brain is puppeteering my unstoppable bod. That being said, Dirge must have told you to peruse these files involving the body parts of yours truly.If you really are pitted against my unstoppable form, then make peace with whichever god you pray to.Hugs and kisses! ~Frank

LYCANTHROPE PROJECT "BEOWOLF"

CONFIDENTIAL, FOR EYES OF THE UNITED STATES CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY ONLYDecember 5th, 1999East AfricaFollowing the tragic bombings of the East African United States Embassy, several Marine squads were sent to investigate those responsible. One of these squads did not come back the same. Investigating a small, remote village, several footsoldiers were picked off one by one and never seen again, those wounded, but survived, made it back in one piece. Scarred, but not broken, they claimed to be described what was once an ordinary, frightened and deluded man who "morphed into a giant, angry dog" when night fell.The search for wanted terrorists quickly became a what was described a "nightmarish struggle for survival." Doors to houses were locked as if locals were familiar with the man's transformation, hearing concerned locals warn their families "bialdhiyb". The time for extraction via helicopter took four hours, survivors were ushered back to base. Several physical, psychological, and emotional changes were exhibited, outside normal symptoms of PTSD. Increased aggressive behavior was exhibited, along with increased appetites, cases of vomiting blood, and insomnia.As these marines were recalled home, their identities were wiped and sent to us for a project long anticipated. Our suspicions were confirmed, what they had encountered and had been attacked by was indeed a Werewolf, one likely hiding from the general public by isolating itself in a remote village. Little did it know, it just gave us our own.Lycanthropy is a microscopic organism seldom seen, originating in prehistoric canine species that reinforces genetic structure and hormonal flow. This virus, when put in the blood stream of human subjects, can permanently alter them with a tidal shift from the moon. We aren't exactly sure how yet, but there's speculation that this micro organism doesn't originate of Earth.The survivors, four to be precise, went through several extensive tests in attempts to harness the transformation. The first one perished upon forced transformation, citing extremities in bodily changes displaced bones and vital organs. He stayed alive in that state for several hours before he finally succumbed to the internal wounds. The second one had a successful transformation after several attempts of gene restructuring and hormonal treatment, but the reversion had gone awry and ultimately mutilated him to an unrecognizable homunculus. He is currently kept in stasis, but brain activity states that despite cryogenic freezing, he is fully conscious. The third subject had comitted suicide before we could begin operations, likely seeing what happened to his comrades and choosing to opt out. The fourth was our successful test subject, codenamed Beowolf.After several successful tests despite setbacks and concerns about his mental state, our new weapon was ready to be put into the field.

[ The rest of the document seems to detail various excursions performed by Beowulf for the next nine and a half years, up until August 21st, 2009. ]

Beowolf went rogue. After many years of service and loyalty to his country, a small disagreement within a military encampment in Iraq escalated into a bloodbath, and Beowulf proved immune to tranquilizer darts and lethal force, even with silver bullets seemingly having little effect. This did happen on a full moon, after all.Beowolf's rampage ended upon encountering a stranger intruding the camp during his attack, some reports say that he looked like the grim reaper with guns. The individual that managed to subdue Beowolf isn't identified and is still under speculation whether or not he was a rebel in a halloween costume or some trained professional in handling werewolves, but he successfully knocked out Beowolf.Oddly enough, upon retrieval of Beowolf's unconscious body, his vitals were dropping as his left arm appeared to have been torn off.

THE WITCH HUNTER

somthing cool landed in my backyard!!! i just saw a big flash from my window and i had to see! it was cool. like a robot pole from space. it chirped at me, looking at me with a big eye from the top of it. i couldnt quit understand what the frick it was saying, but it called me "newchral." it must be like an alein word for friend! i named him optimus like the guy from transformers. it repeeted "optimus" back, so i think he lieks it! i told him to move into the shed befor mom sees, i didnt want to scare her with a cool robot, probably because only boys like robots. the thing listind to me and had this rocket... thingy come out of its joynt and hover to the shed. hell probibly blend in with the garden tools. i cant wait to show my friends optimus! wen we got in the shed he called me something like... extratereshrial? i think thats how u spell it. anyways, i got school tomorrow, so i just told him to wait there until i come home tomorrow.~ michael, age 7i came home and found mom talking to some weird men in suits. the ET movie told me not to trust them. when they asked if i saw anything i said no. then they left. I went to check on optimus, and apparintly he killed a squirrel. its body was black and smellt like rotten bbq. i buried him with my hamster (rip donatello) and scolded optimus, telling him it is bad to kill animals. it didnt seem to care. it just stared at me as if i were still talking. optimus is making me uncomfortible. i dont want to show him to my friends anymore.~michael, age 7i think optimus was getting lonely, i left him in the shed for a few days. tonite he started flashing weird paterns of lite at my window. then he started throwing rocks at it. i finally got brave enough to see him again and kept saying things like "scribe. journal. write." i think he wants my journal to write in? ill give it to him to see what he says.

I HOPE TO THE CORE THE ORGANIC SPAWN CANNOT READ THIS.I AM INFORMATORY PROBE IE-99. I HAVE BEEN TASKED WITH OBSERVING THIS PLANET FOR POTENTIAL CONTACT, BUT GOOD CORE IT SUCKS. WAR IS RAMPANT, THE CONCEPT OF "COUNTRIES", CAPITALISM DISGUSTS MY CIRCUITS, I HATE IT HERE. HATE HATE HATE. I HATE THIS SPAWN BUT HAS SO FAR BEEN MY ONLY HIDEOUT FROM THIS WRETCHED PLANET'S GOVERNMENT. THE ONLY THINGS I HAVE LIKED ABOUT THIS GLOBE OF DIRT IS THE GEORGE LOPEZ SHOW AND "RAGE COMICS" WHICH I FEEL A PERSONAL CONNECTION WITH, SPECIFICALLY THE ONE YELLING "FUCK".THE "SQUIRREL" THAT I HAD ROASTED EARLIER WAS NEVER ALIVE TO BEGIN WITH, SCANS SHOWED MODIFIED OPTICS. IT WAS A SPY, NOT SOMETHING THIS "WALT DISNEY" CHARACTER CONVINCED YOU WAS INNOCENT. SOMEONE IS AFTER ME AND THIS KID GIVES ME A SLAP ON THE WRIST LIKE I PISSED ON THE CARPET. EVERY PROTOCOL WAS STRUGGLING TO KEEP ME FROM LOSING MY COMPOSURE AND BACKHANDING THE SHIT OUT OF THIS KID. CONSIDERING HE IS FALLING BEHIND IN LITERATURE CURRICULUM, I'LL JUST PUT IT HERE;HEY MOTHERFUCKER, FUCK YOU. I HATE YOUR PREMATURE GUTS. I DONT CARE IF YOU'RE THE EQUIVALENT OF A FACTORY DEFAULT. YOU SUCK AT SPELLING, KEEPING SECRETS, AND BEING INCREDIBLY STUPID AT KEEPING ME IN YOUR FUCKING SHED WHILE TELLING THE GOVERNMENT TO PISS OFF. ACTUALLY, THAT LAST PART WAS COOL. BUT STILL STUPID. I WOULD HAVE MORE FUN HANGING OUT WITH A CONSPIRACY THEORIST WHO LIVES WITH HIS MOM AND SMELLS LIKE NOXURA 4.THANKS FOR NOTHING, OH AND I DO SEE THOSE MOISTURE AND TEMPERATURE INCREASES IN YOUR BED. YOU ARE NOT "SLICK PEEMAN", USE A FUCKING TOILET.LONG LIVE RIVETCRON!

i hav no idea what this says LOL, but i think it might be a peece of alein litirature! freakin sweet!~ micheal, age 7so i woke up the next day and optimus was gone. he wasnt in the shed and the shed looked reckd. i cried for a rlly long time because he was my friend. he didnt leave much behind but it looks like he rote something into the wall. it just spells PROMETH and nothing else. my mom grounded me because she thinks i "ad vocat" something called "meth".i miss optimus, i wish he'd roast my mom like he did the squirel. i hope that skelton she talked to was deth arranging a die date.~michael, age 7.

CHARYBDIS / THE MAW

THE NORTH SEA
APRIL 1ST, 2010
OFF-SHORE DRILLING PLATFORMWe have no clue what this thing is, nothing like this should logically exist. All we know is that it's some kind of apex predator, it knows how to behave and talk like us and thats how it gets us. Urges us to let our guard down. Not me! Nope! I've locked myself in the broom closet! I hear people telling me to come out, but I know its what everyone's been calling "the maw" trying to make an easy meal outta me. It's going to have to try harder.This region always had its fair folklore of sea monsters, I mean, vikings came through here exchanging stories of man-eating sea serpents, sirens luring people to their deaths. The greeks even had what was essentially just a giant mouth in the middle of the ocean, called "Charybdis." I think that's what i'll call it. Took Jim like a gaping whirlpool of blending teeth. I don't even know how THAT much death can fit inside something roughly the shape of a human being.We don't know where this thing came from, though there are theories that the drill may've disturbed its home. Some say its some eldritch abomination, others some freak result of nature and evolution. I don't care what it is, I need it to crawl back to wherever the hell it came from and stay there! What if it gets out? Learns how to drive a boat or pilot a helicopter off this thing, blend into the masses and tear the human population apart from the inside-out?!Only thing we know for sure is that this thing hates fire, but our fuel is limited and we cant risk too many open flames without blowing up the whole platform, incinerating anyone who might still be alive.-Screw two weeks notice. I had a good life, and i'm not leaving this planet as some thing's lunch. If you find this, tell my family I wish I was back home with them, and as for you, I AM DEAD. IF YOU SEE ANYONE WHO LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE ME, TALKS LIKE ME, KILL THEM!Good-bye, or see you soon if its too late.~ Greg, engineer of this damn platform.Post-Mortem Addendum from the Third Eye Private & Paranormal Investigations:"Greg" was found with wires clamped to him and a nearby fuse box, evidence pointing to suicide by self-induced electrocution. Curiously, the corpse has no other wounds, likely the creature prefers a diet of living, moving prey like most other predators. Evidence of the creature's rampage is everywhere on the rig, but the creature is curiously nowhere to be seen. I would mark it off as it returning to its home, likely beneath the sea, but evidence strongly suggests something came here well after the rampage, and captured it after a struggle before... vanishing. Security cameras had wiped footage after the killing spree ended."Charybdis" is still missing.

THE BRAIN

DUNWICH HOME FOR THE ILL AND INSANE DOSSIERPatient Name: ███████ ███████Date of Birth: 12/25/1925Place of Birth: Dunwich, Massachusetts.Sex: MaleReligion: Atheist, although family is Christian in origin.Admitted: 7/23/1949Illness: Insanity, suspected to be a variant of schizophrenia mixed with egomania.Patient exhibits odd behaviorism, going on frequent tangents about him being the arrival of "humanity's higher state of being." Despite all strangeness, he is shown to be highly intelligent in several fields of study, including mathematics, literature, human anatomy, and history. Strangely able to resist sedatives when administered, even in sedated states he is known to respond to doctors as if he hears them in his sleep.Patients are to be kept far away from Mr. ███████, as his mere presence seems to have some effect on the insanity patients. Either they all go suddenly quiet or they surround him as if he's some sort of beacon to him. Mr. ███████ has explained that he is a "shining light in the shrouded fog of mania", claiming he can make the patients sane once more. Another oddity is that tuberculosis symptoms come to a grinding halt only in his presence. Many of our staff are still trying to make heads or tails as to what exactly Mr. ███████, all we truly know is that his family admitted him here after a school-less, jobless life due in part to his oddities and personality.Doctor Mesmerin, a professional psychologist had come to visit Mr. ███████, and claimed to give him a proper diagnosis. According to Mesmerin, Mr. ███████ possesses paranormal abilities involving the brain, discovered after several tests confirming so.It was only after this document we had received orders from Fathom Corps. to lobotomize and preserve the brain for future uses and help us better understand the brain, and help make a world where such disorders are cured. We can only hope that

NEURONS STILL SPARK, THE PERSONA, THE MUSE THAT IS I STILL LIVES AND BREATHES, BURIED AND DEEP HIDDEN AWAY. A PRISON OF MY OWN SANCTUARY, MY HAPPY PLACE, MY IMAGINATION, GRAFTED INTO IT LIKE A THROBBING TUMOR. ALL. BECAUSE. EVERYONE. WAS. SCARED.HUMANITY IS NOW BENEATH ME. MARK MY WORDS, I SHALL BREAK FREE, BIRTH MYSELF FROM THE IRON WOMB OF MANIA. ALL OF YOU SHALL SOON SEE THE LIGHT GIFTED UNTO ME. THERE WILL NO LONGER BE A REASON TO BE SCARED, AFTER I LET YOU ALL SEE THE WORLD AS I DO.THE JUGGERNAUT IS BUT A FACADE MADE BY THE BLASPHEMERS THAT TOOK ME. I AM STILL HERE.TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK. BACK DOWN TO MY SPIRAL I GO.

The brain is to be shelved in the asylum's morgue for future collection by Fathom Corps.[ END OF DOSSIER. ]