If you are reading this, then that meant that it worked, and for this all I can say is that this was better than the alternative. You were always loved and wanted, buddy, and your mother and I wanted you so much. But the circumstances of your birth did not allow for our plans to come. Please use this letter as my apology for not being the father I wanted to be, and let me apologise on behalf of your mother.
Your mother and I met at the asylum, which for the sakes of the world, I hope if closed by now. I worked for GenetiCorp, a large company that was trying to weed out genetic faults and make super soldiers. I didn't know this when I joined – I thought we were trying to cure cancer. That's besides the point. By the time I met your mother, I was so deep in I couldn't see light. But then I met her, and I fell in love. She was a new widow, and I was a single doctor. We fell for each other fast, although I wonder if I was just there to fill the empty void of her husband.
We wanted a child, but she would be unsafe in the asylum pregnant a second time, god bless the memory of your sister, and so we decided to make you in a lab at my work. While you were being medically grown, your mother got worse. The asylum, god it was designed to contain madness, but it just created it. Your mother, Sally, changed. By the time you were born from the machine, your mother was barely there. I hoped that by seeing you, she would change back but it didn't work. She became obsessed about ripping our family apart, so she could keep you in the asylum. I am sorry, my little buddy, but I could not let her take you.
So, I ran away, with just you and my car and the essentials.
We survived about a year, bouncing between places until she found us, and then I realised that you would never be safe. She had murdered many to get to you, and no matter what I did she would find you again. So, I am writing this now, before you are taken by the people who will be your parents, and I will make myself forget that I was ever a father. This treatment is risky, but it must be done.
Buddy, if you read this then please come find me. I do not know where I will be and who I will think that I am, but if you say the words "the phoenix rises in the north" then I will know what you say is true. I am sorry, my little buddy, but I have no idea who I will be or even if I will be alive. But know that I do this to save you from a fate worse then death.
Be safe my little buddy, and become the great man I know you will be.
Your father,
Dr Luthor Charles Oxford
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The Twisted Tales
HorrorA place where true love expires, good people get fired and beings are nothing but dust. Where stalkers are heroes, society makes zeroes and madness is not in the crust. Some people are killers, and that's just the pillars of what is essentially...
