Dr. Toxin

Dr. Toxin

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*** Victoria Marlin- One of the most Masterful toxicologists of the 1930's, who moves across Europe due to an accident that left her Deformed and Traumatised. James Schmidt- Cunning, enticing and handsome young man, asking for a lethal gas. The Most Lethal Gas. Claiming it will "Save humanity from Itself". What could Possibly go wrong? *** A Story which was recovered from the Millions of Files on my Laptop, as in being my Year 9 English Assignment. Publishing it, just because I haven't published anything in a while and it interested me, that I wrote something alright before I ever published on Wattpad. So I Hope you all enjoy it.
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PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.

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