I’m...alive. I know you probably weren’t expecting me to ever type another entry. Honestly, I didn’t think I would be back as well. Right now, my head is running with emotions I didn’t even know existed. Mostly, I’m confused, scared, and yet relieved. I don’t know what to say right now. However, I think it’s over. I think I’m finally free from that dreaded monster and its party of minions. You probably have several questions.

What happened? How did I escape? How did I survive? What happened to the Squealer? Did I kill it? Those are all questions I’m still trying to figure out myself except for the last one. Sorry to disappoint you but no, the Squealer isn’t dead. However, he’s gone. He’s gone from this town. He’s gone from me. Let me start from the beginning. Let me start by telling you what happened literally seconds after my previous entry.

As I was trapped in my home with nothing to save me, I curled up into a ball and began balling my eyes out. I thought this was the end. While I was scared and terrified at my ungodly fate, I felt a sense relief. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with this nightmare anymore. At least I could finally be free from this cataclysmic hell I called life. At least, if I died, I would finally be reunited with my beloved family. I could imagine the tears of joy and smiles on their faces as they would greet me in the afterlife.

Even as the monsters were literally closing in on me, for the first time in a long time, I genuinely smiled. I was happy. It almost felt like a confirmation that this was it. This would be how I die. I would be torn to shreds by the horrific beings that used to be human, just like me. That’s what got to me. These monsters...were just like me. There was a time that they were human. There was a time where they had their own lives. Even if some of them were pieces of people, they were still once part of an individual. The people that these monsters were created from probably had families like I did, and it was taken away from them.

If it wasn’t for that damn pile of dead flesh controlling them, these creatures that were once probably beautiful could potentially rest in peace. I’ve seen death. It’s a scary thing. However, I could only imagine the pain, the torment, and the disgusting feeling of being forced to do something you don’t want to do, but you can’t help it. Squealer designed these creatures to do this, and all they can do is follow his beck and call. That’s what he wanted me for anyway. He wanted my consciousness. He wanted my brain to be his. He wanted me to be the next person to pass on his legacy.

I’m aware that in a short amount of time, his thoughts would take over and I would no longer be Mason. However, I would rather die in the most gruesome way possible than live a second inside that beast. He’s killed men, women, children, and animals all for his own selfish life cycle. Fuck that. It was that thought that brought me back to reality. I picked myself up from the floor and darted for the front door. I wasn’t trying to escape. I ran out there because I wanted to face him head on. Even if he would kill me, I wanted to go down knowing I did what my job has always been. I wanted to go down knowing I stood up for those he killed, for the weak, and for those who could stand up for themselves.

I’m not a man. I’m not a cop. I’m not a monster hunter. I am a hero, and that’s what I wanted to die as. I ran outside to see the Squealer standing over me like a tower. In his hand, he held the lifeless body of Dr. Moreas. He quickly opened his disgusting third mouth and bit out a massive chunk of Moreas’s throat. Then, he spoke in Dr. Moreas’s voice.

“Foolishness. Did you really think that your little onslaught of bodyguards could stop me?” he said.

I wasn’t about to back down from him, not again. I responded to his statement with my own attempts at intimidation.

“You piece of shit, I’m sick of your games. If you want me, you’re going to have to fight for me.”

He laughed loudly. His minions began to circle around him, showing that they were going to fight by his side. What was I to do? There was only one of me. The Squealer inched closer to me.

“Look around you, Mason. There’s so many of us. There’s only one of you. Don’t make this difficult. I’ve spoken to you in your dreams. This is the offer of a lifetime. I’m giving you a second chance to feel alive. Why not take it? Look at your skin. You’re already on your way to being like me.” he said.

I looked down at my arms. He was right. My arms were covered in itchy rashes like the Squealer’s. How was he doing this? What was he doing to me?

“I’m demonstrating what you could have. A little bit of my DNA can make you incredibly strong. Why settle for a little bit when you can have the whole package?” he said.

Something snapped in my brain just then. I had an idea. It would be a stupid and crazy idea, but it was an idea. If you were me, you would have no other choice. I was literally bluffing in front of him. I wouldn’t last a second against him in my current state. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I pulled the jar of black, gaseous material from out my jacket. The sight of it made the Squealer a little concerned for a mere second. I noticed this. However, he tried to keep his cool.

“Hey, it looks like you’ve got a little bit of me there.” he said with a bit of shakiness.

Something about this jar had him nervous, and I was about to use it to my fullest extent. Squealer’s minions become to inch away. I looked up at the Squealer’s hideous face and let off a crooked smile. I don’t what it was. Something felt different about me.

“What would happen if I inhaled this?” I said sinisterly.

The Squealer screeched with frustration. He raised one of his arms and brought it down upon me.

“You fool!” he yelled.

Before I felt his razor sharp claws dig into my chest, I was able to get a good whiff of the gas into my mouth and nostrils. Instantly, something felt different. I only felt the pain of his claws for a short second before I felt the lacerations in my chest mend themselves. Had a just healed somehow? My eyesight went blurry. My skin began to tingle. I felt completely different. I felt stronger. I don’t mean I felt like I’d just finished a gym workout. I felt like I could literally flip a vehicle without hesitation.

I looked up at the Squealer, who was looking down on me. Even though he lacked eyes, I could still see the visible anger in his face. I figured out that the Squealer can only handle certain body parts for a certain amount of time. I realized this once he regurgitated the vocal cords of Moreas. He raised his arm again, ready to unleash another attack. I also raised my fist. I was faster.

Amazingly, I punched the Squealer in the throat. My fist went straight through his throat and out the other side. He screamed and howled in pain. He picked me up, removing my arm from out of him, and slammed me into the cement. He jumped into the air and landed on the roof of a neighboring house. He squealed and pointed at me, signaling his goons to attack. For a moment, they charged. However, black gaseous material began to emanate from body. This caused all of them to stand down. They all fled into the woods. The Squealer was also losing essense from his wound.

He attempted to stop the rush by covering it with his large hands. He jumped back down onto me. He picked up the regurgitated vocal cords and swallowed them again. He looked down upon me and smiled.

“Well Well Well...there really is no cease to your surprises. This just makes me want you more and more. I have taken several victims over my years, but no one has ever done what you’ve done. You are truly amazing. I’ll be taking by my blood now.” he said.

He opened his large third mouth and suck up all the material from my body. I could feel the strength drain from me as I watched the black material vacuum down his throat.

“Fine. Keep your brain. You’ve earned it. There are plenty more people in the world. I’d rather let you live your hellish life than give you the pleasure of death. But since you hurt me, I’m going to take something from you for all my troubles.” he said.

He then picked me up by my ankles. Out of nowhere, he bit down on my legs, severing them from just above the kneecaps. He literally bit off my legs. The pain was so excruciating. Just before I passed out from pain, I was able to see Squealer darting off into the woods. Before he completely left my sight, he turned around and waved goodbye with my own legs. That’s when I blacked out.

On the day of writing this, I’ve awoken in a hospital far off in a city. I was told that I was found by my neighbors laying in my front yard with both my legs severed. An emergency helicopter was sent to the town to save me. They say I was luck to make it. If they were just a moment later, I would’ve bled out.

On a small table next to my bed, there was a card. I picked it up. It read as follows:

Dear Officer Mason,

On behalf of all the citizens of this town

On behalf of all the citizens of your home

We would like to thank you.

For years, we have had to suffer living in this prison.

We had to live a life of losing friends and family at any given moment.

Because Wester wouldn’t give himself up for our sake,

Several people were lost.

So, we would like to thank you for everything.

Finally, we are free.

We are free to live our lives happily.

Thank you.

Sincerely, your friend,

Sheriff Ivers

My heart melted. I was able to understand what happened. For a second I tried to get out of bed before pulling back the covers to see my lack of legs. The doctors informed me I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life unless I wanted prosthetics with months of rehabilitation. The doctor tried to ask me what happened. He was cut off by a man in a suit who was standing outside my room. He walked inside and ask the doctor if we could have some privacy. I was confused. I’d never seen this man before. He spoke briefly without even giving me a chance to respond.

“Mr. Mason, on behalf of the Monster Cop Organization, we would like to thank you for your help. Sorry we weren’t able to be of much assistance in this situation. Several lives were lost in that town. Looks like we’ll have to keep searching. Don’t worry about your friends in that town. Subject-057 will most likely move on somewhere else. That’s just how he works. We’ll have to find out who his its next target is, which could be anyone. Anyway, for your service, the MCO would like to extend you a reward.” he said.

The man pulled out a large stack of 100 dollar bills and placed them on the table next to my bed. It had to be at least 5,000 dollars.

“This should be enough to get you back on your fee-...Oops...that would’ve been insensitive. This is a little cash to get you back on track. Forget about all this. Live your life. Consider it a second chance. Have a nice one, sport.” he said.

The man stood up and left my room.

Now, here are my final thoughts. From what I can interpret, I’ve done a good thing. Even though I lost my legs, I feel good. I always wanted to help other people, and I feel like I did. It looks like the Squealer will be moving on to another person. I pray for whoever will have to go through that hell. You know what, I’ll say it. Maybe there is a god up there. Maybe this is my second chance at life. I’ll start appreciating what I have.

I think I know what I’ll do with this money. I’ll invest in some prosthetics. I’ll buy me a nice home in the city. I’ll donate some to charities. I’m going to keep some of this for a little investment. I’m going to invest in weapons, traps, and whatever kind of hunting expertise I can get. The Squealer is still out there.

To everyone reading this, please be careful out there. There is a monster on the loose, and you could be its next victim.

I sincerely hope that one day, maybe years from now, that I see the Squealer again. Not so I can get myself killed, but so I can show him what it feels like to be hunted. He is a killer. He is a hunter. One day, I promise I’ll find him. I will kill him. I want to make that monster feel the merciless pain it showed so many others. That’s all I can say. If anything feels left out from this point, I'm sorry. I don't know what else I can say. The funny thing is through all this, something feels like it's missing.

Well, I guess that’s where my story ends. I’m sorry if this wasn’t as exciting as you wanted it to be, but that’s how it happened. If you went through hell like this, you’d want to tell someone too. Perhaps this isn’t goodbye forever. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I see the Squealer. I’ll say it. While this isn’t goodbye forever, this is a goodbye for now. I’m going to try to get some rest. I did just lose my legs after all.

This is Mason. Next time, we’ll kill...the Squealer.

Coming Soon- Season 2- "The Squealer: Offspring"