You.

You took away my life...my love...

You took away everything: My happiness, my sorrow, and my anger. It has taken me this long to blame you for all of this, but I have. I have realized my mistake in blaming myself. How could I have been so stupid? I should have realized... You cheated...

She was the only thing I had left. But your experiments ruined her. She died because of you. Her pain, what she had to endure was your entire fault...because of your experiment. But now, he too will soon be dead. We will kill him. Your experiment will once again be a failure, isn’t that right?

I felt it. The shot, I heard it, and a split second later, I was lying on my back. You laughed at me as I stared at you, a pathetic, pleading look in my eyes. I was trying to save her. But you killed me. I watched you smiling, licking your lips with menace. You chuckled softly as my breath slowed. My vision blurred, and I was taunted by your laugh. A high, piercing laugh that haunted me for years to follow...

What you did, I will never forgive you for. You hurt more than just my physical form and mental state, but my spirit, my pride...You ruined what was already half gone. I loved her, more than you ever could. So she married you? But you never loved her back, did you? You could never love her. You faked it so you could use her as a host for your evil. What you uncovered many years ago was not a miracle, but the near end of civilization. Did you not notice your mistake? No, you didn’t. Your ignorance blinded you. Your career blinded you. You did only what you thought was a good change. You cared not about others, but yourself. You shall never be forgiven, and you deserve not a single chance to redeem yourself for your actions...

What was going through your mind when you first started the project? I have always asked myself that question. Were you simply driven by desire, or were you reluctant, incase someone would have died? No, I scratch that. You were simply driven by desire. And what did it cost you? To you, it cost nothing but a few lives. That’s all it took. But that makes you a murderer. But, I will say this: I am glad in one way that you kept me alive. That is so I may see you writhing in pain, sorrow, and sadness.

So, here’s to you, Professor Hojo. As I stand in front of you, gun pointed and aimed at the center of your forehead, I stare into your eyes. You have that same pleading look I gave you over 30 years ago as you kneel in front of me. But I show you no mercy, just as you did me. My face is expressionless. You do not deserve even death. You were not worthy of it. But I will finally got what I wanted so long...

"Vincent...you wouldn’t," you say.

I stare deeply into your eyes then. "This is for every life you have caused suffering. Even your own," I whisper.

I pull the trigger. Blood trickles down your forehead as you fall backwards into a limp state of death. That shocked look was still frozen on your face, as if you hadn’t expected to me shoot you. Good bye, Professor Hojo...and as I walk away with the others, I hope that no one will ever miss you.