[ WP ] A serial murderer who has performed 100 's of inhumane experiments is caught . His research suggests he has found cures for several major diseases and wo n't divulge unless all charges are dropped .

I do n't know why I did n't quit. 
 
 Eight long years working with a demon. The worst part was that he did n't sound like one. No sneering, no catchphrases. Just a co-worker in his mid forties with a slight paunch, and thick glasses. Occasionally funny. Focused on his work. It's no wonder he was able to get away with it for so long. He seemed to wince when I injected a rat. How could he experiment on 63 people? 
 
 Sixty-three. That number rang in my head every day. 63. 63, all with parents, children, boyfriends, classmates, sisters. 
 
 Babysitters. 
 
 It was horrific. 
 
 Not just the things that he did, but the way he spoke about them. Like they were animals - no, like they were plants. He talked about them like he was experimenting on tree branches. Just... total detachment. 
 
 But we needed him, and he knew it. And he was brilliant. I guess Goebbels was brilliant, too. He was more than brilliant. Except for the live torture, murder, and human medical testing, he was a gift from God. 
 
 We tried for 6 months to break his codes, but everything was in his brain. The notebooks - with his customized, personally invented language - were incomplete and useless even when we translated them. We had only ever figured out a few pages, the short ones, which he had mumbled to himself as he read. The linguists managed to figure out that there were hints of Chinese, Hebrew, and Latin, but some influence from that Lord of the Rings elf writing. And I think it was the junior lab assistant who recognized the Klingon. Dumb fucker thought he cracked the code. He ran around the office shouting `` I GOT IT.'' No, you figured out a single word. 
 
 So he made a deal. He would help us decipher his notebooks, test and produce the cures, as an equal partner in the lab. After that, he would be heavily monitored, but he was free to go. He was restricted, of course, with those gloves, so he could use his hands, but they could lock up with the touch of a button. They only used them once, and I think it was a misunderstanding. He did n't seem to want to hurt anyone. He did n't seem to want to help anyone. It was as if he just liked the work for the sake of the work itself. 
 
 And the cures did come. Those people gave their lives for something. 
 
 First it was liver cancer - 89 % effectiveness. Then glaucoma - 100 %. Diabetes reversed with three weeks of treatment. IBS, for some reason. Then brain cancer - 75 % effective. Then breast cancer - 95 % effective. All the cancer walks and fundraising stopped after that. 
 
 AIDS - destroyed. 100 %. He said there were no more STD treatments, though. He could have, but he thought they were important. Down's Syndrome - 100 % treatable with fetal testing. Autism only showed a 40 % improvement - I knew that galled him. He told us we were doing something wrong, insisted to review the system. Sure enough, someone had substituted a protein base in the treatment - it was fixed, and autism was cured. Just like that. 
 
 I should have been celebrating. Everyone was celebrating. Some of the other lab rats were celebrating, even though they knew what it had taken to get us these cures. And the news. Every night on the news, a huge celebration as a pediatric cancer ward was turned into a juvenile psychological unit, and then 4 years later, they just shut it down, with anxiety and bipolar disorders cured, and depression now 80 % treatable. 
 
 I could n't. I hated the cured almost as much as I hated my sociopathic co-worker. 
 
 Every disease that was cured - at the cost of the little boy I nannied for 4 years, who was like a son to me. He was tortured as a lab rat by my co-worker, Dr. John Hale, for the last three years of his life. I promised myself when I got the job - Dr. Hale would never be free.
