[ WP ] A monster is experiencing agonizing pain , and is convinced that killing you is the only way to relieve it . Write from the monster 's perspective .

I did not know the damage I was inflicting. I could n't. By the time I had achieved sentience, it was too late. Ted did n't know it yet. Nor did his wife, his mother, his aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, or his infant daughter. 
 
 Some thought of me as retribution from one of their multitude of gods. Some attributed me to medical experiments gone wrong. I was the monster that humanity had come to fear, born from an array of mutations and genetic predispositions. A disseminated, abomination. I was writhing in pain, pleading for death to swiftly end my agony. Maybe under different circumstances or in a different time, someone would have the capability to see to it. But in this world and in this time, I was too fargone for anyone to try. I'm sorry, Ted. The only way out is to take you with me. The chemotherapy was not enough.
