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  Dennis had to find someone, anyone. The elixir was accelerating, but if he could find someone he could trust then maybe there was a hope he could pull himself out of the hell he’d created for himself.  Months ago he’d stumbled on it, a metaphorical fountain of youth. A potion known only as the “Elixir” an alleged dirty secret floating around in less reputable portions of the scientific community, written off as laughably absurd at it’s best, and downright dangerous by less charitable. But worse, supposedly there were scientists he’d met that claimed to have experience with it, or at the very least had heard through a friend of a friend of what it could do.   It could make you younger, and sexually desirable to everyone around you, more confident. As a scientific mind, he had to explore this. A means to refreshing your youthfulness? To enhancing confidence? If that could be reliable reproduced and made accessible to the world..he couldn’t fathom the possibilities....

If you are reading this, you are reading the last words I will ever write and I can only hope you learn from my actions as I was murdered by my own hubris.  In writing this I summarize my descent into darkness, trying my hardest to make sure these final hours are spent ensuring that someone might be able to see this and prevent it from happening again.  Tucker's sister Whitney had always been a focus of my life. A deep abiding crush that had weighed on my heart since the both of us were children. It hurt me deeply to see her having fallen in love with someone else, and it was devastating to know she was getting married this year.  Knowing my chances were well past and ruined I found my thoughts dwindling to dark places, trying desperately to find a way to have her, to have my Whitney.  Fate would have it then, that a woman named Izzy would find me. She said she felt the pain in my heart, and knew I loved someone who would never return my feelings, and in her mercy sh...