Let the doctor do the rest...:
Oh how I love my work. Sure, after the first hour or two the screaming can start to grate on my nerves, but it is all worth it. I do this not just for myself, although I must admit, there is a bit of pleasure to be gained from running my scalpel through fresh flesh and seeing what lies under the skin. It is in the name of science, that I abduct myâ€¦ patients. I have found them either by the side of the road, in bars, and through browsing the comatose wards at the hospital where I used to work. I was a highly respected doctor once, but that all changed when I was caught. The less I say about that particular blunder the better. I should have never brought myâ€¦ personal experiments, to the public workplace. Now I preform all my experiments and special surgeries, from the comfort of my lavish estate. Owning a large house isnâ€™t the only perk of my inheritance, as money works wonders to silence annoying questions.
The latest one, strapped down with leather straps to the operating table, was sold to me by a fellow seeker of answers. How he had come by such a perfect patient is beyond me, as he was a mere lab rat. He hardly stood larger than three feet tall, but had a presence about him that made even I think twice about upsetting him. His fur was a strange mix of blue, black, green, purple and white, which made him seem almost comical, if it werenâ€™t for his eyes. As I live and breathe, I cannot forget their cold, calculating gaze. After all, I see similar irises reflected back at me in the mirror. I wonder if those are his natural eyes, or if he gained them in some experiment he was subjected to?
Regardless, there was something more to this rat, who said his name was Warfrain. He had first contacted me over the telephone about two months ago. I still wonder how he got my private number, as it is supposed to be unlisted. Having the damned thing ring while handling delicate organs is such a bother, and he was very lucky that I had just finished for the day when his call came in. Otherwise I might have two subjects before me, instead of one. On the phone, he told me that he knew who I was, and what I did behind my mansionâ€™s closed doors. Before I could threaten him, as is the norm for blackmailers, he said that he was a supporter of my experiments and wanted to help by selling me the perfect test subject. One that could not die.
Of course I was dubious of that, as death comes for all of us. However, he was more than ready for this and set up a time and place where he could demonstrate her ability to heal and come back from the very edge of the abyss. That meeting was just a month ago, and held in an old abandoned gas station outside of town. Nobody drives along the road the station is beside, so we werenâ€™t interrupted during his demonstration. When I arrived, he had a timid white creature standing beside him, a leash connecting them together. Judging from all of the scars and stitches over her body, it was clear that she had been worked over in many experiments. Before I could even get a good look at her, Warfrain took out a small gun and shot her, repeatedly, point blank in the head. She fell over, as any creature would when shot, hitting the dirty concrete floor. A few minutes later, she struggled to her four feet, as if she had been a dog that someone had merely kicked over and not fired upon.
Needless to say, I was impressed and paid the rat every dollar he wanted. I may be partially insane, but I am good to my word. Most of the time. Now, I ready my sterilized knife, with my crimson gloves on, a smile on my lips and in my heart as I begin the first incision. She moans in pain, and tears run down her eyes. These things would have broken creatures of lessor intent, but I am immune to such shows of emotion. I merely continue cutting her skin, and start my first experiment with her. I have a feeling this is going to take all night.
Layout and coding by User not found: hamada
Overlay by Aqua
Art by nuclearstarlight
Backstory and ideas are mind, story brought to life by DrDraco