Dr. Leveret

(This is one of my more... graphic posts. I have a summary at the end if you do not want to read it)

He was beautiful. The man lying under a stained sheet on the operation table was loveliness in angelic form. My mouth watered as I beheld his graceful frame, rising and falling with every breath.  Every piece of the man was placed perfectly by my hand. He was a master work of art, the kind that an artist can only produce once in a life time. My insides squirmed with such anxiety as I reminisced High Priest Haley’s compliments on my work. I also anticipated the chance at which I would be able to watch my creation do what it was designed to do. I knew that only in the movements of battle could my child be truly seen for the treasure he is.

My concentration was shattered when a young alchemist burst through the chamber doors. She paused momentarily to catch her breath. “Doctor, a large group of Jerican have infiltrated our facilities. They are slaying many of the Alchemists as well as seizing many of our chemical formulas.”

I started to laugh. “Oh Miss Green, don’t you worry your petty little head. My son will protect us from any little insignificant imperfection.” I walked over to the table and began to unfasten the thick leather cords that held my creation’s body to his laying position.

“Your son, Doctor?” The alchemist walked closer to the table, her eyes fixed on the figure under the sheet.

I pulled all the straps back and tossed them to the side of the table. “Yes, my son Taber; he was badly injured a few years ago, after slipping under a supply wagon in the market.” I gripped the sheet. “He is much better now, Miss Green.” I threw the sheet off of my creation.

Miss Green stared at the body for a few seconds before screaming and running toward the back wall. She withdrew, crying and shivering in the corner of room, while I made the final preparations before awakening my son.

 “I am a bit offended that you would treat my son with such disrespect, Miss Green. He has been the only one of my experiments to have survived such a strenuous procedure and you are cowering on the floor because of his uniqueness. Perhaps you are jealous? Jealous that you could never be as beautiful and magnificent as my son.” I checked on a portion of muscle grafting that had not been healing well, and wrapped the exterior tissue with cloth.

Miss Green squeaked from the corner of the room. “Wh… Why would you… How could you do that to your own son?” She slowly stood and looked back over the table. My creation started to twitch as I inserted a thin needle into his neck. The long, curved blade that replaced his right hand forearm planted itself on the ground.

 I began to laugh uncontrollably as my proud creation rose from the table in majestic splendor. And I continued to laugh as the pathetic Jerican entered the room to attempt to kill us. And I continued to laugh as my creation sliced through them until all the Jerican in my lab were dead. And I continued to laugh as my creation cleansed the halls of all the cowering degenerate humans, along with my chemical formulas that I had labored so hard to create for his recreation.

And it was only when my body ceased to work from the abundance of puncture wounds caused by my creation’s blades that I finally stopped laughing and fell into final rest.

(Basically, Dr. Leveret has been doing some pretty crazy experiments on his son, Taber. Taber wakes up and kills a lot of the people. Bartholomew gets his hands on many of the new chemical formulas(however not the chemicals used to help recreate Taber) that Dr. Leveret has been creating. Taber is now a new threat.)