Chainstory Short1 The Surgeon

I am making these shorts as spin offs for the Chainstory while waiting for Hassan's story. These will be shorts that will talk about new or minor characters or the setting. They will probably won't affect the main plot until later on or wont affect it at all. Enjoy.

He trudged along the road wet from yesterday's downpour. He hated the rain. It was no fun. It made it hard for him go scavenging. He needed food. He needed supplies. But most importantly he needed more patients. Patients. Yes they are the ones. The important ones. He grip on the sack tightened at that thought. He could feel it in there. Shuffling. Trying to get out. He stopped and swung it over his head and brought it down on the ground with all of his might. It screamed. "Let me out," it called. He just smashed the sack to the ground again. The shuffling stopped and screams were replaced by muffled moans. He grinned and swung the sack back over his shoulder. The sun was setting over the Eastern Sector. He had to move faster. Or else he will have to worry about the Killer Bats. He increased his pace as he walked towards his hiding place.

Nobody lived in the apartment apart from him. He had the whole place for him. This was good too. He had more space to put his tools, supplies and his experiments. He walked upstairs to his lab and opened the door. There were corpses everywhere. Decapitated ones. Dismantled ones. Miss matched ones. They were his experiments. They were his patients. He remembered how years ago he had wanted to be surgeon. Yet he didn't have the right skills. All he was destined to do was butchery. For years all he did was chop meat and sell it to others. Then one day it came to him. Being a butcher and being a surgeon were kind of the same. All they did was cut people apart. What he did was cut animals apart. This kept him going for a few years. Soon however he wanted more. He wanted to learn to stitch them together. He started testing this on the animals. He never sold his "experimented" meat because he knew he may end up getting sued. Then a few years later he wanted more. He wanted to cut open people and stitch them back together. He started kidnapping kids for this. They were his first patients.

He soon started doing this on older kids and eventually adults. It wasn't long before the police found out about this. He escaped however and went on to find more "patients" and to do more "experiments" and became a first class wanted criminal in USA. The people started calling him the "Surgeon Butcher". When the police finally caught him he tried to explain that he was just being a surgeon like he always wanted to be and was just helping people. But the police accused him of kidnapping and murder of innocent civilians. He tried to tell them they were just a small sacrifice for a better cause. But all he got was a life sentence at Gravel Island Penitentiary. Then six years ago he escaped along with a few other prisoners. It wasn't hard. All he had to do was cut open some guards. He had did this before. Plus they were asking for it. They kept saying he was insane. He wasn't insane. How could he be? He was a surgeon. Surgeons weren't insane. They were geniuses. That's what he was. A genius.

I showed them. I showed them all.

He looked around the room. He had to find something to stitch onto his new patient. He hated keeping his patient waiting. Every surgeons did. There had to be something there from his previous patients. Maybe an arm or a leg. He remembered how he stitched four extra limbs to a previous patient. He had enjoyed it. The patient however was a whole different story. All of his patients hated what he did to them. He had tried to explain to them he was doing this to help them become better than they were but they only screamed and shouted. Nowadays he didn't explain. Besides they all eventually stopped. Permanently. He once stitched one patient's mouth together but the pain had been so much that the patient had literally ripped her mouth open to scream. It was horrible and he never did that again. C'mon, c'mon something to stitch on. Ah Ha. He picked a disembodied head. Two heads, that will be interesting. He heard the patient starting shuffle inside the sack. He grabbed an enormous saw and the head and walked over to the sack...