Post by doc on Jun 20, 2014 22:40:49 GMT
The man awoke to find himself tied down to a chair. His right arm wrapped with surgical tubing until it was blue and numb from lack of circulation. A chipper whistle coming down the hallway. Of course the man tried to get loose, his frantic struggles interrupted by a man poking his head around the doorway. "Oh, so you are up. That is a shame" the doctor grabbed a chair and flipped it around. Sitting backwards towards the captive. "See, anesthesia is kind of hard to come by so its something I cant just use for no reason. So tell you what, I heard this works with patients." Suddenly standing up and with a push of his leg sliding the chair out of the way. "Now you have been selected to help me test my latest attempt at human enhancement." Tapping his chin as he thought "well in the interest of openness this is kind of my first attempt too."
Walking over to a near-by table as he continued his conversation. "But dont worry, if all goes well you will be better than ever. Trust me" suddenly he turned around and swung a sword. Lopping off the patients arm. The steel embedding into the chair. "I'm a doctor". Blood kept back thanks to the tourniquet around his arm. Placing a foot on the chair he wedged the blade back out. Picking up the severed limb he allowed the blood to flow out and into his mouth. A stream overflowing down onto his clothes, staining them crimson. Glancing at the man "what? I'm not going to just let it go to waste." Poking his nose with the edge of the sword "you, dont, waste, food... silly" Tossing it into the freezer and pulling out a fresh clawed hand from one of the preserved ghoul corpses. Walking back over he bopped himself on the head and laughed "Oh silly me, I still need the novacane to make sure you don't move the arm. Sorry about that, probably should have done that before cutting it. OH WELL, omelet, eggs."
Grabbing a needle and shoving it into his arm, letting the drug numb his arm to the point of paralysis. Sitting down he got to work attaching the foreign limb. "So are you new to town? I just got here myself. Atleast I think I did. I mean this place is new and I was wearing this lab coat so thought, 'oh I must be the doctor here'. So grabbed you up when you came in for the blood donation." Playfully pinching his cheek with a bloody hand "Dont worry you'll still get your cookie and juice." Once he was done. The doctor wiped off some of the blood on his coat before cutting the surgical tubing. "Now if this goes how I think it will, the new hand should graft on like a normal transplant." The physician running the scalpel over his own fingers, "but no reason we cant try to help it along."
Finally the gag was removed. The doctor's captive went to scream only to have two fingers shoved into his mouth. The blood flowing from the tips being forced down his throat. "I know its bitter but you must take your medicine" Leaning over, a Cheshire grin forming from cheek to cheek. "Doctor's orders"
Walking over to a near-by table as he continued his conversation. "But dont worry, if all goes well you will be better than ever. Trust me" suddenly he turned around and swung a sword. Lopping off the patients arm. The steel embedding into the chair. "I'm a doctor". Blood kept back thanks to the tourniquet around his arm. Placing a foot on the chair he wedged the blade back out. Picking up the severed limb he allowed the blood to flow out and into his mouth. A stream overflowing down onto his clothes, staining them crimson. Glancing at the man "what? I'm not going to just let it go to waste." Poking his nose with the edge of the sword "you, dont, waste, food... silly" Tossing it into the freezer and pulling out a fresh clawed hand from one of the preserved ghoul corpses. Walking back over he bopped himself on the head and laughed "Oh silly me, I still need the novacane to make sure you don't move the arm. Sorry about that, probably should have done that before cutting it. OH WELL, omelet, eggs."
Grabbing a needle and shoving it into his arm, letting the drug numb his arm to the point of paralysis. Sitting down he got to work attaching the foreign limb. "So are you new to town? I just got here myself. Atleast I think I did. I mean this place is new and I was wearing this lab coat so thought, 'oh I must be the doctor here'. So grabbed you up when you came in for the blood donation." Playfully pinching his cheek with a bloody hand "Dont worry you'll still get your cookie and juice." Once he was done. The doctor wiped off some of the blood on his coat before cutting the surgical tubing. "Now if this goes how I think it will, the new hand should graft on like a normal transplant." The physician running the scalpel over his own fingers, "but no reason we cant try to help it along."
Finally the gag was removed. The doctor's captive went to scream only to have two fingers shoved into his mouth. The blood flowing from the tips being forced down his throat. "I know its bitter but you must take your medicine" Leaning over, a Cheshire grin forming from cheek to cheek. "Doctor's orders"