Experiment Seven

My lips set in one thin line, I tore a slim slit into the quivering eyeball of the man tied firmly to the workbench within the comfortable confines of my metallic lab. The edges of my lips curled at the screams that echoed out from beneath the choking sobs of the specimen I had held tight within my grasp.

“Shh shh young man, I only request your cooperation for another set of moments.” I whisper and commit the same atrocity upon the man’s other eye. The heart monitor that stood behind me was adding a beat to the tension that I found excruciating annoying and wished the test subject would calm the fuck down just long enough for me to complete my experiment upon him.

I reach out a gloved hand and grasp thin fingers tightly around rim of the syringe I had filled to the brim with a glowing orange substance that would either invoke an eyesight ten times that of a normal human being, or cause his lungs to turn inside out. Either outcome would work for me.

Now I’m slipping the thin needle into the bloody slits I carved into the man’s eyes, pushing the needle deeper and deeper until an audible pop punctuated the merciless screams that emanated from the specimen at an ever increasing volume. 

After injecting an equal amount of the substance into both eyes, I take a small tube from amongst my tools and squeeze out a strange biodegradable adhesive out onto the man’s eyes, which was gently smeared over the wounds and covered with eye patches that I took care to bandage completely around his head.

Stepping back to take a look over my work I smirk before nodding to myself and turning to the timer set on top of the heart monitor. A quick jab of the finger and the countdown had begun. “And now in approximately twelve minutes we shall see if my serum is a success or if it still needs a few more tweaks.”

The man wearily struggles to raise his shackled hands to rub his itching eyes, but fails and miserably slumps back on the table. A laugh and I’m clasping the handle of a nearby lever, “Now let me help you into something more comfortable!” And rip back the lever, which aptly released the man from his chains and tilts the bench forward, henceforth sliding him into a jagged metal chair before returning to its original position.

“Like it? It was one of my first inventions.” I gloat with starry eyes and the man blearily raises his head in my direction. “What evil purpose does something like that even merit?” He queries with a frown and I sigh. “My mother is a very lazy individual.” I respond simply and the man nods. “Oh. Okay.” He says with a hint of judge mentality.

I thrust my face bare inches from his. “That does nothing to belittle my reputation specimen.” I seethe through gritted teeth. My only response was a wince as the man tried to roll his eyes. “Of course.” He responds in disbelief, almost as if he was trying to make me feel better about myself whilst he reserved his original views on me and my affections towards my mother.

My latex draped fingers were clenching around his tender throat as my anger peaked and I was screaming at his face. “You have no right speaking in such a tone towards me peon! I am the thing most nightmares dare to dream to be. My malicious intellect is confined by no boundaries. I hold your life within the palm of my gloved hand, and I can crush it should I so wish it.”

I roughly let go of his neck and stand at my full height, lips ripped open in a horrific smile. “I am the monster who will tear this world asunder beneath the weight of my demonic fleet! The world shalt drown in the blood spilled at the hands of my robotic minions! The earth shall crack! And gods will fall! As I, Doctor Amadeus, bring forth the end of days! Hahahahahaha my hands will craft the very Armageddon you prophesize! Mwahahahaha! And within the world’s final moments, it will see me as the image of God embraced by the Devil. And I will be the last thing they see, before nothing remains.”

My lips peel back in a distorted laughter bordering on the very fringes of sanity, my hands thrust high into the air as my imagination runs wild upon the very concepts I have in store for the world’s demise. “Mwahahahahahahahaha! Mwahahahahahaha! MWAHAHAHAHAHA- oh shit you’re chest’s bleeding…”