He Never Wanted To Be A Surgeon

He started as a surgeon. He wasn’t world famous or anything, but he took pride in his work. It wasn’t his plan in life to become a surgeon, but rather the path chosen for him at a young age by a brooding, overbearing family. His father was a thoracic surgeon, as was his father before him, his sister a neurological surgeon, and his brother an ophthalmic surgeon. He never really cared for the family business; sure, the money was good, but it wasn’t what he wanted to do. He simply went the route his family directed him to go in. Eventually, he graduated med school and became a vascular surgeon.


He came across his first three subjects at a gym in a nearby town. The first was a well built 30 year old man who he came to find out, after inspecting the contents of his wallet, was named Adam Bond. He kept Adam in a small room that locked from the outside, most times strapped to a table with feeding tubes, that is when he wasn’t sedated. He did the same with his second and third subjects, 29 year old Richard Townsend and 27 year old David Smith.


He was always a bit different from his family. The men in his family were all strong, outgoing individuals, and the women all gorgeous and brilliant. He, however, was shy and timid, and physically much less imposing than his kin. While his siblings fared well in the social aspect of their respective schooling careers, he kept to himself, and was subject to the crueler sides of young adulthood at the hands of his peers.


His fourth and fifth victims were 22 year old John Barberi and 25 year old John Will. As with his previous 3 subjects, he waited for them to exit the gym in the nearby town, followed them home, and essentially stalked them, waiting for his moment to strike, where he would sedate and abduct them, bringing them to the warehouse he’d rented out and constructed his makeshift hospital rooms in.


Being an introvert, he found solace in being alone. He chose in favor of the normal nightlife of a wealthy surgeon, to stay by himself, going so far as to not interact with anyone outside the walls of the hospital at which he was employed. He spent his time studying, learning more about the profession he was pushed into, seemingly deciding to give it his all, even though it wasn’t his primary interest in life.


Once he had his five subjects in the warehouse, all under sedation and essentially with their lives in his hands, he began the next step of his plan. On Adam Bond, he removed both arms and both of his legs, using his training as a vascular surgeon to ensure to procedure went by without a hitch, stitching him up and placing him back under sedation. Then, he moved on to Richard Townsend. From Richard, he amputated a left leg. From David, a right arm. From John B. and John W., he got a right leg and a left arm, respectively. These last four didn’t receive the same courtesy as Adam had; they were left in their faux-hospital rooms to bleed out.


Due to his solidarity, he eventually spent too much time in his own head. He began having the feeling that he was wasting his life, and that he had a bigger project on which to work. This revelation came while going through an old photo album from his childhood. It was a picture that reminded him of the one passion he’d ever had. He had always been fascinated by marionettes. He had been introduced to them at the local children’s theatre at a young age, and harbored a deep-rooted longing to learn and perfect the craft, which is something he came close to in his lonely childhood. Something snapped in him when he saw that picture, and he never showed up for work again.


Amidst the screams of his other four, expiring victims, he then proceeded to attach each severed limb to the torso of Adam Bond, ignoring the expertise he possessed to perhaps allow the limbs to work, at least in a minimal capacity. Instead, he focused all of his attention on keeping Adam alive. When his work in the mock operating rooms were finished, he wheeled Adam out to an area of the warehouse that housed a small stage with a balcony behind it. He then went on to attach hooks in Adam’s new hands and feet, and connected thick, steel wire to the hooks. The wires led up to small wheels, then continued on to the top of the balcony, in a crudely fashioned pulley system.


The motionless yet conscious body of Adam Bond laid there on the ground as the mad doctor climbed the stairs to the top of the balcony. He then made his dream come true. He yanked on the handles connected to the other end of the steel wires that were now a part of Adam. Adam rose up to his feet (well…), and moved in the ways the once respected surgeon wanted him to move.  He was finally controlling the best marionette of them all. He had created his very own living, breathing puppet.

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