Author's Note: I don't really think Victor would be this ruthless. This monologue was written to appear as though it was a part of a play. It's just that after reading the fanfic You'll Call Me Doctor by Kahty Kat, I was inspired. Usually I would use more italics in such a rage-filled speech as this, but as a monologue it must have some allowances for the actor performing it and I think I might have put too many in already. I hope you all enjoy it and go on to read Kahty Kat's one-shot because it is, in my opinion, a fantastic portrayl of how Victor could have grown up.
[Victor is covered in bruises, having been beaten by his schoolmates out on the sports field. He slowly pulls himself to his feet, alone now. New determination flashes furiously in his eyes.]
Victor: You think you have me beat. You think this- this physical manifestation of your ignorance will deter me. Well, you're wrong. You laugh, you call me names. Loser, dork, Dracula, zombie, the creativity never ends. You snicker now, but one day, oh one day… These bruises will go away. Replace them however many times you like, but one day they will fade. Your fleeting dominance will dissipate with them and my superiority shall remain. Taunt me now, please, I encourage it! For one day, my poor, stupid friends, one day you'll regret it. As you slog through the dark myriad of subservient jobs to scrounge the money for your passing fads, universities will trip one another to gain my favor. I will go farther and greater than you can ever fathom and one day you will see me again. That one day, that glorious, delicious day, you will do anything please me. I will hold your life within my hands and carelessly discard it if I wish. And oh, the wish is strong! So come on then! Hurt me! Make me bleed! Make me cry! Do it, because one day it will be you on your knees. You'll beg and grovel and kiss my feet, 'please, please, have mercy!' you'll cry and I'll laugh! I will laugh long and hard and grind your face into the dirt at my feet. You call me pitiful now, a freak, a wimp, but oh, you'll sing a different tune that day for you will address me with respect and desperation. A nobody, a tool, you say? Ha! You'll call me Doctor! You'll plead it with your last breath and utter it with fear! Doctor, you'll say, is there nothing that can be done for me? I will smile then, and you'll know the answer before I even say it, you idiotic wastes of sentience. 'No,' I will reply laughing, 'nothing for you.' You worthless abominations upon humanity, I won't lift a finger to save your useless lives! You'll go out in pain and the last thing you'll hear, the last thing you will ever experience upon this earth will be my laughter, my snickers, my contempt. So, go on! Beat my face until you're satisfied. Twist my arms until they break. Spit and claw and pull and tear but you will never defeat me. You'll call me Doctor one day, fools, and I will have no mercy!
[He exits on that ruthless note and lights fade.]
(Twelve year later, Victor fulfilled everything he had sworn to do at fourteen. He is working at a premier hospital as a researcher and surgeon. True to his words, he had gotten the best pick of universities and had become a doctor. He is an expert in multiple fields and is widely respected by the medical community for his skills if not his sociability. He has yet to meet any of his former classmates but a dark part of him still awaits the day he will incinerate his Hippocratic oath.)
Inspired by the Trauma Center fanfiction You'll Call me Doctor by Kahty Kat.