Tuesday's Story.
Carlos slowly rose his head with hollow eyes, his dark hair flopped over his face, darkening his expression further.
"Gone," He croaked into the silence. "Dead."
The scientists stared, terrified, never once had they seen their young boss so upset, but then nothing as awful as this had ever happened before.
"So long it took, so long…" He squeaked, peering into his hands as though they would listen. "I'll never get another test subject, the experiment was almost finished. That beautiful, deplorable thing. I needed it, and now it's gone!" The boy shook his head again, gazing this time at the blood soaked knife on the ground. Near to the knife there was a man, an unshaven, dirty, lank, dead man.
"He killed himself sir." Breathed one of the scientists, nervous, fearing that if Carlos got much angrier the mental patient wouldn't be the only man's blood staining the floor, but then something happened.
"Never mind." Carlos smiled, instantly springing from his dark composure as if it had been a joke.
"But what will you do sir?" Frowned the scientist again, not sure if this change was for the better. Carlos clapped his hands together in a businesslike fashion.
"We shall start from scratch." Carlos suggested. "They'll be even better than this one." He looked at the dead man. "To be honest I didn't like him anyway, always grumpy, highly uneducated, smelly and… too old to be a suitable playmate. I want a young girl."
The scientists looked uneasily at the lunatic soiling the tiles, almost afraid he would spring up and take revenge for these insults. The problem with Carlos was that he was young, rich, spoilt and dangerous. Anything he wanted, he got, but the scientist's simply didn't know how to grant this request.
"Start from scratch?"
"A young girl?"
"A playmate?"
"Yes." Carlos nodded. "It is possible, isn't it doctor? To break the mind of one perfectly sane, to make her mine?" Carlos beamed in the manner of a lonely, curious child.
"Yes sir, but… why?" The doctor was taken aback, did Carlos want him to- could he, the scientist really drive a prosperous young girl to insanity, if it was for the sake of his boss? Then he thought it through and realised he could, because anything done for the sake of his boss, was done for the sake of his pay.
"Why not?" Laughed the youth, as if his request was a perfectly reasonable one.
"You could find a perfectly fine subject in an asylum-"
"And end up with a pathetic thing like this!" Carlos growled, instantly becoming angry stamping his foot and kicking the corpse. "Why! When I can tailor make someone, I could take her brain to bits and put her back the way I want her. Why? Because you say so, because you're so merciful, you are not paid that extortion to be merciful, you are paid to do as you're told!"
"Of course sir." The poor man whimpered, "Yes, you are right, the young girl would be the best."
"Fantastic!" Beamed Carlos again. "We can choose her tomorrow!"
When most of the scientists left Carlos in peace, one stayed behind.
"What is it," Carlos frowned, without turning.