Disclaimer: I don't own Edgar and Ellen, but if I did, I would keep them chained up in my basement.
A/N: The origin of this story is pretty interesting. Now, I was trying to learn the words to a song called Batty Rap, which is from the 90's movie, Ferngully: The Last Rain Forest. There was a reference to something called vivisection in that song, so I looked up the meaning online (it's like dissection, except the victim is alive, usually conscious, and almost never treated with anesthetic beforehand.) Me, being the creepy, sick person I am, had to learn more. I learned that human and animal vivisection was a common practice in Unit 731, a Japanese biological-warfare testing unit which was formed during WWII. It's staff included some of the best medics and chemists of that time. I thought of them as mad scientists, and then the lightbulb flashed on. Who's every one's favorite mad scientist? Edgar of course! Thus, this horrible brain-child of mine was born. PS: I know Berenice was already killed in the books, but this is based off the cartoon.
Prolouge: Ellen's Grudge
~Ellen's POV~
I'll never forgive him for this. I swear, I'll never let that moronic hack brother of mine forget what he's done, I'l torment him for it, every day, until he dies. Ark! Him and his stupid experiments! Nothing good ever comes from them, why can't he just accept that he's a failure? Although, I actually think he finally has, considering he hasn't used his laboratory at all since the incident, but still, it's too late for him to try to redeem himself.
Berenice is gone, and it's his fault, all because of his blasted stink-spray formula. He tried to test it on me while I was in my greenhouse, and the stuff poisoned my girl horribly. She died a slow, awful death. On her last day, she turned a ghastly shade of grey, and her digestive juices bubbled up and out of her shriveled trap. When I stuck my finger between her lips, and there was not even a nibble. I knew she was gone, and I went mad. I snatched a shovel from the yard, and turned on Edgar. I must have chased him around the mansion for two hours, maybe even three, before I wore myself out. I stomped into the parlor, and lay on the couch. My stomach churned, and I blinked tears away. I haven't seen Edgar since; he locked himself in the library and hasn't come out for two days. As a matter of fact, it's just about time for me to start tormenting him again.