Chapter 1: Doktor Who?
A young man sitting alone in a polished wooden chair at a matching polished table. At his left were piles of medical books, all varying in size and towering over him, blocking the brightly shining afternoon sun. He didn't mind being alone, even in the eerily quiet library where the other students should be studying, he didn't mind at all. Besides, the young man was reading intensely at the tattered thick-covered leather book. He found how interesting this book was decades old, yet it had information or documents in it he had never learned nor read before. Flipping the pages slowly and carefully, he tapped on specific text, indicating to make notes out of those lines and study them.
His slightly navy blue eyes scanned the pages mechanically, not missing a single word or losing focus. He unconsciously grinned with his perfect white teeth, wickedly at the dismembered bodies drawn in the worn pages. Oh, how the boy loved to see the pale flesh laying cold with blood bleeding out. The mere thoughts of dead, cut-up bodies aroused him in delight. He chuckled evilly to himself, and rolled up his white uniform sleeves to his elbow. Running his slim fingers through his black sleek hair, he had taken sudden notice of another young boy standing at the entrance of the library.
But he ran out into the endless hallways in panic, not wanting to be seen for some apparent reason. Now alone again, he heaved a heavy sigh and went towards the large window to marvel at the town, Stuttgart, Germany. Where he was born and raised, and studied biology, anatomy to be more exact. But he wanted to leave and study at foreigner schools, and not be cooped up here for the rest of his life. The boy straightened out his light brown vest and raised his thin glasses up a bit in the middle with his fingertip. He then went back to his enormous pile of books stacked upon one another, circling around the table with his leather dark brown boots.
Books were his one, and only friend. Everyone else avoided him, calling him Verrückt Doktor, Wahnsinning Junge, or geistig zerrüttet and so on. But, he didn't care, he believed the other children here are all idiots, fools. Not understanding the beauty of the human body and the science involved within it, those stupid mindless kids. He arrogantly smirked, while running his fingers up and down the spines' of books, not really choosing another medical book.
Down the hall, were footsteps echoed through the silence, alerting the young man. The same boy he saw earlier ran right by the library where the "Doktor" was. The tired boy instantly turned back and stopped at a halt in front of the doorway, catching his breath. Still panting, the boy gestured with his arm and hand at the door opening. The young man surrounded by books in the library was startled, and even more bewildered when a middle aged lady walked in with such authority, dressed in all purple with pink stock leggings.