Prologue
The lab never did suite his taste of style anyways. A cloaked figure stood in the middle of blood stained shards of glass. He had a demonic smile on his pale face and was stained in blood everywhere from his hood down to the hems of the cloak. Dissembled bodies of the scientist trailed on the floor and splashed artfully on the walls. The figure walked to a struggling body that refused to die.
"I see you're a fighter" the cloak figure stated in a dark cold voice. The young scientist slowly turned to face to his creation. His whole face was covered with bright red blood and it matted his hair in the front and soaked through to his dark green shirt making it turn to black. "I won't let you free" he struggled to try and pull out something from his lab coat pocket but the figure slammed his foot on the scientist hand causing a crack to happen and a scream to escape from the man.
"I don't think so" the figure bent down to the man and held the top of his hair. "Do you know what a pez head feels like?" the scientist began crying. "Allow me to show you" and with that he snapped his neck back and off and blood squirted on his face as he chuckled darkly. He had tears running down his cheeks but there was no sadness in them. They were of pure happiness.
The figure looked at the head and saw that it had tears that ran down his cheek and made the dark blood lighten up to look like rivers on his face. "Ashamed that such a lovely face would go to waste today" he then kissed the decapitated head and he let the copper tasting blood fall on his tongue and drip into his mouth. He pulled away and wiped his lips.
"For shame" he then dropped the head and it made a sick splash as it hit the cold tile floor. The figure smiled once again before he left the room, silently closing the doors behind him.
