Beautiful Freak~ Eels
Spirit watched the carnage from the doorway, still unseen by the doctor who was too far into his work to notice. A small smile tickled the corners of his mouth as he watched an unconscious rabbit be strapped to the table. What was wrong with him? Spirit should be appalled at Stein's actions, he knew he should be. But yet, he watched with wonder as the man carved carefully into the mammal's flesh.
There was literally method to Stein's madness. Each slice, each cut was meticulous and planned. With gentle hand, most of his experiments lost their lives. Spirit almost envied them: to have Stein as an angel of death, to have him guide you to death's cold hands must have been an experience of the grandest magnitude.
Spirit longed to feel that freedom with Stein. No one else would. Stein was a freak. Spirit was a freak for hanging around him. Hell, Spirit was a freak for standing in a doorway in the middle of night and calling slaughter a pure form of love. To anyone with eyes, Stein had a problem, a horrid problem.
"It's not a problem," Spirit whispered "Its art. It's beautiful in a way."
Stein himself, like his work, was beautiful in away. The way moonlight bounced off of paled stitched skin, the mad way grey eyes glowed, focused on death, a slight smirking smile; all of it was beautiful.
Spirit was in a daze. He didn't hear himself gasp loudly but Stein sure did. In his surprise, he sliced a vein on the rabbit, splattering blood all over the two of them. Stein stared at Spirit, still unmoving and oblivious. This worried the doctor.
"Spirit, what the hell-? You ok?" He attempted to regain control of his sanity.
The only thing Spirit had to offer on his behalf was the only thing on his mind "Beautiful."