Joseph Helmutt Burgstaller.

Joseph Helmutt Burgstaller was born December 1st, 1920 in the early morning to Bethanee and Hugo Burgstaller. It was a cold morning and Hugo had been in the fields. His wife had been in labor since noon the previous day and none of the chores had been done. When he returned Bethanee had been holding a swaddled baby to her breast and een smiling happily. They named the baby Joseph.

Joseph was an incredibly clever child. Always demanding something to occupy his hands and mind; And in the devastated country of post WW1 Germany there was no lack of chores for the young boy to do. At the early age of 9 months he began to walk. His mother taught him to read and write, but soon he was borrowing books and teaching her. His father praised him often.

During the day he worked on the farm lifting heavy barrels of hay and food onto his shoulders, he pulled the plows alongside the oxen. His body grew as strong as his mind and while his frame was slender there was no question to the strength the boy possessed. He was 13 in the year 1933 when his mother got sick. Despite all his strength and intelligence Joseph wasn't able to help her suffering. She wheezed and coughed and cried. The doctors came and bleed her, they gave her tonics and tablets and powders. Once he listened to her hear beat in her chest. He couldn't hear it over the rattle of her lings. It wasn't long since he had first noticed her suffering that she passed in the night. It was slow and painful the doctors named the sickness typhus and there was nothing that could have been done. They buried her in the church yard close to the city of Struttgard in a grave that Joseph had dug himself.

Within the year the farm had died. Hugo hadn't been able to care for the animals and plants in his grief and Joseph couldn't keep up with the chores on his own. It was during this time that Joseph found out a new way to occupy his hands and to calm the anger he felt. Dissection. Animals died off on the farm before they could be sold, Food had to be hunted and Hugo wasn't going to be the one to do it. Butchery was calming to Joseph, but soon he became interested in the human body as well.

His father was a catholic man and after the death of his Jewish wife had begun taking his son to church every week. It was here joseph began to work as an undertaker apprentice in dealing with the dead. The undertaker was an old man and often left the work to Joseph. He would explore every inch of the bodies and was able to cover the evidence of his curiosity with cloth and make up. He was never caught.

One night in the early summer of 1935 Joseph returned home to find his father on his knees in their home with a pistol to his head. His eyes met Josephs, and the man shook in fear and sobbed. He dropped the gun and his son took it into his own hands and put it to his father's head and quickly pulled the trigger. Joseph kept the body of his father for a short period, trying out different ways to preserve the parts, but soon he lost interest. Joseph stuffed the parts of his father into the far end of a coffin and buried his father with the body of an old woman. Joseph went to the police asking for help finding his missing father. The man was never found. What was found was a letter kept in a bank only to be opened if Joseph was ever left alone.

In the late summer of 1935 a car came to retrieve Joseph. Joseph had never in in a car before. It took him, and his few belonging to a grand home on the other side of the city. He as given his own room, fresh clothes, books, and toys. This is where he met his father's great aunt Ada. She had married a series of rich men, all of whom sadly passed a handful of years after their weddings. Joseph loved his great aunt Ada. Joseph was shown the world he had only dreamed of. In the last month of summer he forgot what if felt like to be hungry, and tired. He took a bath every day; his hands lost their calluses and were soft and pail. When summer ended he went to a actual school.

He hated the uniforms but there were girls there, pretty ones, and other boys as well. Word got out that he had spent his childhood on a farm mucking shit, the other boys had tried to put him in his place. He got a black eye; the other boys went to the hospital.

Joseph excelled in school. He excelled in his social life. Women and men wanted to be near him but the older joseph got the stronger his old urges became. He was fascinated with anatomy. He became obsessed with the human condition. After he finished primary in 1937 he went to medical school to study Asylum medicine. Medical school was where he med Romhilde. Romhilde wasn't a student; she would hand around outside the school late at night and wait for the boys to get out. One night she sat down next to Joseph, on a bench as he lit up a cigarette. She took it from his lips and put it in her own.

"Will you marry me?" she asked.

"I have no need for a wife." Joseph surrendered the cigarette.

"Not even for a night?" Romhilde has asked. Joseph had taken her home.

As they lay naked, over sexed that night Romhilde had brought out a syringe and a bottle of clear liquid. Morphine.

Romhilde and the Morphine became Joseph's new obsession. During the day he would have the morphine, injected between the toes so no one would see, and in the night he would also have Romhilde. Then came the night he found her crying. She was pregnant.

She asked him to marry her once more, and he agreed. That night as she slept he filled her with so much morphine that her heart stopped. He took her body and kept it for a while. He took the small fetus from her. A small clump of flesh no larger than his thumb, and placed it in formaldehyde and hid it amongst the jars of specimens in the school. Her body parts followed the same fate. His professors never noticed the additions to the collections the stood before as the taught the classes.

The Second World War began. Joseph was forced to break his morphine addiction.

Symptoms:

· anxiety

· nausea

· vomiting

· abdominal pain

· Involuntary sexual climax

· Diarrhea

· Insomnia

· sweating

· depression

· involuntary limb movements

· mood swings

72 hours later and he was free.

In the year 1941 he was pulled away from his schooling to become a doctor in the military. They sent him to the eastern front and for six months he sewed limbs and stitched belly's closed. Then two men dressed in black leather came and put him in a truck. They drove him to Austria. Through the gates of Mauthausen. They took his clothes, shaved his hair. His arm was strapped to a table and a series of numbers were inked into his flesh. He was told to keep the workers alive. He never ate. Ne never slept. He went mad. In the dark, cold, and dead world he lived in he forgot how to breathe, how to cry, and how to fight. His body starved away and he became hardly more than a skeleton. He would count the bones and name them to himself in the late night when the moon would glow on his jaundiced skin. Joseph learned how to hate. Joseph cared for the other prisoners, he let them die. They thanked him with their final breaths. For every death Joseph was punished. Burned, beaten and raped.

The year was 1945. The war was ending. They had been moved from Austria and deeper into Germany. The Americans were coming. Joseph broke free in the night and taking a bone saw in his hand he stalked from room to room and cut the throats of the guards, the officers, their wives and children. He killed as many as he could before the sun rose and brought the American soldiers. As they were at the gates the last German officer, besides those that had already fled, had Joseph backed up against a wall with a gun pointed at his heart. As the German pulled the trigger an American jumped out of the sunlight and cut the Germans head from his neck with a shovel edge. The bullet buried itself in the wall beside Joseph who didn't even have the will to flinch.

Joseph was taken with the rest of the survivors and put in recovery. He ate and slept, and felt warm. The Americans asked him to go home with them. He agreed in very broken English. He took a job in the medical bay, caring for soldiers and survivors of the war. In the American base Joseph felt alone for the first time in his life. He was quiet, shy, and awkward. He dint speak the language and he was skittish in ways that made him feel unlike himself.

One day a doctor who spoke german came to him and asked him to assit him on a project. A light frequency that could increase cell growth and heal patients in seconds. Joseph worked with the scientist but the ban was old and he wasn't as clever as Joseph. Joseph took over when the man died of a drug overdose. They sent Joseph to America where he lived on the military base and developed the medigun. The radiation was unstable but controllable. It bad been years since the war but Joseph was still restless. There were still men out there. Evil men. And one of them was on his base. He saw him when he ate lunch. When we walked in the moon light. Joseph watched the man laugh and smile with American soldiers who had to know who the man was. They had to know.

There was a general who was getting married, and the wedding was to take place on the base. Joseph corners the Nazi doctor he had known so well in Austria when he had let a patient die. Joseph tied him down on the table he used to heal American soldiers and tested out his brand new medigun on him. It kept him alive as he removed the very bones from the Nazis body.

Joseph packed everything he had and piled into a large white catering van outside the base church and drove away as the bells began to chime. It was a few days before he was discovered missing and a bounty was put on his head. But by then he had been contacted by a pretty woman in purple about a job and a second chance. He took the title of Medic. Glad to be rid of the name that held such sad stories.

The year was 1962 when Medic joined the RED team. He found a peace in the familiarity of warfare, the guiltless killing satisfied his rage, and a safe place with the other team members who had no idea who he was. they often assumed him to be a Nazi and he let them believe it. He preferred it to them knowing that he had once been.