Bend the rules

by Fredrick 7

I am a scientist. That is what i call it at least. Everyone else refers to it as 'insanity'. I couldn't care less what other people think. What I do is research. Hardcore research. Animals are all so boring. People fascinate me. Love, hate, anger, happiness. What makes them different? I feel nothing but the pure desire to dissect. My name is Doctor Franken Stein. Have a seat.

1. Welcome to my head

Ok, so I might be a bit of a psychopath… But still. I am not telling anyone to enjoy my presence. I live in peace, enjoying life to the fullest. What Is my one pleasure in life?

Dissecting.

It gives me a sort of thrill. Something that is fully healthy is fun, but when they are abnormal, deformed, sick, broken, that is when things get interesting.

When you dig a knife into a living thing, and find a second kidney, or an exploded artery, a sort of chill runs down your spine.

It sends a happiness. "Why can you think like that?" "You are crazy!"

Yeah yeah. I have heard it all. It doesn't change a thing. I enjoy what I do. No one understands because they have never felt it. The chill. The shaky sensation of knowing what is inside of anything.

For the most part, it was all animals.

After a while, animals are same old, same old, even the ones born with two heads or seven eyes.

They all grow old. Boring.

So I brought my research farther. I started by reversing the muscles in my legs. Success.

I cut open my face and replaced my eye with an animals, success, reversed it back, success.

Then, I decided to become a meister. Get a nice weapon to experiment on… Weapons always fascinated me… The ability to change your form by choice…

Interesting…

So I found one. My first experiment on a sythe…

We worked together for several years. Scars… Is that what he calls them?

I call them marks of improvement.

Of course I could never get him to believe that…

Nobody believes me anymore.

So he left. What was I to experiment on now?

Myself.

I decided to give myself my own ability much like the weapons.

I decided to create a way for me to adjust my wavelength to match everyone else's.

A stick through my heart?

No.

A screw through my brain…

Success.

I now have a screw through my head to prove it.

I don't understand normality. It doesn't have a place in my mind.

Experimentation, creation, renovation. That is what I live for.

Animals. Humans. Weapons.

Myself.

And it doesn't stop there.

I will live for that, and only that. Well, I try my best to fit 'normal' whatever normal is.

Life is such a fickle fragile thing.

One day it will break.

Better bend it while I can.