I added a part of my next chapter in this because i want to get feed back from you on if you like where it is going, and if not ill change it. :)
Victor calms himself, "Frank?" he asks, Frank jerks his head upwards and twists it around with his glasses glaring like as if he was fresh out of a horror film.
"nyeeeeeeeees?"
"you cant seriously take pleasure out of this do you? I mean who really takes pleasure from other peoples pain?"
"oh no my dear boy, i dont take any pleasure at all in what i do, infact everytime a subject passes im in mourn." Frank looks at Victor with such sincerity that Victor cant help but feel sorry for him, "maybe he just needs help, maybe he has been alone all this time and the only contact he could get with people was through torture" Victor thought to himself, you could slowly see Victors face go from a seriouse intence glare to sorrow and empathy.
Frank looks confused, "why are you sad boy? i think you have it all wrong, i dont mourn them because they are dead."
at this point Vic looks confused "then why?"
"because you see, once someone is dead the tests just arent the same anymore. I mean its all well and good to try and bring the dead to life with certain methods, I did manage to bring a rat back to life once with passing an electric current through certain parts of the brain. I manged to get him talk walk two inches before his head exploded, it was quite the find, but anyway its all well and good to try testing on the dead but live specimens... they just make me drool with want." Frank starts to become more excited hes moving around more franticaly trying to find the correct equipment to torture his new live specimen, he cant wait to dig in.
Vics heart starts to race, his hands become clamy, its happenning again he is having another panic attack, his eyes start darting his breath becomes short he feels like an alien is about to burts out of his chest and among all the madness within that weak body of his he musters up enough strenth to scream two words "YOU MONSTER!" this single scream had enough horror and fear it even made Franks hair stand up.
Frank looked back up at the screaming specimen he was intrigued, this man had managed to hold that one scream for so long almost 100 seconds. He watched as Vic passed out from lack of oxygen, Frank decided that maybe he shouldn't use electro therapy on him he doesn't want to risk damaging those lungs for other tests.
It had been a rainy night when a man passes through police tap like it was just another day at the office, he walks up to a police officer wearing expensive itialian shoes and the most obnoxious (that yells "HEY LOOKS AT ME") money could possibly buy. as he walks up to the police officer he checks his holsterd guns (left one labelled "I'll take" Right labelled "Your Soul") just to be sure, when he arrives he pulls out his wallet with identification " Detective Kid what happened here?" the officer replies with a tone of nervousness in his voice "D-dective Kid sir, we dont really know all we can identify is some blood and an open vehicle belonging to a one Victor Cleason who didn't show up to work this morning."
"and where does he work?"
"why this building right here sir, ."