Thanks for all views guys :P. And I'm going to try and keep the OC's to a limit of 3. Most other characters I make up only appear for the chapter and aren't important at all. Also just imagine the doctor's voice as Richtofen from Call of Duty Zombies. He is also heavily influenced by him.

Ihsoyedih stared at the body watching its chest rise and fall. It was barely breathing. Its eyes were gone and were replaced with gaping holes that went through his head. Blood steamed from the two holes, making it look like it had been crying. Every aspect of the body was mauled and battered. The outfit was tattered with scraps and bullets, as well as its body. A whole part of the costume's side was completely open. The flesh there was red and veiny.

The torture the kid must have been through would be unimaginable. And to think a kid so young had lived through it. Ihso dropped his shovel as he snapped out of his trance. The kid would need extreme medical care. And lots and lots of surgery. He grabbed his arms and started to pull him out of his shallow grave. A trail of blood followed the body as it was dragged. The same haunting facial expression remained on the body. Ihso's grunting was overshadowed by the sounds of his neighborhood. Sounds of gang gunfire, police sirens and voices of old men huddled by a garbage fire could be heard nearby, all of them drowning out his grunts as he dragged the body.

This was dangerous. If he was seen with the body he would be reported. There was no honor among thieves was the saying. And that could be applied to his neighbors. They wouldn't hesitate to call the police on him. Especially with the Kira killer running around. Rumor was that he killed criminals and only needed to see them. Lots of people had been ratted out in deals to erase the informant's record completely. Whole gangs and criminal empires had toppled overnight. Crime had been cut in half. Some organized crime networks still existed. Mostly mob activity and the deep underground circuit. Some independent dealers like him stayed out because clients had a low chance of ratting them out. And if they were caught they would be given a fine. The police had bigger fish to fry and therefor wouldn't publish anything about them. And to boot Kira had unknowingly raised a cult, called The Stroke.

The Stroke killed the underground people Kira couldn't get to. They were extremely violent and tended to torture their victims. They operated like gangs and hunted in packs. It was even said parts of the police force were filled with them. They slowly gained power along with Kira's rise. They had taken over former gang hideouts, weapons and all. Few police would stand up to them. Due to the sheer count in members. And they had been seen in his neighborhood.

But if he found with a body he was screwed. His face would be broadcasted on TV for Kira to see. The sound of a rusty metal backdoor opening and being banged shut came from the house to his right. Ihso froze. He slowly reached for his gun. If need be he could kill the witness. The only thing was he hadn't killed before. The sound of a lighter being turned on echoed to his ears. He heard his neighbor take in a puff of smoke. Next grass being crunched was heard. Ihso now had his gun fully out and aimed at the yard, ready to fire. His hands were trembling. As soon as he saw the head he'd shoot. No one could see him.

He saw a dark figure's head peer over the fence. He closed his eyed and fired. The sound mixed with all the others around it. But to him it echoed over and over in his mind. He opened his eyed to see a man looking at him, without a bullet in his head. His eyes were wide in horror. He raised his arms and slowly backed away. Ihso tried to aim at him but the man turned and ran into his house.

Recomposing himself quickly, Ihso hopped the fence and rushed to the backdoor. Banging on the door. He couldn't be caught like this. He didn't want to die yet. At least not like this. He had so much to live for.

"Leave me alone! I want tell anyone I swear!" The frantic man tried to reason with Ihso. He ignored him. There couldn't be any lose ends like this. Not with something as bad as being seen with a body. It was certain death. He continued to bang on the door becoming more and more rapid and violent. "Please! Please! Leave me alone!" Ihso ignored him again and began to slam himself into the door.

"Please! Please! Leave me alone!" He called it out again trying to buy time. He opened the drawer at the other end of the house. Inside was a black silenced pistol. The man smiled. If he could injure his neighbor he could play with him in the doll house. Where he played with all of his other "Kids". He loaded the gun with the poisoned bullets. He turned to the door with a smile that haunted children's dreams. His last child hadn't lasted long.

The door was slowly getting bent out of shape. The plastic door would break or fall down within a matter of seconds. It only needed a few more rams. Three whisp like sounds came from inside the house. Was he contacting the police! He rammed the door down. And he stopped breathing. Not only was there a gun in the man's hand. But he was laying on the floor covered in his own vomit. Laying there. Dead. From a heart attack. Was someone in the house? Was the man's wife here? Was Kira here?

Ihso couldn't bring himself to move. Was he here? Was Kira looking at him smiling right now? Waiting to kill him. The air was cold. All noise from the outside was washed away by the screeching silence of the house. A creek wash heard to his left and he opened fire. He was screaming. Screaming for his life. Screaming to live.

Click. Click Click.

The gun was out. And his voice was gone. The house remained silent. Something hit the floor. He flinched waiting for to die.

….

….

It never came. The lights went on and what he saw made him laugh. Not because it was funny but because he had wet himself. And that he was alive. He had opened fire at a coffee table, dresser and TV. Each littered with bullets from his extended mag pistol. He fell to the floor as he laughed and tears came from his eyes. He must have hit the light switch and caused the short circuit, that's what turned the lights on. His adrenaline faded as he continued to cry. All those emotions he had just moments ago, were for nothing. He felt stupid. The old man must've just had a heart attack. Wiping his eyes, stood up and went back outside to his yard.

It was a lot quieter than before. The old men by the fire must have left due to the gunshots being so close to them, wherever they were. Sighing he picked up the kid gently, trying not hurt him anymore than he had been. Ihso made his way to the body and into the house and placed him on the couch. Putting pillows under his head so the kid wouldn't wake up with any more pain. Ihso went to rub his eyes from a long day, but stopped suddenly when he saw blood on them. The kid must still be bleeding. He left to get some bandages and quickly patched up all major cuts and placed a moist towel on the kid's eyes.

He got his phone from his cargo pants pocket and dialed a number only to be used in emergencies. Not the police but an underground doctor known for saving many low life-expectancy patients. He couldn't call the police anyways because he was somewhat wanted for being a drug dealer. The sadistic doctor would cost a lot but his help was needed to keep this world from losing another innocent human. The other line finally picked up.

A quirky German voice picked up. Ihso could speak fluent English but this guy was still hard to understand "MARKO GET ME ZE DAM TWEZERS. Yes this is ze doctor how may I help you?" The sound of flesh being cut was heard in the background. Followed by some screaming. "SHUT UP IM HELPING!"

"Yea um I need your help as soon as possible. I got a kid around 20 maybe 18. Both of his eyes have been gouged out and his wounds go all the way through to the back of his head. He also has cuts and bruising all over his body. Do you think you can make it tonight? The kids barely breathing as he is and I think he's lost lots of blood."

"Oooooooh how interesting. And how did ze young man receive these brutal injuries?"

"I don't know I just found him in the backyard. So when will you be here by?"

"That depends on a lot of things darling. But probably tomorrow or ze day after. I'll call you tomorrow or whenever I'm coming to see where you are."

"Alright bye." The phone went dead. "Sick bastard." There was nothing more he could do to help the young man. He'd set up a cot on the floor by the couch so he could be there if the kid woke up. Hopefully it wasn't a coma or anything. After an hour or so he fell asleep in the living room sleeping in a chair instead of the old shot cot with springs sticking out. He wasn't asleep for long until he heard some rummaging around.

"Ah what a disappointment that such a young and beautiful man should suffer so much." Ihso opened his eyes to see the doctor examining the young man. The doctor lifted the wet towel as Ihso sat up.

"I thought you said you weren't coming till tomorrow."

"Oh I simply couldn't wait to see this interesting child! Ze temptation was too much to wait for."

"Ok but how the hell did you find where I was and how did you get in?"

The doctor ignored him and continued with his own dealing. "You said this man had lost his eyes, yes?"

Bewildered as to why the doctor would be asking such a stupid question. "Yes why?"

Clicking his tongue "This is strange indeed. It appears he has gotten his eyes back."

"WHAT how is that even possible?" Ihso rushed over to the boy and he did indeed have his eyes back. They were a faint grey almost see through. He looked over the boy to see if anything else had changed. Many of the small scratches had healed as well but some of the larger ones remained.

"It appears our friend here has the unique ability to heal himself nearly 1000 times faster than a human. If you would please move." Ihso moved to the side allowing the doctor to take a blood sample. "It will take a few days to find out what makes ze young man tick. Now for ze remaining gashes he will need surgery. Do you have a table I could work on?"

Widening his eyes Ihso nodded. He pointed to the next room where his dining room table was. "Now do you have ze funds for this my lad?"

"I have around 2k in my safe upstairs would that be enough?"

"No no child I don't require money to help this young beauty. Now put the young man here." Ihso grabbed the child and placed him on the table. The doctor opened a silver case with surgery tools inside it.

"Then what do you want in payment?" Ihso stepped back as the doctor began stitching a gash on the child's leg.

"I want a date with him of course when ze young man wakes up." Ihso started to respond when the doctor cut him off. "I am very aware of the fact that this young man might be straight but even so." The doctor finished the stitch. "His skin almost seems to be resisting the needle, like the skin is thicker than usual." The wound healed instantly due to the help of the stitches.

The boy's whole body shook violently in what seemed to be a seizure. "HOLD HIM DOWN NOW." Ihso and the doctor held down the boy as he shock violently. Finally the seizure stopped "It seems ze boy's seizure occurs upon healing." The doctor reached for something in his case. A power drill and some restraints. "Here we should restrain him. If ze young man has super healing who is to say he is not super strong. Or that he is friendly for that matter. Here help me put this around his wrists and ankles. Ihso drilled the screws as the doctor held the restraints in place. "It seems even more of his injuries have healed. He no longer requires any surgery but I should stick with you to observe his progress."

"Do you wanna see where I found him?" Ihso pointed a thumb behind his back to the door. The doctor gave no verbal response and walked toward the door. The rain having stopped only hours before left the ground wet. The doctor looked to the ground to see one set of footprints leading to a grave and coming back toward the house. He followed them to the grave with Ihso in tow. The doctor observed the grave. "This is where I found the kid. I heard a noise when I got home and poof there he was." The doctor ignored him and lifted up the thing layering of plastic that would've been beneath the boy in his grave. There a mask was slightly covered in the dirt. "What the hell is that?" The doctor ignored him again and picked up the mask as he dusted it off.

"I believe we have our first clue to finding out this man's origins maybe ever his occupation. Now tell me, what do you think this clue is?"

"He was a bank robber maybe?" The doctor slapped the man's head.

"No it is too original. This was made by a professional. The police could easily find out who bought it through something as simple as paperwork. This child could have been an art major perhaps?"

"I don't know doc but I still think my bank robber theory works. The kid could've just made the mask himself."

"True true. Well whatever it was it got him beaten savagely. Do you know anyone who could possible find out this young man's identity?" Ihso thought for a second. He could ask his boss for a favor, no that couldn't work he already owed too many. Possible the police guy? No he had to save that for dyer emergencies. Ihso shook his head. "Oh well, we may just have to ask the boy when he awakens." The two headed back inside talking.

"What do we do now? Do we just wait? Do you even know when he'll wake up?"

"No I don't sadly. He is too special of a case. However do you have anything to feed the young boy? Perhaps coffee? It will help keep the risk of infection down and help those other cuts heal even faster."

"Yes I do in fact, I just got some today. Let me run back to my car to get it." Ihso left the doctor with the boy. The doctor pulled up a chair and sat down next to the boy. The fact that this boy was still alive was a miracle. To have been stabbed in the brain twice and then have almost all injuries heal was impossible for a human. The thought of this child not being human nagged at the back of his mind. He wasn't very superstitious but he did believe some things.

As the doctor was in his own mind he failed to notice the boy's hair turning black at his roots. Ihso quickly through the room towards the kitchen to set up the coffee. As he was setting it up he called toward the doctor. "I forgot to ask but how did he get the white hair. Don't old people get white hair?"

The doctor was awoken from his thought. "Yes but with severe and total stress ones hair can turn a sickly white." The doctor looked at his hair again, it had turned black. How weird maybe it was healing itself? He then looked toward the nails of his hands. "And black nails if you were wondering are so because they have gotten blood underneath them. Probably from being ripped off multiple times. Maybe ze poor child was tortured?"

Ihso entered the room with three cups of coffee. "I don't have any cream or sugar left so I hope you like black coffee." The doctor accepted the coffee and took a sip. "Should we give it to him now or later?" The doctor put his coffee down and grabbed the other from Ihso. He tilted the child's head up and poured the coffee into his already wide open mouth. "Now it is. Say doc I never really got your name. Mine is Ihso."

The doctor took another sip from his coffee again. "My name is Uuhs, Doctor Uuhs to you." The boy's body began to move. And his eyes shoot open as he sniffed the air. His head turned eerily slow with wide and sadistic grin plastered over his whole face. His one eye had turned black with red irises. He stared the two down.

"FOOD."

I'm going to be a butt and leave it on a cliff hanger. So yeah after having to heal that much I think his energy or RC reserves would be really low. Almost like Rize. Where in the manga, after she was rescued, she was basically insane from healing because of all the surgery and not getting enough food. And we already know Kaneki didn't eat a lot so this would basically drain him of everything he had. I wonder how the Doctor and Ihso will be able to find out his particular diet. And how they will take the news. Maybe the Doctor will have something up his sleeve to help out Kaneki. I'm probably going to get Light Y. and everyone one into the story next chapter.