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the good doctor
A short story exerpt
The lights lazily blinked on, then off, a man stood mask hiding his intentions. But the heat from the candle, swaying from his breath, warmed his face. The puppet laid sleepily draped over his hand no life moving it. With sudden ferociousness he twisted the strings taunt, in unison the cold body laying next to him rose to its feet. The corpse, blind and bloody, stood grimacing in death as limp as the doll. As the masked man wrenched the strings of the doll the body mocked, a gruesome puppet to his will. The man chuckled he couldn't help it, the doll and body danced with so much pleasure. A creak near the door the third board from the door, someone was coming. In a blaze of fire and noise, uniformed in blue, men poured in through the door. Through the confusion he saw him a man who once saved him, or tried to, the white glinted blindingly against the sea of blue, he remembered The Good Doctor. In a rage the masked man ran towards the window, swaying through the jungle of strings and dolls. However his own dolls hand him over to his pursuers he tangled and caught the strings his arms and legs twisted between them. The masked man exposed the gleaming blade and hacked the strings. The shouting of the men in blue stopped and their screaming began. Blood soaked their uniforms and the masked man continued his gruesome dance the blade hummed to a ghastly music. The laughter and blood, screams and melodies, were silenced by a shot. The masked man's grisly smile faded as he stood in shock The Good Doctor stood holding the gun, indolently spewing smoke, the mans blood bathed the Doctors face. The man revealed his face grinning in anguish.
"The man who brought me to new life ends it, a sight even Frankenstein would ridicule!"
Three more shots rang out, and the man fell, holding a doll close to his heart. A gust of wind and the candle went out.
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