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Schneeplestein's Monster

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"Shut up, Nurse! I'm a doctor. I know what's best." Dr. Iplier threw a roll of suture tape at the more skittish doctor beside him. Dr. Schneeplestein dodged the projectile and glared at the other doctor. How dare he call the Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestein a nurse? He refused to be called anything less than a doctor. He was a doctor and he was going to prove it.

Of course, Dr. Iplier was more experienced than him. He'd only been a doctor for around a year. Dr. Iplier had four years on him. That didn't matter to him though. He stepped up to the containment capsule they'd been assigned to working on. The patient–a pale, green haired young man–lie motionless inside. Schneeplestein looked up to his associate who was slumped over the glass, rubbing his temples. He was muttering different ideas and observations aloud to himself, trying to work out the best way to save this patient.

Why they even bothered pouring so much effort into this single patient confused schneeplestein. It was one person. Dr. Iplier was borderline pulling his hairs out by the root, he was so stressed. "Vat is zhe plan, doctah?"

Dr. Iplier looked up at him resentingly. His hair was a mess, drenched in sweat and ruffled from anxiety. He didn't perform well under stress and was angry. Not a good mix. Dr. Schneeplestein took a step back, waiting for Dr. Iplier to scream. Just as he opened his mouth, the all too familiar ringing echoed over the room. The patient had just died. They'd spent all this time arguing and doing trial-and-error work for nothing. It didn't matter now.

Dr. Iplier's face fell. He looked down at the patient who lies limply on the table beneath the glass. "We could've saved him. We couLD HAVE SAVED HIM." Dr. Iplier shouted, slamming his hands down on the glass in rage. Dr. Schneeplestein watched as the other doctor mourned his failure, storming out of the operation room.

Once he was sure Dr. Iplier was gone, Dr. Schneeplestein ran to the door and bolted it shut. He yanked on it a few times to ensure no one would be able to get in or out. Perfect. He turned back to the containment capsule. He had a plan. He'd lost too many patients in his time. He wasn't going to give up on this one. He felt in his pocket for a vial. His fingers grazed the smooth glossy vial. With a sigh of relief, he pulled it from his pocket.

Inside was a darkly colored liquid that faded in and out of its green and red hues. Dr. Schneeplestein had been working for months to perfect a serum such as the one he held in his hand. It would be powerful enough to bring a human back to full health. Even if they were long since dead. He stood over the patient's table, tapping his fingers against the vial gently.

"Guten Abend', Mistehr McLoughleen... Today ve vill be attempteeng to bring you back from zhe dead. Are you ready, sir? No? Zhat is not important. Ve shall begin zhe procedure." Dr. Schneeplestein cleared his throat, getting up the courage to pour the fluid into his IV solution.

With a deep breath, he poured the colored liquid into a syringe. He looked to the patient as he injected the liquid into the clear IV solution. Their pale complexion looked as white as paper now, making their green hair stand out more than before. Dr. Schneeplestein's eyes followed the color as it swirled through the tube and into the patient's arm. As soon as it entered their bloodstream, the patient's veins began to glow in an alien green aura.

That was odd. Doctor Schneeplestein had not expected that. He found a notecard and wrote his observations as they came up. He watched as the green aura spread throughout the man's body, mapping out his circulatory system. The most intriguing part was when it reached his heart. An entire patch of his chest glowed with the green aura. The doctor thought he imagined the heart beginning to beat. After he rubbed his eyes, he was surprised that he still saw it beating.

"Could eet be? Have I done eet? Yes! eet iz true! I've brought him back!" The doctor began to celebrate. He tore off his surgical mask and threw it aside. He scribbled out his last observation on the notecard before going to pin it on the bulletin board behind him.

Something shattered behind him, the force sending him flying into the wall. He slumped to the floor, shocked. The bulletin board came loose and he shoved away from the wall just in time to avoid a shower of thumb tacks. He looked back over his shoulder to see a completely destroyed containment capsule. On the other side of the destroyed capsule stood the man.

His veins were no longer green and glowing. Now, rather than glowing, the man glitched. Sections of his body fading, shifting, or chunking off and tremoring violently. Dr. Schneeplestein got to his feet slowly, brushing himself off. His glasses had fallen off his face when he fell but there was no point in wearing them now. He didn't need glasses to see what he had created.

"Mistehr McLoughleen? You are liveeng? Can you ezen hear me?" The doctor took a step forward. Mr. McLoughlin's shoulders tensed.

"I am." His voice was shrill and cracked. It sounded as if it had been cut together from several recordings. "You are a fool, doctor. But thank you. I am here now."

He turned around to face Dr. Schneeplestein now. A wide, devious grin spread across his face, his eyes watching the doctor's every move. Rather than his regular blue eyes, one was a septic green color with a blue iris and nothing more. It was disturbing.

Dr. Schneeplestein shivered. This was not his patient. This was something else entirely. "Vat have I created?"

"A monster."