he created me ᵛᵐᵒⁿ

chapter 1

¤"I created you and therefore you will live to serve me"¤

|part one|

creation

A deep malicious laugh erupted from the grey-haired man as he furiously wrote notes with his right hand which was smeared with dark ink. Simultaneously he was dropping green dots with a pipet into a clear substance using his left hand. The droplets hissing upon bouncing the surface. The old worn wooded desk littered with scraps of paper that hardly seemed legible considering they were half-assed. Formulas and depictions of the human anatomy made up the scientist's messy notes.

In the dimly lit room with a single light over the desk and the scientist hunched over monitoring his work. There were various pipes and glowing substances running through them to a body covered with a white sheet. The green droplets eventually turned the water blue and with an excited sigh the scientist turned a knob and the liquids began flowing into their own separate pipe to the covered corpse. The deceased body, being made of several parts, was a masterpiece.

The liquid moved slowly and the impatient tapping of the black dress shoes on the tiled floor was echoing the room. The blue tinted liquid floated swiftly upon reaching a downward curve flowing effortlessly into the top of the body and into the needle nestled deep in the spine.

The tall man stooped over to the corpse, now a dismembered body part garage. He had picked only the finest items for his creation. The sheet shuddered and the thing underneath twitched. The grey-haired man, Kim Namjoon, shuddered with excitement. They had called him crazy, but he had unlocked the secret of life.

"And now for the big reveal!" the scientist shouted gripping the edge of the sheet and yanking it back in one swift motion. Tossing the pure white sheet aside there lay an abomination of all that has lived. Namjoon let out a shuttering breath. "Beautiful"

The creature suffered and wiggled, eyes twitching behind eyelids; trapped within a nightmare of life. The scientist had tried this with many experiments and none of them seemed to remember anything from their past lives; seeing how they were useless he disposed of them.

But this was the final product. The stitches pulled roughly against their seams as the creation pulled up an arm. The scientist decided to let his thing take it's time to wake up. He wanted it to be perfect. This was a fine specimen and would be the Prince of all modern science when he would reveal this at the National Science Convention. He was going to beat those old bastards that failed to compare to his level.

The eyes of the creature blinked open: once, twice. Before actually seeing. His first view was of a white light of the scientist's flashlight checking his pupil. The person above him roughly held his eyelid back peering at the deep red and pink veins.

The creature could feel the vibrations of the man above him speaking he could see him speaking, but he couldn't hear; it was like being underwater. Everything was muddy and he didn't know why all he knew was that it was wrong. His heart rate increased and his eyes went back and forth looking around the examination room.