Mr. Zeppeli was a precise and proficient doctor. When Speedwagon's battered and bloody body was brought he didn't spare a second and immediately set to work.
It was his persistence and patience even hours since the start of the tiresome surgery that allowed him to successfully complete the surgery and save Speedwagon's life.
Mr. Zeppeli was a good man with a noble heart. On top of the upped security he even strap his foolish patient onto the bed as a precaution. He worked hours on saving the imbeciles life, he wouldn't let his patient die within hours of surgery if he could help it. ×××
William reached home late into the night. Everyone else had already slept. He wished they had more time to spend as a family but his work was too important. How could he refuse the chance to save a life?
It was the aid of a doctor in a passing that saved his life and many other when the boat they were on plunged into the water. The boat was defected, it was by sheer luck that it lasted till they were on their way back. Since then it had been his ambition to become a doctor and save lives and that desire still burns within him.
Silently closing the door behind him he went into the storage room. He flicked on the yellow lights and ran his fingers over the bottles. It had been rather stressful and hectic in the hospital lately and he could definitely use the drink. He grabbed a hold of his favourite bottle, and went to grab his wine glass. ××
Dio always had a way with words. To rile one up like a bull sighting red or feed honey to turn one putty in his hands, he could manipulate another with ease. He picked it up in the dirty crammed alleyways of his early childhood. It was all he knew, his first weapon, until his father's unfortunate demise.
He always felt pride in the abilities that he worked hard to gain mastery over especially when it crushed his foes. As much as he loved to physically crush his enemies it left far too much evidence and issues. The mind however was so much easier and hidden. Just a string of the right words in a hushed whisper could change everything. It was empowering, easy and oh how he revelled in it.
It was simple to find someone to willingly offer their help to his cause with Dio's skills. The fact that his target was hard to miss and had stained hands certainly helped fasten the process but he seemed to have chosen the wrong person. The fool hadn't ended that vermin and now it is a problem. A problem he intends to solve immediately. ×
The newspaper always brought bad news atleast the vast majority of the time. Today was no different various degrees of theft, gossips and murder.
A kidnapping here some backstabbing there.
A bar turned to Swiss cheese along with the patrons.
A few unfortunate souls crushed beneath a collapsed mine.
A doctor found dead beside a wine glass.
Just everyday mundane things printed on page after page.
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