Brings of Chaos book one

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"I am an Agent of Chaos, bringer of the Peace. I AM an Agent of Chaos, bring of THE PEACE! I AM AN AGENT OF CHAOS! BRINGER OF THE PEACE!!!! HEAR ME! YOU FUCKED BACKWARDS FUCKS OF SCIENCE! I AM AN AGENT OF CHAOS! I SERVE THE ONE TO RULE OVER THE MADNESS OF MAN!" The man on the monitor ranted and laughed like a mad-man. The whole reason he was there, in the padded room, in a straight-jacket, being monitored.

"What do you think Dr. Wolfhart?" asked the eldest of the Doctors to the youngest, and the one that look totally out of place in her gothic/emo-scene attire. Her Interns stood next to her, one male, one female. The male, a 5' 10" brunette, with a scratchy face, and jade eyes cover with thick rimmed glasses, and well-tone body scribbled on to his clip-board non-stop the whole time, rarely looking up. The female, also brunette but lighter and with natural blonde highlights, compared to her co-intern's red highlights, with big chocolate brown eyes, gripped her clip-broad tightly against her full chest as they waited for her boss's response. Dr. Wolfhart, a tall woman at 6 foot, with her multi-colored hair -black with crimson, electric-blue, silver, and royal purple- wearing chain and spiked covered clothes, like her black button-up with snap-buttons with the image of the fleur-de-lys on each snap-button, and the cross-symbol of chaos in fuzzies on the back of the shirt, and skin-tight black and red tripp pants completed with black combat-boots with cherry-red top-hat wearing skulls-n-cross bones snaps. She removed her gray fedora with its splatter design and it's cross with a skull in the middle and stubs around it, and her silver "Blade"-sunglasses. Her winter-blue eyes that shined in the dimly lit room, and smiled her pearly white teeth, showing her over grow canines, both shined with excitement to work.

"I want him. I want to dissect him. Know what makes him tick." Dr. Wolfhart growled in that human way, deep in her throat as she smiled at the old man, who couldn't help but laugh at the predictability of his old student.

"I'm glad to hear it!" The old Doctor responded. "Since I'm giving him to you. He has no family, or any one to care about him, so do what ever you need or like. But this time, try not to kill him." The Doctor chuckled.

"Thank you, Mitchells-sensei." Dr. Wolfhart said, bowing like a Sebastian from Black Butler, with a wicked grin. "I am greatly honored to have this privilege, Master Mitchells. I shall not disappoint you."

"I know you won't, my dear pupil." Dr. Mitchells chuckled like a cheer old grandfather as he stood up and petted her head. Dr. Wolfhart looked up with loving eyes as she looked up at her mentor. But in truth the older gentleman was more then just her mentor, he was her adoptive parent. He raised her as though she were his own granddaughter, spoiling her while still teaching her how to be a polite, respectful, and a righteous person. Sadly, Dr. Wolfhart was infected with this Chaos Madness that has been spreading more and more in the pass few years. Or maybe it was that people's minds were growing too weak to fight the madness off. But this Chaos Madness was starting to get out of control. Especially with his dear Dr. Wolfhart, there were days where Dr. Wolfhart was lost to the Chaos. A few times it seemed like she wouldn't come back from the edge of madness. But somehow she always came back to him. "I'll have him delivered to you're lab within the next few hours. Or whenever you leave if you want to ride with him." Dr. Mitchells told her as he patted her hand when she leaned it against the counter to watch her prey.

"I'll ride back to the lab with him." Dr. Wolfhart answered with a hungry look. Dr. Mitchells chuckled at her excitement with a nodded. "Megra, Herc, go and see to it the subject is ready with in the hour." Dr. Wolfhart ordered her interns with a sharp look. "I wish to speak to Dr. Mitchells in private." Her interns nodded and walked out with the rest of the board.

"Why in fuck's sake does she insist on calling us Herakules and Megra. I'm not even Greek!" Megra, the female intern huffed in annoyance. Her male counter part looked up, his glasses hiding his beautiful eyes with the glare of the hall lighting, and shrugged as a response. The board chuckled behind them, the Vice Chairman leading them. The VC patted Megra on her shoulder.

"There, there. It's how it has to be. Remember your group can't exist. This work never happens. If the public found out they would no doubt have a fit. You both were hand pick by the Chairman and his daughter... Also Shane just love Greek Mythology." The VC chuckled at Dr. Wolfhart's obsession with mythology. "Honestly, you should be glad she didn't decide on Medea and Jason, since that happens to be her favorite Greek tragedy."

"Really? Why? It ended so horribly." Megra shuddered at the thought of that being someone's favorite. While she agreed Jason abandoning his family like he did was wrong, to kill ones own children to get back at him was something that was too horrific in her mind.

"Why she likes it. The character Medea intrigues her." The VC stated with a shrug as they reach the hallway intersect that they had to separate. "I do wish you luck, Meg, Herc. And please do your best to keep Dr. Wolfhart functional." The VC chuckled, nodding a goodbye and lead the rest of the board to the more business orientated part of the building while Megra and Herc went to do as Dr. Wolfhart had ask.

It was going to be a long night for sure.