Lucas

Oh, just your average kid working on his medical skills.

Just be careful not to stumble into his path.

AN: You can shoot me for this chapter taking forever to appear.

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Ever since he could remember, Lucas had an unhealthy obsession with the macabre. He had many hobbies associated with this ‘obsession’ such as; dissecting still alive animals just to see their blood fly, or torturing whatever beings he stumbled upon. But his favorite hobby was burying his ‘friends’ or the local neighborhood kids, alive. He’d trick them into playing a game of ‘Doctor’. It wasn’t the normal game the kids knew about, for Lucas put his own deathly twist on it. He’d use their bodies to practice his medical skills, telling them he wanted to become a doctor when he was older, and needed to starting practicing young. They always believed him, being the naive fools that they were, and never, ever, complained. For how could they? When Lucas took the careful precaution of taping their mouths shut, and binding them down tightly.

Funny thing was, Lucas never, ever got caught. Of course they noticed their missing children, but the police couldn’t ever find any evidence. It was as if they simply vanished.

Gone in a poof.

Was what the police said. Which was true, but instead of being gone in a poof, they were rotting six feet under.

Lucas hid his operations very well, and he knew he’d be able to feign innocence quite well if and whenever any questions were to be asked. That would work perfectly. ‘Guilt’ wasn’t a word Lucas was used to; he hardly even knew the meaning of it.

But on this particular day, Lucas was having a bit of trouble hiding his evidence. He had come upon the problem of having to find another yard to burying his dearly beloved friends in, as his was starting to become a little full, and quite frankly, starting to smell quite badly. The slight body parts sticking out or the smell of the rotting corpses would surely point out that Lucas was the cause of all the disappearing children. And he didn’t want that.

“I can’t hide them in the graveyard...It’s too far away from my house, and it’d be suspicious seeing someone dragging bodies into the graveyard...” Lucas muttered, as he scratched his chin and looked around his backyard. You see, Lucas was an only child, an only child who lost his parents at a very young age and was forced to raise himself in the old mansion his parents left him. People assumed Lucas died right along with his parents, so they never bothered to check on the house or even check if anyone was still alive in that house.

And that’s just what Lucas needed; he needed the cover of people’s naivety to hide his obsessions, and crimes. But in Lucas’s mind, what he did weren’t crimes, they were just games that had gone wrong, or punishments when his ‘patient’ didn’t do as he asked.

“Hey Mister!” Lucas turned sharply at the sound of the voice, his heart ringing wildly in his chest, and gave a sigh when the voice belonged to a child. A small child he was, just about nine or ten, with a bright appearance and an even brighter smile. Lucas smirked on the inside, and beckoned the child over with a crooked finger.

The child practically skipped over to Lucas, and he could already tell this child was a naïve one, with not very much common sense. The average person would have turned quickly at Lucas’s eerie appearance, and devilish smirk, but this child was different, and that is what made him a fool. A fool that Lucas would be sure to show the harsh cold reality to, he’d have no problem with it.

“What brings a child like you over to my humble home?” He asked, hiding his blood stained hands behind his back calmly. The child smiled up at him, swaying a bit.

“I just wanted to play; my mommy said I should go out and meet some of the neighbors.” Lucas nodded, a slow and careful movement, and gave the child a smile, one that was supposed to be kind, but it looked terribly creepy on Lucas’s thin face. But, if the child was scared by it, he showed no signs of it.

“Play, you say? I could play with you, kid.” Lucas almost purred out, his fingers twitching with excitement behind his back. The child’s smile grew, and he began to jump up and down with happiness.

“Oh I’d like that very much, Mister!” Lucas hummed happily, smirking slyly and curling his fingers over the boy’s shoulders.

“Just call me Dr. Lucas…” He hushed, leading the child over the shed where he performed all his operations.

“My name is Alan.” The child answered, turning his up towards Lucas and letting the older male lead him to the shed. Alan seemed not to notice the blood stains marring the shed, nor the dangerous smell the flowed from it, or the fact that the shed looked to be the type of place you don’t want to go in at all, not if you valued your life.

“Alan’s a nice name.” Lucas commented, not paying full attention to Alan’s words, but rather the boy’s body. It looked to be the type of body that broke easily, and wouldn’t be too hard to tear open, but he couldn’t be sure, and Lucas’s fingers began twitching again. They longed to hold that scalpel again, and bite deep into innocent flesh, spilling blood over like it was a holy river.

Alan bobbed his head up and down, much like a daisy that couldn’t stop flopping over. “That was my Grandfather’s name, and since he died the week before I was born, that is what my mommy named me...” He continued to ramble on about details Lucas cared naught about, but just for the sake of keeping the boy’s attention away from how deadly the shed was, he nodded his head and asked pointless question.

They reached the shed in no time after that, and Lucas opened the door slowly, so that it creaked loudly and sent shivers up Alan’s spine. The boy look as if he was starting to catch on to what was happening, as he backed away from the older male and frightened tears starting to burn his cheeks. Lucas, aced at the ‘skill’ of catching frightened children, pulled him back quickly, shoving the boy through the door and followed after, double locking the door.

Alan whimpered all traces of his previous happiness and naivety gone, replaced by fear and knowing. Lucas smirked, the shadows wrapped around his face making it look like a wide Cheshire smile, and that sent more chills up Alan’s poor spine.

“Wh-hat to yo-you plan o-on do-ing..” The boys words shook horribly, as he started walking backwards only to be stopped by something pressing into his back. He turned his head slightly, and saw it was a heavily blood stained operating table. His eyes widen with absolute horror, and he opened his mouth to scream, when a large gloved hand pressed over his mouth.

“Shut up, I am not going to get caught because of some brat who can’t keep his mouth shut.” Lucas sneered, his fingers digging into Alan’s cheek and making more tears spring out of the boy’s eyes. He drug Alan, standing behind the boy with his hand still pressed roughly against the boy’s mouth, to a tall cabinet. Lucas’s free hand pulled open the door, and grabbed the roll of duct tape sitting loyally on the self. Lucas grinned madly, letting the tape fall like a silver bracelet down his thin arm, and pulled Alan’s head to look up at him, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh.

“Make any sort of noise, and I will kill you right now. Understand?” Alan gave a rushed nod, his bright green eyes wide, round, and shaky. Lucas smirked, his calm brown, almost black, eyes looking back down at him, and carefully removed his hand.

Alan was too frightened to make any sort of sound, and his heart felt as it was stuck in his throat. Lucas nodded, pulling the tape-bracelet off his arm, and taking off a rather long piece. He pressed the wonderful silver tape across the boy’s mouth, his mouth now forbidden to utter any pathetic words or any give away screams.

“That’s better. Now, would you fancy playing a game, Alan?” The way the older male said his name sent even more chills racing up his spine, and he gave a faint whimper, trying to squirm out of Lucas’s grip. It was in vain, as Lucas put a tighter hold on Alan, and began to lift up the smaller boy, laying him none to gently on the operating table.

As Lucas laid on the black leather straps that would hold Alan down, he gave that same creepy kind smile, a dangerous look lurking in his eyes. “This game is called ‘Doctor’, Alan. I’m sure you heard of it?” He gave the boy no time to nod his head or anything of the sort, as he tightened the straps, causing the boy whimper again, from pain, and patted the boy’s sandy capped head. “But, this game is different from the one you heard about.” He moved away from the boy, and strolled towards the same cabinet where he got the tape, opening it and pulling out a sturdy black case. It looked just like an old fashioned doctor’s case, and that is just what it was. Dozens of medical tools resided within it, all waiting to be held by Lucas’s practiced fingers.

“This game is much more dangerous and bloodier than that child’s game, and involves these.” Lucas opened up the case eagerly, and flashing the opening towards Alan, smirking slyly when the boy’s eyes doubled in size and he squirmed even more. Tears sprang out of his eyes, and he screamed dully behind the tape, his body completely shaking in terror.

“Oh, you seem excited, Alan.” Lucas purred, creeping towards said boy and pressing a scalpel he dug out from the bag upon Alan’s chest, digging in into the boy’s skin none too lightly. Alan twisted his body with pain, a low whimper escaping his throat. Lucas pressed the instrument more in, pushing it in slowly to bring on more pain, and started to draw a fine line down the boy’s chest and towards his stomach. More tears sprang out; staining the boy’s cheeks and the whimpers began to sound louder, sounding almost like a dog that was to be beat severely. But Lucas gave Alan no pity; he merely smiled slyly at his suffering, bringing the knife off of the boy’s flesh and laying it upon the surprisingly clean small table beside the operating table.

“Now, we move on to something more..fun.” Lucas smirked widely, his hands clumsy with excitement as he reached for two hooked claw like instruments. Alan’s eyes doubled in his size when he saw the instruments, and he struggled even more, like a trapped animal that saw its death coming fast upon it. Lucas paid no heed to the boy’s struggles, not caring one bit as he was completely focused with splitting Alan’s skin apart. He brought both hooked claws none too gently upon the boy’s pervious long drawn cut, and attached them onto either side of the wound, pulling the skin slowly apart. More screams from the boy’s dry throat and muffled mouth, more tears splashing down his face, and his body jolting with spasms of pain. With each pull, more skin was spilt and Lucas’s creepy smile widened, to the point where it almost seemed like his face would be spilt along with Alan’s skin.

The hooked claws dragged on, stopping when they reached the boy’s navel, and roughly pulled up, taking even more flesh with them. The boy’s body was limp, but still alive, as small whimpers escaped and his eyes wouldn’t stop fluttering open and close. Lucas shook his head, giving the boy an almost gentle pat upon the head.

“Congratulations, you made it longer than the others.” His only response was Alan squeezing his eyes shut, and moaning in pain.

“I think you deserve a prize.” Lucas smirked, reaching once more for another object he loved to use, and turned it on. The loud hum that sounded like a million bees swarming in and out of his ears caused Alan to open his eyes again, and they stayed open in absolute horror. In the other’s male hands, laid a large, sharp saw that was made just for the act of slicing apart bone.

Lucas grinned deviously as Alan’s expression, and crept closer to the boy, laughing madly when the boy began to squirm again, not noticing that he was only stretching his open wound even further. All the boy could do was squirm and choke himself with the sobs that he couldn’t get out as Lucas crept towards him, like a predator stalking its prey. A muffled scream sounded from the prey as the predator laid its saw upon the boy’s soft left leg. He began to move it, in a steady beat of an up and down motion, slowly at first but gradually he gained speed. Alan whimpered, louder, as more tears surrounded his face, and his body jolted with pain. Each time Lucas dug more into the boy’s leg, Alan screamed dully and tried to worm out of the straps.

But it was all in vain, of course.

Lucas paid not a single ounce of attention to the boy’s actions, too focused on cutting deep into the boy’s bone, and severing it completely from the boy’s body. As he broke the last layer of muscle, and he began to cut through the bone, Alan’s body turned limp and unresponsive.

With a light shrug, Lucas scoffed and still cut through the bone, and with no more than a bit of pressure, Lucas sliced through the bone, grinning at all the blood that spilled out, pooling around the boy, and dripping loudly off the table.

“Time to get up, sleeping beauty!” Lucas struck a blow to the boy’s head with the butt of the saw, causing Alan to gasp and his whole body to shake with tremors of pain. Lucas grinned, and laid his bloodied hand upon the boy’s cheek sweetly. “Now, you were a good boy but I’m sorry, dear, you have to go to your new home now.” His words were candy coated, and caused Alan’s eyes to gleam with tears, but not tears of joy and happiness, they were tears of fright and of unholy pain.

Without warning, Lucas ripped the duct off Alan’s mouth, taking skin off along it. Alan opened his mouth to scream, but Lucas’s hand was quicker, and as soon as Alan’s mouth opened slightly, a hand covered his mouth. He squirmed, attempting to rid his mouth of the hand that covered it, but his body was swollen with pain and suffering, and he couldn’t do much without hurt racking up his body. So he was forced to follow Lucas’s actions, tears still flooding his eyes ever so.

Lucas began to remove the straps that held Alan down, and Alan’s heart gave a slight jump of happiness, thoughts of escape rushing through his mind. But as if Lucas could read the boy’s mind, he smirked, and grabbed the rope that was coiled in a neat pile on the floor with his free hand.

“Did you really think you could escape, Alan? You’re such a silly child.” Lucas shook his head, shaking his finger in a scolding manner, and removed his hand for a split second, replacing it with a dirty rag, which was stuffed into the boy’s mouth like he was Thanksgiving turkey, and held in place by the rope wrapped around his head. Lucas then worked on tying rope tightly around the boy’s torso, and pinned his arms down to his sides. Alan’s eyes began to flutter, the once bright light that claimed his eyes dulling and falling down to black. He felt death begin to claim his heart, and he saw death’s smirking face flash before his eyes. He gave no reaction with Lucas tightened the ropes roughly, the material digging into his skin, and he gave the smallest of moans when Lucas picked up his body not at all lightly.

Lucas noticed all of this, and a scowl pulled at his features, the fun beginning to wear off quickly.

“Perhaps I was wrong about you, Alan, you won’t last longer than the others. How boring.” Lucas commented, stepping out of the shed, and towards a place that was special to him. The place where he buried his parents underneath a nice cherry tree. But, the cherry tree didn’t blossom anymore; it was dead and possessed the beauty of every other crooked naked tree.

Lucas just thought it was fitting that he’d bury the boy here, as during his game he got a soft spot for the boy.

A grave was already dug, as if Lucas had this planned all along, and he smiled, looking down upon Alan. Life was surely flowing out of him, it was obvious by how the boy struggled to keep his eyes open, and his body could not move anymore. Lucas almost felt sorry for what he brought upon the boy, almost.

With a short sigh, he bent down, lightly laying the boy down in the hole in the ground. He stood up, waving at the boy, and grabbed the shovel nearby. It was then that Alan began to whimper, his eyes looking pleadingly up at Lucas, and he squirmed around like a worm. Lucas pretended not to notice the boy, as he began to scoop dirt into the hole, whistling the whole time.

Soon Alan was silenced forever, and Lucas had once again successful sharpened his medical skills.

Now, he needed to find another patient, so this time he could get into a medical school.

Because everyone knows, they have the best patients at hospitals and Lucas was sure he could show them all just how much he knew.