The Doctor.

"The end is near..."

In darkness of soul and blackest night
Beauty fails to escape his sight
With wicked scythe and evil grin
Their flesh is his; their screams a din
Lurking among the dead and dying
Beware the Doctor; his lips are lying.

29th August, 12.00pm
I see them.
I hear them all, scurrying and fretting and skittering to the next destination in their schedules, not out of any sense of duty, but of necessity. To feed themselves, and their families.
Me? I am only one drop in an ocean of people. And the ocean won't care if I take one drop, will it?
Just one drop...
As if decreed by fate, I see my victim. She isn't my first, but she is certainly a greater item than the last I had. I see her red hair shimmering in the sunlight, her lithe figure stride across the streets with ease. Truly an item worth having.
She will be mine. Soon.

30th August, 01.37am
I saw her walking home among the lanterns. Safe among the light, but no more as she turned into darkness to head to safety. What she doesn't know is that the darkness is mine.
And I wield it
as a cloak
to keep me hidden.
Slowly, surely, I crept towards her, scythe in hand. My heart thumped in my chest, but I inched closer. Her footsteps tap out a nice rhythm; interrupted by our encounter. She pauses, afraid, indecisive - more than enough time for me to swing my scythe. I looked into her eyes as she died in front of me. I saw dreams, hopes, aspirations and goals that will never be attained or reached. A shame. But she now serves a greater purpose.

30th August, 03.05am
Such exquisite material to work with! She has been as promising as her looks suggest - a bountiful source of flesh and tendons. A shame there aren't more people like her in this swollen city, but I am certain that there are more out there. Their sinews are my rope, and their flesh is my clay to shape and mould into my own beautiful creation.
A frightful mess has been made of the remains - what am I to do with them?

2nd September, 21.27pm
20 tendons
164 fragments of bone for skeletal structure
8 spoonfuls of marrow
1 spines, 6 (single) vertebrae
1 hip
1 skull, still need brain
3.5 liters of blood
Need more sinews

2nd September, 1.57amA beautiful specimen lies silent in the cage - a blonde this time, thankfully muted now that she knows there is no escape. I always wondered by humans do that, why they fight when they know that hope is lost. Baffling.
Unlocking the cage door, I took her by the arm when she tries to charge me, but her blows were faint and her resolve more so. Sighing to myself, I grabbed her head and broke her neck. That snap... goodness, I love that.
She's so fragile. I must remain more calm in the future.

5th September, 11.34am
Rainy day today. Not many people out - they're all indoors, sitting by the fire, laughing, enjoying themselves.
I only wanted her back. Why was she taken from me? What have I done to deserve this?
I do not know - but she will be reunited with me in time. I just need more ingredients.
I need them now.

5th September, 18.05pm
New prey for the harvest.
A sloppy affair - after the first had been dispatched, the second had screamed and screamed. She screamed until I cut her throat, and then she too fell silent. I regret that I was only able to take one of the women before the sirens came and the authorities gathered.
Never mind all though, I guess one is better than none. I was close to being caught; I cannot become so careless.
But she... she is so close to completion. I cannot fail now.

9th September, 20.47pm
The moon is so bright tonight.

She died under its glow. And under its glow will I bring my love back to the realm of the living.
Everything is assembled, and oh how it fits together! She is perfect. A paragon of perfection.
She died too soon. All these deaths, murders, whatever the ignorant will call them, they are all little stepping stones to my ultimate goal. Now, me and my love will be reunited, and no longer will we be torn asunder.

9th September, 00.00am
My God, what have I done?
She is not what I wanted. Her voice is rot, her body a ruined patchwork of skin and red flesh. All of my work, ALL of it, is failure and ash.
I cannot face her. I cannot face anyone anymore.
As I write this, I hear her banging on the walls of the adjacent room. Begging, pleading, screaming - I can't bear to gaze upon her form.

It is time for me to go now.

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