[Jacob]

*Setting: The sleek figure of Iraxx padded down the long corridor. His white skin somewhat clashing with his black clothes, giving him the look of Death. The white corridor was full of patients moping around aimlessly. Orkhids didn't usually keep their ill-minded for a long period of time. Most of them were just walking organ donors, kept alive because it was the best way to preserve their internal organs. The majority of the patients here had been mentally crippled in some kind of battle or job related incident. Others had been born mentally ill and thus sent here, to be kept out of the way and out of danger, or more precisely, to keep their organs out of danger. Further down the corridor Iraxx saw a Nurse, her uniform white and well preened, she jogged towards him, smiling...*

Nurse: "Commandor Iraxx, i presume?"

Iraxx nodded and held out his hand, she met it with hers and introduced herself.

Nurse: "I'm Nurse Doile. Doctor Corz is waiting for you in his office, if you would just follow me i'll take you."

Moving down the corridor quite swiftly now, the Nurse led him down winding corridors and passed the rooms of screaming patients. Her hair was a dark red and tied in bunches, possibly in an effort to make her look younger.

Iraxx: "I hear the Doctor is shook up about what his son has been saying, do you know why by any chance?"

Doile: "No, he didn't explain. He just made his way to his office and after, around, 30-45 minutes told me to expect you..."

After turning a 4th corner the Nurse stopped outside a glass door, the glass itself was misted and thus didn't allow anybody on the outside to see in. She knocked three times and then opened it slightly, peeking her head around the corner.

Doile: "Commandor Iraxx is here to see you, Doctor."

There was a muffled reply and she nodded, opening the door wider so that Iraxx could enter. When he did so she exited, closing the door behind them. The room was small and windowless. Three lights were the only lightsource in the room. One on each of the side walls and one on the ceiling. Towards the back of the room was a small desk, equipped with a computer and pictures of family members. And in the left corner of the room was a large, green plant. Its leaves like magnificent fans. The Doctor sat behind his desk, raising to his feet slowly as Iraxx entered. His hair was brown and his eyes a dark hazel. He wore a white Doctors coat and black trousers. Stepping around the desk he approached Iraxx with his hand outstretched.

Corz: "Commandor."

He smiled faintly, shaking Iraxx's hand. Being impatient Iraxx shook it quickly and then got straight to the point.

Iraxx: "You said you had some information about the string of killings that have been happening over the past couple of months. Maybe a possible suspect. Would you care to explain...?"

He eyed the Doctor up suspiciously, watching his body language as he spoke.

Corz: "Er, yes...yes i believe i do. I believe the murderer is Alexie...Alexie Craine."

With a sharp intake of breath Iraxx smiled in glee. He had previously believed that Alexie Craine was responsible, but his acqusation was shot down by Adele. But now he had another person backing up his theory. Trying to refrain from showing how pleased he really was, Iraxx placed his hand infront of his mouth and pretended to cough before continuing with the interview.

Iraxx: "Yes, why do you think that Alexie could have commited these murders? And how? I have already done a background check and he came up as deceased..."

The Doctor nodded uncomfortably and leant back on his desk.

Corz: "The 'why' is obvious...revenge. The 'how' however, is more complicated. Back when i worked with the defected children i witnessed many horrific things. From beats, arranged fights, rapes...you get the picture. Well, Alexie was the guards favourite...they enjoyed beating him and hurting him. As if they got a sadistic pleasure from it. This, however, was frowned upon by the Medical Council who believed we should try our best to help the children get onto the 'road of normality'. Many of the guards disagreed however, but obided by these rules because their job was at stake..."

Memory;
Shouting came from down the grey, dingy corridor. Clanking and cluttering could be heard. A younger Doctor Corz was running down the corridor, his white coat trailing behind. Turning a corner he noticed a group of guards rushing towards him, their faces emotionless.

Corz: "W-Whats going on??"

As they passed he noticed they carried a small, naked body which seemed to leave a trail of blood behind them.

Guard: "Alexie Craine, he's tried to off himself again!!"

The voice was full of frustration and anger. No sympathy or worry whatsoever. The guards seemed to be heading towards the operating theatre and being curious in the process of operations, Corz decided to follow...

***

The moniter beeped gently. Alexie was sprawled on the cold, metallic operating table with Surgeons surrounding him. All wielding strange metal utencils. All wearing the same white gowns, gloves and face masks. Towards the rear of the room was Corz, he was stood with three of the five guards that had rushed the child to the theatre. They stood with their arms crossed and looked across with bemused expressions on their faces.

Guard: "So...will he make it or what??"

He shouted over, his voice deep and gruff. Turning to face him, one of the Surgeons nodded wearily.

Surgeon: "Yes, he will..."

It then turned back to look at the boy. His throat stitched up and his face drained of colour. His black blood was dry and smeered all around his neck and his once pinky tongue was now coated a dull black. He coughed and looked up at the Surgeons, his eyes watery as he slowly began to cry.

Guard: "Great(!) So we're still clogging up space with a no-hoper..."

Corz turned to the guard in confusion.

Corz: "But Alexie has been making progress, small progress...but progress all the same..."

Shaking his head the guard scoffed.

Guard: "Yeh, maybe. But he won't ever be normal. He'll always be a defect...and the more of them we get rid of the better our chances of surviving as a race. Especially with defects like him, who dont stand a Cat in Hades chance of ever recovering. We might aswell help the ones who can be helped..."

Corz: "As disturbing as it sounded the guard had a point. Later that night we decided that it was best if he was recorded as dead...and we threw him in the waste disposal. Groggy and tired, but still alive. As his body slid and bumped down the shute the guards began to chant 'Death to all defects, death to all the scum'. Myself and a few others joined in. I wish i didn't, i so wish i didn't..."

Raising an eyebrow Iraxx realised how sick and twisted the world of therapy really was. Noticing Iraxx's expression the Doctor continued.

Corz: "We didn't think he would survive...and i dont even know how he did so...its impossible!!"

Iraxx: "So the documentation of his death was faked...?"

He ignored the statement, asking this as he reached into his jacket pocket and brought out his phone. Corz nodded and ran his hands over his face and through his hair, realising that he was marked by the mark of death and the only thing that could prevent his lifes end would be the capture of this murderer...