the doctor

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john thinks he's finally put the past behind him when a body of a man is found floating on the Hudson River with his organs removed. This has to be the work of the notorious doctor but thats impossible he's dead. Now john the chief of a new york police department must find out the truth.

Submitted: December 09, 2013

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The Doctor Part 1
The doctor made quick work of him. Carefully cutting small slits in the back of the cadaver. The spine protruded from the body. He carefully removed the spine and set it aside. The doctor stitched up the cadavers back and then flipped him over. He toke a knife and made an incision down the chest of the body. He removed the man’s organs and placed them in jars, which he placed on the shelf above him.
John jolted awake drenched in sweat. John covered his face with his hands. He hands were chard from the fire that happened long ago. Tears streamed down his face.
He remembered. It had all happened six years ago. He was just a rookie on the force. Never in his life had john ever seen such a gruesome sight. The body of a young woman had been found floating in the Hudson River. The thing that haunted him the most about the murder was that all of the woman’s organs had been removed.
John was now the head detective of his department. Up until recently he had been able to put the past behind him. A few days ago a body of a man had been found floating on the Hudson River. His organs had all been removed.
Why does this keep happening? I thought I put the past behind me, thought john. Why is this happening now? I can’t believe he’s still out there, I thought he was dead. I saw him die. A phone ringing interrupted his thoughts.
“Hello” he said putting the receiver to his ear.
“Chief?” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“What is it?”
“There’s been another murder.”
John’s eyes widened.
“Another one of the Hudson murders,” asked john.
“Yes sir,” said the voice.
“I’m on my way said john.
He hung up the phone and climbed out of bed. The air was cold and the sky was pitch black, as it was only 2:30 in the morning. The way to the river was down a dirt road just off of Hollywood Blvd. flashing lights lit up the road. John stepped out of the car and walked over to the coroner.
“What do we have here?”
“A young male approximately 20 to 25 years of age. His organs have been removed. What makes this murder different is the fact that this guy took a gunshot to the back of the head.”
“This isn’t like the other murders.”
“John let it go, the doctor is dead.”
In his mind john remembered the night at the cabin by the lake. His partner Morrison and him had been asked to check out a disturbance. They were told it was only a marital quarrel. When they arrived at the scene there was no one in sight when they entered the room there were no signs of life. All sorts of medical equipment lined the shelves and walls. They were about to leave, when john was struck from behind. John remembered waking up to find his partner strapped to a table being picked apart by a man in a white lab coat. The man noticed john and began walking towards him. John was pressed against a corner with nowhere to run. He spied some flammable chemicals and lit them ablaze. He crawled out of the cabin and watched it burn. There was nothing he could do to save his partner. Morrison was already dead.
“Your right jack, The Doctor is dead.”
“Take a few days off john to clear your head.”
“Do you think they’ll let me do that?”
“Your chief you tell me.”
John climbed back into his car and drove home. The sun was just beginning to rise when he pulled into his parking space.
 
The Doctor Part 2
There has to be some connection to the murder. Either The Doctor is still alive or someone is copycatting his murders. I’ll check to police records later, but for now some sleep. John lay down. The rising sun beating down on his face from the open window.
John closed his eyes and began to dream. In this dream he was on the doctors table being dissected. He was fully conscious of what was going on. He watched as the doctor was removing his organs. The doctor seemed not to notice that john was awake. John stared into the man’s face. His eyes were as dark as black coals. The doctors eyes were all that john could see, for the rest of the man’s face was covered with a surgical mask. The doctor looked up from his work; taking notice that john was conscious. He picked up a john and shot john once in the head. John jolted awake. No not this again, please no. that’s it I’m going to check this out.  
John drove down to the station. He parked in the parking spot with a sign above of it that said Chief of Police. He rode the elevator up to the third floor, where they kept their files. He pressed open the glass doors. He walked over to a dusty old file cabinet in the corner. Here’s where the police kept their files on unsolved murder cases. There was a whole drawer dedicated to The Doctor. On average 40 bodies were discovered each year depicting the doctors handy work. He began to rummage through the files hoping to find any information that proved to be valuable.
The doctor’s full name was Francis Scott Abram. He was born December 28th, 1960 in Nevada at Carson Valley Medical Center. He graduated from Harvard Medical School in 1981. He graduated 3rd in his class. In 1982 he was hired as a surgeon at Good Samaritan Hospital. He worked there for 10 years without incident.  Then he was found guilty for stealing organs from the deceased in the morgue. He was fired from his job, which he had been making $80,0s00 a year. The crime had been place on his record and he was banned from joining any medical practice in the US.
Mr. Abram had been sentenced to 10 years in prison, but he escaped after only serving 2 years. Since then, bodies have been found floating on the Hudson River. His most famous murders have included Gregory McDonald and Estelle Jetty. No one knows what sparked Mr. Abram’s intent to kill.
John dug through a few more files and he discovered the police report from the night of the fire that had occurred 6 years ago. The report claimed that they had never recover Mr. Abrams body. So he’s still out there, thought john. No valuable evidence had been found at the scene. Most of the structure and what it contained had been burned past recognition.
John stuffed the piece of paper in his pocket and walked out of the records room. Jack walked over to him.
“John I thought you said you were going to take a few days off, what are you doing here?”
“Something has been bugging me so I thought I’d come here and try to figure it out.”
“Are you still convinced that the doctor is responsible for the past few murders, because I can assure you he’s not. The doctor is dead john so let it go.”
“How would you know that the doctor is really dead. I mean come on the never found his body did they. Just because there hasn’t been an murders up until recently doesn’t mean that he’s dead. He’s out there I know it. When I find him he’s going to pay big time.”
“Well john you can think whatever you like, but I’m telling you the doctor is definitely dead.”
The night had fallen now. John shivered as he walked over to his car in the parking garage. From the rearview mirror he swore he could see the image of a man’s face. The face was very pale as if someone had accidently spilled powder all over it. The face ducked behind a pillar. John started up his car and drove home.
That night the dreams came back to john. The Doctor was sitting alone in a kitchen.  Glass jars rested on the table next to him. The doctor slowly unscrewed the lid and poured its contents into a bowl. The contents splashed around in the bowl. The doctor poured red liquid over the top. He picked up his fork and began to eat. When he was done he put on his coat and walked out to the garage, his lab.  A body lay motionless on a table made of bones. John recognized the body as his own, and awoke with a start.
John looked out his bedroom window. He lived on the third floor of an old rundown apartment complex. It was pitch black outside but  john swore he could make out the image of a man standing next to a telephone booth. He must be waiting for a cab, john thought. John took another look at the man. He was dressed in a white lab coat. John could not see the man’s face.
“No it can’t be.”
John  looked over again at the place where the man had been standing but  the man had disappeared. He’s watching me, why would he do that? Oh god I must be next. I must run, but where, nowhere is safe from him. He’s going to find me, kill me and eat me I can’t let this happen. John grabbed his gun off the nightstand and pulled out the clip. Only four bullets remand in the magazine. He searched the drawers for ammo but found none.
“No!” shouted john “that rat he stole my ammo.”
John forced the clip back into the gun. There’s one way to get him off my back, shoot him dead. John drew his gun and ran out the door. He walked cautiously into the cold coarse air.
From the corner  he spied the doctor walking into a store.  From a bench across the street john watched and waited. The doctor walked out of the store and john fallowed him for 13 blocks. The doctor was not aware that he was being fallowed. He turned the corner. Before them loomed an old abandoned canning factory. John coughed from the musty air. The doctor turned around as john jumped behind a dumpster avoiding eyesight. The doctor turned around and opened the huge metal doors. The factory was dilapidated. Huge sections of the wall were missing and others were beginning to crumble.
John fallowed the doctor into the building and to a small room the size of a walk-in closet. A table made of bone lay in front of them. The doctor spun around and grabbed him by the neck and thrust him onto the table. The doctor tied john to the table. Oh no, thought john this is it I’m going to die. He’s going to kill me, if only I could reach my gun. John reached into his pocket. The cold hard metal of the gun touched his hand. After a few minutes the doctor spoke.
‘”I’m going to kill you john and eat your organs.”
“Who are you,” asked john
“A friend of yours john. Let’s see I said something like let it die john the doctor is dead.”
“It’s you why are you doing this.”
“You should’ve just left it alone john and let me continue with my work. But now you didn’t and now you have to die.”
Johns grip tightened around the gun.
“Well john are you ready to die?”
“Not to day,” said john pulling out his gun and fire all four shoots into the depraved man. The doctor fell to the floor and lie in a motionless heap. John walked over to the doctor and pulled off the man’s mask. He looked in shock, as the motionless man was really jack the coroner.


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