My Name Is
It's been a long time since I've spoken to people. But perhaps I can do so now.
I used to be called Shade: that's still my name, in a way, but I've found out that there's quite a number of other Shade's here, so I needed another name. Also, I. . . wanted a name that reflected who I really am, not a name that reflecting the hideing that is like a second skin to me.
My name is Dr.Death. Why?
Because a long time ago (not as long as they'd like to think, though) I was that. To Them. The. . . people we were involved with as a child.
They trained me in the ways of blood and gore. Of death and birth and an almost resurrection.
But I stitched flesh together, tended the bloody. And I branded and burnt and swallowed their screams.
I call myself that after the Nazi doctors: not because my evil is something I lvoe and cherish, but because I must acknowledge it, like the endless stains seamed into my brain.
Like numbers tattoted on flesh, indelible in blood and ink.
That is who I am.