He was the ugliest boy I’d ever seen. Scrawny, quiet and unloved.
He was perfect. No friends, absentee parents, he was easy to lure into my lab. Almost too easy. All I had to do was promise him beauty and popularity before he agreed to let me work my magic.
I slipped the needle into his vein and held his hand as he fell unconscious. Then my work began. I used a drill on his skull, a metal tube to transfer the elixir into his body. It was fun playing chemist. The preparation was divine- the meticulous planning, the selection process for my host and the shopping. It’s amazing what you can buy on the internet, isn’t it? All you need is a bunch of keystrokes, a stolen credit card and a victim, or shall I say... volunteer and you too can have yourself a monster.
Well...a monster is what he became. It was unexpected, I will admit, but absolutely thrilling- watching him come back from the dead. I had all kinds of theories about what would happen but reanimation wasn’t one of them.