"Get out! I don't want you here! You people are- are CRAZY!"

You had passed by his cell, stopping to ogle. You were working with his mother as an apprentice and usually her experiments didn't phase you. But he did.

You couldn't stop looking at him.. he has been her son, and yet she did this. What else was she capable of? She'd experimented on this boy so much that he was held together by stitches and bandages.

Feodora had even taken an eyes of his, the one he'd been blind in, saying someday they'd look at it and think of how far they'd come.

He hated his mother and Feodora.

His hands were tight around the bars that kept him in, his one eye wide and his teeth were grinding together, his breathing was heavy - he acted like an.. an animal.