Dr. Brenard looked at the lifeless body on the operation table. He had used his Factor and was holding his breath in anticipation...or in disappointment.

  His six previous chimeras failed to become sentient, becoming mindless zombie-like waste of spaces. Brenard hoped the Seventh became sentient. He was already on thin ice with Darkis Corps.

  As he waited for the seventh to pry open it's eys, Brenard looked at his handiwork. Seventh had the physique of a skinny beautiful man. It's naked chestnuts skin was smooth with only a couple of stitches here and there.

  Brenard's original plan was to give Seventh blue eyes but for once he let his imagination run wild and gave it heterochromia. One if it's irises was grey while the other red. If this failed, Brenard wouldn't have the motivation to continue.

  The amount of effort he put into Seventh, especially that long grey hair, would be too difficult to muster again.

  Please work.

  It felt like an eternity before seventh finally opened its eyes. The two mismatched pigments looked straight up at the ceiling with not as much as a speck of self awareness. A sticky feeling squirmed within him.

  No! No!

  Brenard's knuckles turned white, glancing at the lifeless corpse while he gripped the metal operation table.

  "Just once...just once...CAN'T I GET IT RIGHT JUST JARGODUNUG ONCE!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  He banged the operation table with his fists and scraped their sides. Brenard covered his face with his palms.

  "Oh Yuma...'"

  Hope was lost. Why did he ever think he could play god and create life? Was this what he sacrificed his family life for?

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  I want to go back.

  Before he became full of himself. Before he kicked out his wife and child for not believing him. Before the Darkis' shady woman came and scouted him. Brenard knew more than anyone that it wasn't possible. He had drafted and signed the contract by himself.

  Brenard brushed his blinde hair backwards, or what remained if it, as he blinked back tears. He looked at the mirror right in front of him. What am I? Where was the muscular and ambitious medical genius? All he saw was a plump grandfather with the wrinkles on his face starting to resemble his belly folds beneath the grimy lab coat.

  I want to die. To disappear. For this to be a dream. I want ...

  What he wanted, long ago ended. Darkis would continue to instruct him to make chimeras. The sticky feeling worsened "Hahahah. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAGAHAGAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHAHAH"

  ?Should I kill myself??

  Brenard picked up the scalpel nearby with his bloody hand, the scrape freely oozing blood. His hand shook violently as he stared it. He started bringing it closer to his neck.

  Coward.

  His inner voice accused.

  [Good for nothing]

  Janet's honey glazed voiced overlapped with his thoughts and the memory of his beautiful wife using her voice to condemn him. What am I doing with my life? Dr. Brenard chucked the scalpel across the room and watched it skid along the dim room's tiled floor.

  Absentmindedly, he began to run his fingers through Seventh's luscious hair. What should I do? His goal seemed meaningless now. All he could do was to continue making lifeless chimeras.

  But I don't want to. He felt that his disillusionment came too late. Tiny droplets dropped onto Seventh's enviable skin.

  That was when Seventh flinch. It turned it's head to look at Brenard. Not lifelessly at the ceiling. Grey iris dilated while the red constricted.

  Seventh's body shuddered and shivered while its eyes made evident it's surprise and fear.A conscious emotion. Then it spoke.

  "M-m-m-mother f-f-d-fucker!"

  A curse that Brenard didn't recognize hence it had no chance of learning it, even though it was started and fearful.

  It flinched as it registered Brenard's fingers in his hair. Seventh practically jumped from the table and landed on its ass. It crawled backwards while muttering cursed until it hit the mirror. Seventh turned to stare at it's reflection. It's eyes dilated and constricted separately.

  Daze, Dr. Brenard wiped his eyes and slowly approached the naked Seventh, his arm extended. "Ah, wait" Brenard's pale face was reddening down to his neck in embarrassment. "I, well, um, I'm"

  "D-Dr. Te-Tempe-Temperance Bre-Brenard" Seventh completed by itself. Dr. Brenard's mind blanked.