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The Doctor Of Death: From An Executioner To A Savior

"Tick, Tick, Tick... Dead." The sound of death by just waiting for it to come... Sad, it seems. Neal Kirkstoic, a Doctor who cures the sick using death. His motives aren't intentional but that what it ended up as his job with a history known for being an executioner and the right-arm of the Secret Service. "Is it really worth dying for my success? Am I a bad person? My medicine is nothing to be proud of from a man who only knows how to create death-inducing medicine for execution. But working behind the lines, I can do that." May death be my punishment... For Vol. 3 onwards. Same world new death... Let's see how the new kid will do in this continuation of the family. A new threat comes to the new kid and it seems to be a familiar face... "I may not be the 'Neal Kirkstoic', but let's see what if I can do to be his successor."

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12 Days Of Misery

Day 1 of December, I began refining my medicine to turn it into a safe and drinkable medicine instead of an injection. And I took out three guards and grabbed them for information about their motives behind the mercy killings. I became a different person during this time, I brought one of the three I took down and interrogated him till he spat out some more information about their work.

He told me that they were ordered by their higher-ranked officers to kill the infected without taking any consideration and I very pissed on what I've heard from his info that I accidentally killed him early than I would expect it. I prepared more medicine for shipping towards London since they finally approved my medicine for safe use. I felt the great relief from that and made my day just from hearing that, I got a letter from Liana that they are having a good time at the safe zone two great news that felt very good to hear.

After hearing the news I continued to look out for those rogue soldiers that I made an anonymous letter to the queen about this and she gave me the approval of taking care of this but before that I need to inform the secret service about this and after that I continued being a doctor taking care of some of the patients that I saw before the military does. My heart won't stop beating after this, the rush of being pressured is very rewarding it's been ages since this feeling came back to me.

The agents that the queen sent out was worried about their lives out there so I gave them some immunity boosters to prevent them from catching the plague while I was continuing my research about the changes that the plague has done over the past two months now that it changed its form from just being airborne to waterborne too. I sent this info towards the other plague doctors and they acknowledge this and made some readjustments on their warnings about the plague and made some stronger medicine to counter-act this waterborne change of the plague.

Day 2 of December, I continued my work with flying colors with the agents giving me info and samples that the rogue soldiers are planning something bigger. And I began interrogating the captured rogue soldiers, it wasn't easy of course some did die in the process but we got some leads right now but that's classified and I can't know who is the lead since I'm just a doctor now, not a blood-thirsty merc that I used to be.

I prepared them some syringes for the agents to use to silently kill the rogue soldiers for capturing or for just straight-up killing them. To be honest this plague has been easy over the past months even though it increased its point of infecting and this worries me. It's been almost a year now and we haven't tried to fix the plague itself we've been busy with saving people so much that we haven't made a cure for the plague itself and that's a problem right now.

Even though we have the military breathing down our necks since they are surrounding each town says by one of the agents that went through many stages before Liverpool. I mean it's getting this stimulating to get excited about capturing this many inconsiderate, inhumane pricks. That picks on the helpless just to gain or expand their ego fueling even more horrible things they do to more innocent people.

So I made something that those pricks would enjoy to die for, I made some traps around the city and the lure is some "special pictures" of the young princess that they all drool upon on. Even thinking of that makes me sick, plus some of them are criminals and that is unacceptable. Though I lost my position many years ago and chose to become a doctor instead I guess this is my job then "Curing" those people who needed my assistance.

Day 3 of December, It started to snow now, great then. Not that I hate snow, I actually love snow because it helps to slow down and bleeding pricks when I pick a fight with them they don't notice me and they just run out there like they saw a ghost I stood there laughing with their sorry asses and within five minutes all of them dropped dead because of the medicine I injected to them.

Surprisingly the agents had been feeling good recently since the success of getting information from these people is like 100% whenever I was the one interrogating them. To be honest I can tell them everything about me and on how I know these things even though I'm a doctor maybe I tell them as a story if the correct time comes for this young agents to learn from a doctor who had gone through the worst of the worst from everything and making them motivate themselves when they burned out all of their motivation and that is very dangerous especially since that they are Her Majesty's Secret Service.

At the end of a harsh week, I've gone through... Am I doing what she wanted me to avoid doing? Am I on the right really on the right path that she gave me? It's been six months now and I still hear her voice echoing in my lab about the wrong things I've done and all of the love and support I got from her. Up to this point if she didn't wake me up from the idealistic ways I've died years ago, but no she saved me from that dream. I'm starting to miss her again for every corner of my lab seeing her portrait hanging from the hallway I remember her scolding me saying things like

"Neal, you should be patient at all times especially people. You should be patient of humans as much as possible because they can turn anything into many things that we might like or dislike then move after they turned something." That voice of hers is something to keep in mind it's a soothing yet not boring voice that makes someone remembers something they want to remind it. I remember that I told her that I won't disappoint her...

And I think I almost made the biggest mistake ever that will break my promise from her. If I did that I will take my life away and end it like what I promised of doing after I lost her six months ago... Remember you must return home alive and whole with a smile on my face, that reminder is why I continued to live even without her.