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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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The High Life

It's been a week now and Christmas is just around the corner it started to snow in the surface yet the people here on the underground city still wears thick clothing and life here in Birmingham is an expensive one giving the looks of its citizens even though we're in a grave disaster that might eradicate all of Britain. Hey at least everyone is calm and not panicking over the impending doom that might happen when the time comes. For now, what I can do now is just wait and see what she'll do in this open time frame. Seriously, these people are rolling in money I mean I'm not kidding on how much these people pay for everything here and even though I'm giving everyone a free cure they still give me money even though outside Birmingham this doesn't have any value since Britain is about to collapse. But what can I do with this much cash you may ask? Well, deliver it to London, of course, to be repurposed as either cloth or other metallic objects that they need since not only paper notes that they were giving me some had coins so that's good. I enhanced my syringe gun since they had more materials than I would hope for so why not enhance my weapon for self-defense. In this town filled with pride and greed what do expect from the people here? I prepared myself and with the help, my dear friend Johnson or what I use to call Jon and we prepared his cellar with weapons we did not expect that we can have for special reasons of course if our plan had to fail miserably. "Death is not an option Neal, only those who choose to live who gets death but us WE are death, remember that in your head." That's what Jon told me when I was rethinking about his plan to kill someone very important in this country. It's either they move first to wipe everyone or the plague might kill us all first. Either way, I'm not letting anyone die again. Not on my watch, this will

end after we execute our plan to end this mockery once in for all.

The next day... "Hey, Neal I been wanting to ask you on the topic of 'Her' and what our plans after executing her," I replied "You serious? You made this plan and yet you don't know what to do after this. Of course, save everyone from this plague with the help of my final mixture that has been perfected by me and the others. This will be the turning point of Britain if we did this correctly. So don't back down at the last hour ok?" He chuckled and then replied. "Ah, Neal you always give me a great laugh when it comes to this kind of situations but you're right I can't back down now at my plan." We continued our preparations for the operation. Christmas arrives and snow thickened out in the surface, I went outside to check since it's my job as the plague doctor to check the air if the temperature made a difference with the plague in the air... It seems like the plague slowed down in growth because of the temperatures so I took notes of this and sent my report to the center in

Oxford via a letter saying. "I would like to report my research about the plague during the winter. It seems that the plague is also like any other airborne diseases we encountered some are weak during the cold and some are weak during summer so I think a minor adjustments with the effects of lowering the patients body during intake would be a good choice to weaken the plague then inject it with my cure then we might have a chance of getting rid of the plague for good during these cold times of Britain by next year I would expect that we should move to a much larger area to start our eradication of this plague to put a stop on many-many innocent people dying from this disease. This may be a short letter but that is all that right now." After sending that letter I began to finalize our cache for the other plan I've got. And this plan Might surprise you.

We're going to kill the Queen for reasons that I must tell now, one the Queen we have here in Britain isn't actually the Queen we have here is a poser and the real Queen is currently inside the castle and is undercover right now and we are trying to find her to protect her of course since I did owe the Queen a lot of my crimes and jobs during my time working for her majesty. Call us maniacs or something worse but from what we heard that the poser Queen that currently resides in the castle

is planning to call her country to conquer Britain during its weakest hour which is after winter since of course they knew my research and planning to attack before I got rid of the plague. Since we are on their tail she had been busy with her work that we can't find out any more info right now since she's busy but I've called more agents to help me find out more about their plan. Because I still have plans with the country and especially for Helena since she loves this country and I also had something for this country that they'll need... A man in a coat that will bring them salvation over their dying bodies, a hero that appears before the reaper. To this saving and other crap I still think that we might start a great war just from killing an agent from another country. I just hope that they'll back down first before we'll get obliterated by a foreign country.