66 STUDENT BODY  

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6/17/2006 1:55 am
66 STUDENT BODY

66 STUDENT BODY
Arthur was spending his usual late hours in his surgery, conversing with his daughter Felicia, when a loud pounding sounded at the surgery's service entrance. Thump! Thump! Thumpthumpthump! Arthur recognized the loud knocks as the prearranged signal he had been anxiously awaiting. Pleading business that had to be attended to, he ushered his daughter to the front door and wished her well on her visit to an ailing aunt across town. Arthur opened the back door to find Simon Fear and Burke Goode standing outside in the freezing rain. This unsavory pair did all of Arthur's ghoulish deeds. They were his body snatchers. Arthur studied only the freshest corpses. The two men entered bearing a familiar canvas bundle, the wind howling as they wrestled their burden through the doorway. Each wore a sheen of ice on his grimy overcoat. They slammed the shrouded body on the surgical slab and demanded their payment for services rendered. But Arthur insisted first on inspecting the cadaver. Several times in the past, Arthur's goblins had brought him corpses still suspiciously warm to the touch. Such was not the case this night. This cadaver was in a dismal state of disrepair. The flesh was mottled with splotches of decay, and the muscles of the face had pulled back the mouth in a hideous expression of dying in complete agony. The chest was nearly caved in, shards of rib protruding through the graying flesh. Arthur remembered reading about a hit and run victim. It had happened a week before. Simon spoke up, pointing out how the cadaver's limbs were still supple like Arthur had asked for. To illustrate he flapped the arm hanging off the table like a limp rag doll. Arthur ran his fingers over the flesh and noticed that the anatomical landmarks of the elbow and wrist were all but absent. He felt bone fragments grate beneath the pressure of his finger. Arthur whirled on his henchmen in a rage. Did they think he was an idiot? He could tell when a joint stiffened by rigor mortis had been pulverized with a hammer! The corpse was putrefying. It would burst like an overripe grape if he attempted to stick a scalpel in it. He would not reward them for this travesty! Simon was indignant. They had tried to find a fresher corpse, but there was none to be had. The authorities were closely watching the plots of recent burials and regularly monitoring undertakers who in the past had been easy to bribe. As it was, they had risked their necks digging for hours in frozen ground almost as solid as marble. They had performed their duty as best they could under the circumstances and demanded to be paid--or else. But Arthur was not impressed. If anyone would end up in the electric chair, he assured them it would be those two jokesters. It was crucial that he have a fresh corpse for the morning's lecture, and they were to salvage one for him at any cost! Mumbling curses, the two men dragged themselves out through the door into the worsening storm. Arthur set about dismembering the useless corpse for burning in the oven to help keep him warm. Bewildered by the imbecility of his satanic associates. It was not until an hour before his morning surgery lecture that the sleepless professor heard the telltale knocking that signaled a new delivery. The two rain drenched men bustled through the door with another shroud that hung limp between them like a sack of dead meat. The bundle was not as heavy as the last, and they were able to heft it to the cleared surgical slab with a minimum of effort. Arthur feverishly consulted his watch, knowing he had little time in which to prepare himself before his morning lecture. He could tell by gore seeping through the top of the shroud that the cadaver was as fresh as any teaching physician could help for. Perhaps even fresher. He was just preparing to unsheathe the upper body for inspection when the corpse shuddered beneath his fingers--and sat bolt upright on the table! A shriek broke from his mouth--a horrible, demented wail that might have woken the entire campus were if not muffled by layers of blood-clotted canvas. Frantically, Arthur bellowed for his minions to help him. But the two were cowering in horror against the door. Never in their lives had they witnessed such a spectacle of ghastliness! Arthur searched anxiously for a mallet, or any object heavy enough to smash the body into unconsciousness. Then his eyes picked out the syringes arrayed on a leather apron. He had been preparing specimens that evening and knew which of the needles contained strychnine. Even a small dose would shut down the breathing center of a living creature, forcing suffocation without any damage to the external tissues. Moving quickly, Arthur extracted the syringe from the apron and jammed its point into the abdomen of the corpse. He ejaculated the syringe's liquid contents with a depression of the plunger. The corpse spasmed visibly, straining against its bed sheet coffin, and then pitched backward onto the table, landing with a flat SMACK! It continued to twitch periodically as the poison worked its horrible effects on the still functioning organs. His terrified companions fled the room during the commotion. It was just as well, as Arthur's surgical assistants chose that moment to show up, signaling that it was fifteen minutes to lecture time. They gaped in disbelief at the haggard man who stood where lay had expected to see the usually chipper Doctor Arthur. Mumbling excuses, Arthur cleaned himself up at the sink, telling the two men to prepare the corpse quickly for the surgical arena. Arthur entered the surgery feeling the effects of the night's ordeal. But as he moved comfortably into his lecture the assurance that had won the confidence of others and helped him talk his way out of potentially criminal situations returned. He was magnificent as he was Brilliant. The white sheet had been peeled back from the cadaver's head. The features were all but unrecognizable as human, so fearsome was the bludgeoning the head had sustained. Arthur informed the class that they would begin with a dissection of the upper extremity. He freed the arm of the cadaver from its wrapping--and screamed hysterically. Dangling from the corpse's wrist was an item his assistants, in their haste, had neglected to remove from the remains: a charm bracelet. Arthur recognized it as the one he had given Felicia on her birthday not two weeks before! Arthur's ghoul's Simon Fear and Burke Goode were never caught. It was assumed the two had left town only have a pace before the law. Arthur was convicted of murder, but his sentence was commuted to life imprisonment for the criminally insane. Once everybody understood that Arthur had gone completely mad. Felicia's death was officially attributed to secondary strychnine poisoning which hastened the effects of severe head trauma. Her death certificate was signed by an intern who had been the star student in Arthur's toxicology class.


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