The doctor was on his knees facing front, his mind was calm; he knew his creation had truly become human. He never heard the shot ring out that scattered half his head into a red and white collage of brains, blood, and bone, onto the interior of the elevator. Bits of the fantastic mind that created his death dripping down the wall like cheap, octopus wall crawling toys flipping and flopping down. Behind him an outline of his angel of death amid the carnage
