Dr. Spencer

 Dr. Spencer was not actually a doctor,  but he liked to think of himself that way. He had referred to himself as doctor ever since he had been kicked out of medical school. He had managed to force the member of the school administration that he blamed most for his removal to call him doctor. 

A smile snuck onto Spencer's face as he fingered the jar holding the administrator's eyeball. He took stock of the specimen jars lining his special shelf. He lost himself in the memories of each surgery he had performed in his operating theater. It was not an actual operating theater  but a corner of his basement he had personally installed a drain and tiled in aqua green. So many surgeries had been performed there.

Spencer continued smiling and looking over his specimen collection. Everything from the eyeball, to a spleen, to a section of a carotid artery. That one made him giggle at the memory of that patient. 

He was lost in the memories for some time. Spencer was brought back to the present by the feel of the jar at his side. He had almost forgotten what he was doing because of the beauty of his collection. But now this latest specimen could take it's place with the others.

Spencer jerked away from the shelf and looked at the stairs. It sounded like the front door but that could not be the case. It was locked and no one ever came to visit, not willingly. He carefully pulled the scalpel from the pocket of his lab coat. 

He listened as hard as he could but only heard his heartbeat roaring in his ears. He found himself halfway up the stairs but could not remember walking over to them. A deep breath helped steady him a little. 

It was over before Spencer knew what had happened to him. He slowly opened the door at the top of the stairs and was startled by the dark figure in the doorway. There was a flash as the figure lashed out with a knife. Spencer gasped as he fell back and tumbled down the stairs unable to comprehend the fatal cut.

The stranger felt their left bicep and let out a grunt. The bastard must have had a blade that caught that arm as he flailed before falling back. There was some blood but it was nothing serious.