My story began at the bank. My name is Nick Grey. I recently moved to a new city, and of course I needed to set up a new bank account.

I was just standing in the cartoonishly long line, minding my own business. The man in front of me was fidgeting, when he noticed me.

"So what are you in for?" He asked, as if we were in prison. He had longish white hair that was all over the place. His eyes were obscured by thick goggles. He was also wearing a white lab coat.

"I'm just here to open an account." I looked away to avoid eye contact.

"Neat. I'm here to get a loan, so I can fund my research." He grinned. "I'm a mad scientist you see."

"Are you now" just leave me alone.

"I'm currently trying to pull a Frankenstein and make a living person."

"Cool." Just shut up, I don't care.

"Anyways, my name is Dr. McCarthy, and you are?" He extended an arm out to shake. He was missing a pinky.

"Grey" I shook his hand hoping the conversation would end soon.

Things didn't go as I hoped, as he talked to me for the entire wait, telling me his life's story, not that I was listening, until finally it was his turn. He was led into another room.

Before I could let out a sigh of relief, the guy comes bursting out the door with what I could only describe as some sort of chainsaw gun thing. It was a small chainsaw and a gun. He was shooting people left and right and sawing body parts from anyone who came near.

When people finally stopped screaming and sat down as far away from the crazy guy as possible, he began bagging up the body parts he sawed of. It was disgusting, yet he smiled the whole time.

While cutting up the body of a woman he killed moments ago the saw began getting jammed. He pointed the head away from himself and clicked a button that shot the head off, so he could replace it with a new one. That was the last thing I saw, before the discarded blade landed on my neck.

I woke up. The last thing I remembered was the pain of the chainsaw head tearing through my neck. Just how the hell am I alive.

I try to move. I wiggle around but I'm tied down to something. I can't see anything either, some sort of sheet it over my face.

"Help! Someone!" I shout but I quickly stop at the sound of my voice. What was that? I can't understand why but my voice is wrong.

"Huh? Did I hear something scream in hear?" I hear a voice. I recognize it. It's that mad man from the bank.

"Get me out of here!" I scream. My voice sounds high almost feminine. I hear footsteps head my way. I wiggle around trying to get loose.

The sheet overy face is grabbed and pulled away, revealing the psychopathic doctor holding a dirty plate. He has a sandwich in his mouth.

When he drops the sheet he finishes his bite and places the sandwich on the plate. He holds up a finger as he chews and swallows. I realize I'm really hungry and find myself staring at the plate.

"Sorry. I thought you were staying dead so I grabbed myself a snack." He explains. "But now I can do this!" He throws his arms in the air launching the sandwich. "She's alive! SHE'S ALIVE! HAhahahaha!"

"Get me out of here!" I scream for anyone else but this crazy person in front of me.

"Calm down." He responds. "It's me, Dr. McCarthy, we became buds at the bank. Do you remember the bank?" He began moving around a small light to inspect my eyes

"You killed me"

"Ah... Yeah. Sorry dude, the bank refused my loan, and called me an insane sociopath, and to top it off, they were going to call the cops on me for my previous body part hunt. So naturally I had to get body parts and money. To be fair I had no intention of killing you, I just wasn't paying attention to where I was pointing my weapon, you know it is. But I fixed you, good as new and better than ever. You're welcome best buddy."

He pulls out a full bod mirror in front of me and become speechless at the sight of a woman strapped to a table.

"Honestly, when I cut your head off I panicked. I had to get you to my truck before your brain died. So.... I could only grab your head." He begins to turn red. "I had a few unfinished bodies I could use in an emergency, like this one" he waves his hands around the mirror. "But all are female sense I've been planning on selling my creations as undead sex slaves."

"..." I don't know what to say.

"This one was by far the best bet sense she was practically done, all she needed was a brain. As we can see, it worked. Now this body is designed to be flexible and powerful, but at the same time petite and delicate." Using an old radio antenna he pointed out my new body on the mirror. "This body was built to be my personal sex slave slash lab assistant, so I wanted it to be sexy and submissive while at the same time be modest enough to be useful and dependable. Some of the other are more suitable to be living sexdolls built for certain fettishes. Sense you're my buddy I don't mind giving up my sex slave, so don't worry about that."

I start to freak out "Get me out of here!"

"Sorry, buddy, you must be claustrophobic." He begins loosening my restraints. As soon as they're loose enough I fall to the floor. "Anyways, would you still like to be my assistant?"

"No! I want to go home!" I scream. "This is too weird."

"Unfortunately I can't let you leave right now."

"I don't care, I'm leaving!" I shout. As I stomp off, a jolt paralizes me. I fall to my knees screaming.

"Sorry, bud, but if you go walking around someone might need you to prove your existance, but technically you don't exist. You're original identity is dead to the world, and your current identity has no papers."

"I'll just tell them the truth."

"If you do that, I'll be put in jail."

"THAT'S WHERE YOU BELONG!" I scream "YOU KILLED ME!"

"Are you still mad about that?"

"I'm going!" That jolt stops me again.

"Calm down. I'll get you papers and all you need. If you don't stop, trying to leave, I'll have no choice but to go back to plan D, and brain washed you into my personal cum dumpster."

"..." I don't like the sound of that, I really don't like his choice of words. I turned around.

"How about this, I'll give you a place to stay. I own this whole building. It's an old apartment building I inherited from my great granddad. It's mostly junk but there are a few good rooms I rent out. I'll give you one, and I'll train you to be my lab assistant. I'll also get you the nesessary paperwork, and a new identity, deal?" He held out his hand.

I have no other option. "fine..." I shake his hand.