"Dr. Field's"

“Doctor Fields”
By
Miguel Carreno

Look at them trying to figure out who I killed and how I did it, but truth is I never killed anyone, all my “victims” are still very much alive. The police think im nuts, crazy, insane, that may be true but I like to think of myself as a genius. I was the top doctor of Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago before I became a “lunatic.” I wasn’t very popular with the other doctors though, some even harassed me and made fun of me, oh but I taught them a lesson, I got even, well more then even.
Doctor Spaldwell and Doctor Clemens both constantly picked on me and made fun of me behind my back. Doctor Spaldwell would take my things without asking, my lunch, pens, papers, chairs, anything he can get his grubby little hands on. I started with him first, I took his chair and hid it somewhere were he could not find it so that he would be forced to take mine. Oh but what a surprise I had for him, I put industrial strength glue all over the chair the kind that the only way to get out was to be cut loose.
Sure enough my plan worked, I hid in my locker in my office so I could see the whole thing happen. Doctor Spaldwell came in and went for the chair and instantly his hands were glued to the chair, he struggled for hours trying to pry it off instead of asking for help. No one even bothered to come in and see what the ruckus was about and my plan worked even better. Spaldwell managed to get the chair off but in doing so he ripped the skin from his hands clean off revealing his meat and poring blood all over my office. I never heard a grown man scream like that before, until poor Spaldwell tore his own skin and fingers off.
I emerged from the locker with a big smirk on my face looking down at Spaldwell as he shook and sobbed softly. I quickly made my way out and disappeared from the hospital all together. I even sold my house and moved into an apartment in the city so I can plan my revenge for Doctor Clemens.

“Doctor Fields, do you know why you’re here?”

“Why yes Officer Reynolds, for what happened to Doctor Spaldwell and Doctor Clemens.”

“Doctor Clemens?”

“Yes officer hes in the basement of my old house as we speak. Would you like to hear what happened to him its quite interesting I assure you.”

I moved to the city after Doctor Spaldwell’s incident so I could be closer to Clemens, see he didn’t take my stuff like old doctor Spaldwell. No no no, he liked to cause physical pain to me by throwing something in my pathway or “accidently” hitting me with something. I studied him very close and planned very long for this revenge.
I followed doctor Clemens for five weeks before he ended up in my basement. I watched what he did, where he ate, where he slept, where he lived. Then I discovered he was closterphobic when not standing more then two feet from him on a bus. Then an old story I remember reading by Edgar Allan Poe sparked my imagination. The Cask of Amontillado in which a poor man was tricked into the basement of his enemy and sealed down there by a wall of bricks. Yes that is what I would do only a tad bit different, I would first sedate him then take him down there and seal him in that basement forever and pore flesh eating ants in with him.
My planned had come together, all I needed to do was learn some masonry before I could fulfill my deed. I went to a local masonry and payed the men there to teach me how to make a wall of bricks. In only a few days I had mastered the technique and now my plan could be set in motion.
I gathered my supplies and drove to my old house first so I could prepare. The couple that bought my old house had been sleeping when I entered with my old keys. I went to their bedroom and blindfolded them and gagged them. I then mounted two shotguns on a shelf and tied one end of the string to them and one to the trigger, if they ever so moved an inch they would lose their heads. Now no one could disturb me while I worked. I left the bricks and mixed the mortar before fetching Doctor Clemens, and got a sedative ready so as there would be no struggle. I chose a Friday night when Clemens goes to his local bar and drinks till he hits the floor. He would be easier to seduce and I could explain his limp body as the causes of drinking too much, in case anyone wondered what was happening.
After everything was ready in the basement I headed to the car and to the bar Clemens loved so much. When I arrived and entered the bar he was already half drunk, I entered as an old friend shouting joyfully and buying rounds of drinks for everyone. All Clemens could say in a drunk voice was “do I know you?” I stepped up close to him and put my arm around him and softly said “Yes.” But as I said that I gently stuck him with the needle full of sedative causing him to stumble to the floor and pass out quietly. “Is that guy alright,” I could hear being shouted by at least nine different people, I quickly replied, “Why yes, I just need to get him home, you guys keep drinking, another round for my new friends bar keep.” I threw old Clemens on my shoulder and carried him out to the car.
I quickly made it back to the house and before I opened the door I heard the shotguns go off, “poor fools,” I said to myself. I raced down the stairs to the basement with Clemens over my back and tied him with some old rope I found to the water pipes in the corner of the basement. I worked tediously to wall him up and I was half way done when he started to come to.

“Ugh what happened to me?”
Muttered Clemens, I did not answer him instead just increased my pace to finish the wall before he could get up.

“Fileds, is that you?”

I was almost done only two more rows of brick to put down.

“Answer me you bastard!”

Finally the last brick, before I could put in though, the cherry on top of the whole scheme was the flesh eating ants. Its funny how you can order anything through a computer without giving your actual information. I found the ants on an exotic animals for sale website, I hadn’t fed them since they arrived, they must have been real hungry by then.

“What did you do Doctor Fields?”

Well officer, I opened the box threw them on Clemens and put the last brick in. The screams he made were worse then Doctor Spaldwell scream, I never heard anything like it before. It was funny to me and I laughed hysterically, I had my revenge and I was filled with joy.

“Why did you turn yourself in? Why kill Clemens instead of just hurting him?”

“Clemens isn’t dead, Flesh eating ants don’t eat meat just skin, he is very much alive in that basement only more naked then he has ever been before. My revenge is over and I know I can never live peacefully with what I have done.”

“Good God, Where is that house?”

“Ill show officer, if you take me with of course.”

Ha, now they think I have lost my mind that im just stark raving lunatic, well if only they knew that these handcuffs weren’t put on right and that there is sharp razorblade under my tongue. I don’t think they shall ever find the house were skinless Clemens is id rather keep this one a mystery.