A mad scientist

The first thing you notice about them is that they are tall, at least 6’5. But lanky, barely a shred of fat visible through their clothes. An immaculate white lab coat with not a single speck of dirt across the white fabric. It has all the buttons undone revealing a fashionable brown waistcoat with dark black trousers. Just by looking at his face the man oozes intelligence. His hair cut short with small flecks of grey dotting here and there, the only indicator for his age. He stairs down at you piercingly with his dark brown eyes, through the rim of his small glasses.

“wakey wakey sleepyhead, enjoy your nap?” he asks sub rhetorically in an oddly calming voice. That you now recognise as a Polish accent.

“wh… who are you?” you question ignoring what he just said. He seems familiar but you can’t quite place where from.

The scientist smiles rather amused. “who me? Hmmm surely your memory isn’t that bad? Come now. It was in this very building that we….. first met” he finishes dryly. “Does that jog your mind?” he asks.

Then your eyes go wide with recognition. Of course you remember him. The notorious mad scientist Moebius Nestor from Poland. A long time ago you barged into his lab and put a stop to his….. Experiments. Whilst he did not look like a monster, appearances could be very deceiving. Since that day when you trashed his equipment and put most of his goons in jail you had been after him. He was smart but you were always able keep up and make things exceedingly difficult for him.

Every time it was the same story, people would go missing. Then turn up dead in some alleyway. Their bodies changed. Looking nigh unrecognisable from before they disappeared. Having gone through god knows what at the hands of this….. Man. “Nestor……” you growl chewing out the words like a tough piece of meat. He notoriously suffered with OCD. Which manifested as an incessant need to keep everything clean. Especially his own clothes. Even in his work he would do everything to a very particular…. Standard.

“There we go” he smiles crossing his arms across his chest.

“What did you do to me?” you ask suddenly remembering how he just injected you with…. Something.

“I gave you some of my newest elixir, it will calm you down. But more importantly. Make what’s about to happen much more enjoyable for the both of us.” He finishes with a wolfish grin.

“I’m gonna bring you in bastard. There’ll put you away for the rest of your abysmal life.” You threaten pulling your arms at the straps holding them down.

“Hah will you now. Well you’re currently tied down to a table with unbreakable straps. So I very much doubt that.” He retorts calmly shifting back into the dark.

You grit your teeth. “You’re a monster Moebius. The second I can stand again I'm gonna beat you into the ground. You’ll be so bruised and bloodied not even your mother would know who you were!” You threaten again as the steps echo in the dark moving around behind you.

“You’ve always been a thorn in my side John. Every step of the way you hindered my work. Well now it’s time to pay for all the pain you caused me.” Nestor replies as you feel his cold hands against the firm cheeks of your backside.