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📚 For Alexei

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“Alexei, Scalpel.” Staring at the body on the table the small boy seemed to have not heard the older male as he had been strapping some creature to it. Turning then the older male shouted “ Alexei! Get me a scalpel!” Making the child jump, the horrified look on his face growing slightly before he nodded at the others demand. Turning then he moved over to a table, stepping onto a step stool beside it he looked the table over, trying to remind himself what the scalpel was. He was not even eight years old, it had been a few months since his father had started to teach him the family business and he still had a long way to go before picking up on all of what the older male had to teach “Alexei!” His name being shouted had seemed to jog something, reaching out he grabbed the scalpel and pulled away jumping off the stool a second later.

Standing beside his father he held the scalpel up to them, watching as they reached over and roughly took the object from his small hand. Pulling it back he frowned as he watched the other get to work. The creature on the table had continued to thrash, screaming profanity at his father. He wanted to leave. Turning he started to before his father spoke “No, you stay right there.” Their voice was demanding, frightening. Faced the other and and swallowed, watching the next few hours events unfold, doing whatever his father had asked over him. 

By the time it was all over he was covered in splatters of blood and tissue from head to toe. The corpse on the table in front of him no longer recognizable anymore. He couldn’t even begin to describe what the creature had been originally, and especially not after what his father had done. Turning his eyes up toward the older male again he waited for instruction “Come on, your mother should be finishing up with supper in the next hour or so. Let’s go clean the days work off us. Tomorrow you will join me in the field, to capture our next target.” A hand moved to pat Alexei’s shoulder before ushering him toward the exit.