My name is Dr. Sciurus
I am a surgeon with some chemical interest
I am very serious about my work
Allow me to assist if you are hurt
You may call me a monster or psychopath,
But I disagree with that.
I simply have no empathy.
I'm not concerned with your suffering,
Only your anatomy.
I am also albino, so sunlight's a no.
I hide from the day behind curtained windows
At night I come out to play
In shadows and alleyways I wait.
My body's rate of healing is excelent,
an accidental chemical gift
I tested something for a team experiment.
However critically I receive an injury,
I will not die so easily
Fate has not been kind to me
I've lost my entire family, you see,
For all my skills as a surgeon,
I was still unable to save them
I may be a horrible person,
But I still have a mission.
I must find a certain abomination
And give him absolute destruction.
When I find him there will be hell to pay
Revenge for taking my wife away
Some creations shouldn't exist
Both of us are misfits.