If You Thought Laurence was Evil, You'd Be Right!

Lord Wilcott, was not a student at the Physician's college, but he was invited to attend the party by Laurence. Lord Chamberlain instructed all guests to come to the college's dissection room, this was where they practiced surgical procedures on cadavers, the gallery above where all of the students observed was filled with party guests.

Right in the middle of the room was a black curtain, and it stretched only about a Kings foot across. It was eight o' clock, and the host was nowhere to be found, the other guests were becoming rowdy, they were eager to begin the festivities. The crowd went haywire, when Laurence stepped out from behind the black curtain. He was wearing his black apron, and white linen shirt, the same kind of clothes worn during school hours.

"I apologize for keeping you gents waiting, but all of us know you cannot rush a wonderful time!" Laurence's voice boomed. "I am certain the majority of you feel put off by our professors, they live to put us down," The crowd of men roared favorably at his words. "Never do they have anything positive to say about our practices, and that is why, gentlemen, we must rally against our oppressors, we must not give them the satisfaction of beating us down!" Laurence passionately shouted. Showing their agreement, the men in the observatory began hooting and hollering in approval, Ivan observed their behavior, recalling to himself, Laurence was always able to get a group going, though not always ending with a positive outcome, he acquired a tendency of taking things a bit too far at times. "That is exactly why I have brought all of you here, to prove once and for all, practicing on the dead never proves skill!" He said. Ivan glanced to the young man at his side. "Do you know what he is talking about?" Ivan asked. The young man shrugged. "What is he up to this time?" Ivan muttered under his breath. "Gentlemen, I present to you, your end exam!" With a pull of the curtain, Laurence revealed to them their final task.

A collective, horrified gasp fell over the crowd, strapped down with leather fasteners was not a cadaver, but a living breathing, woman. Bound by the fasteners, she struggled to be released from her captor. "Comfortable, my darling?" Laurence patted her head. "Let me go, you evil, beast!" The young, flaxen haired woman spit in his face. "Now, now, if you do not relax, my colleagues and I will not be able to . . . practice on you." Laurence assured her. Lord Wilcott sat forward in his chair. "What is he doing, has he gone insane?" Matthew Hastings was the first to speak out. "My God, man, what is wrong with you, have you gone mad?" Laurence glared up at Matthew. "We will never be able to prove ourselves, Mr. Hastings, if we do not show them what we are capable of!" In the midst of the uproar, Professor Cole and the Headmaster, Dr. Chapman snuck in after becoming aware of the commotion. The two men passed behind the crowd of young students, they were virtually unseen by Laurence and Mr. Hastings.

"The only thing you are capable of, Laurence, is madness, just what are you proposing to do to this poor girl?" Matthew shouted. "I do not know," Laurence raised a sharpened razor over the young woman's chest. "A nip here, a cut there . . . "

"I will not let you do such things, Laurence, let her go!" Matthew ordered. "I myself, Mr. Hastings, am wondering the same thing." Professor Cole's voice was heard inquiring. The room became silent, the other guests of the party turned their attention to the back of the room. "Let the girl go, Laurence, you have a lot of explaining to do, see me tomorrow, the rest of you get back to your rooms, else you'll be expelled along with Mr. Chamberlain." After giving the orders, Dr. Chapman along with Professor Cole, swept briskly from the dissection room Laurence sat across from the Dean of Students, Dr. Everard, it reminded Laurence of the last evening he spent with his father, just before he shot him, he never took kindly to authority, he tolerated that brand of demeaning care, while living with his father, he did not need to be scolded as if he were a child. Laurence sat in his chair glaring at Dr. Everard, he paid no mind to the ear boxing he was receiving.

Laurence sat forward in his chair, "I refuse to apologize for anything I have done, Dr. Everard, for one I have done nothing wrong, no one was injured mortally or otherwise, so therefore I do not understand the reasoning behind my expulsion!"

"I suspected you would not see the error of your ways, Mr. Chamberlain! You may believe you were just harmlessly cavorting, but your intentions, no matter what they were, are not valued here, Mr. Chamberlain. At this college we educate young men with the hope they become gentlemen skilled in surgery," The Dean leaned in closer. "And you, Mr. Chamberlain, are no gentleman, in fact, allowing you to continue your education here, would only be a slap in the face to the profession of Medicine! Now, if you would, Mr. Chamberlain, please take your business elsewhere, you are no longer a student here!" Dr. Everard had the final say and promptly showed Laurence to the door.