Connor's Confession

Connor's Confession

Humans. Has there ever been a more vile species then them, to grace this world's exsitance. Such frail, filthly, disgusting creatures, much like vermin. Always taking more then they need, infecting everything they touch.

Fragile things that somehow manage to survive and endure against all odds. Easily killed, and even easier to break. They are fasinating to take apart, peice by peice. The intricacies of their bodily make up is truly astounding. Whatever force first created them must have truly been an artist and musician. For their screams are truly music to listen to.

I have spent most of my life studying and disecting the near perfection that is the human body. I have discovered that the ideal use for humans is to use them as canvases. But not every human makes a good canvas, most of them are flawed in some way.

I am forever searching for potential canvases. The shape of the body, the hue of the skin, even marks and scars are taken into account. Many of my past works of art have been etched on the flesh of males. I find the female forms too curvasious for my artwork.

My art ranges from simple skin tattoos, to full body transformations. Though I will admit that I had only one successful full body transformation. I have spent the past few years working on him. Making sure nothing was rushed, and everything was perfect. When he is finished, he will be my greatest achievement.

I affectionately have named him Experiment T.K.

Currently, he and I reside in Gold Saucer, as part of the attractions. TK being put on display, as a rarity of nature. Since he looks like a humanoid tiger, and acts like a cross between a tamed cat and a small child.

The owner of Gold Saucer funds my workings on TK, in exchange for being allowed to put him on display. The cage he is in has a one way mirror, so the public can see him, but he can't see them. As part of the deal I made for keeping TK here, the Gold Saucer has hired me because of my other experteze.

I am the on call doctor for the other workers, and I help with security. Those are the minor things, my real job is to fight the challengers on the final level of the Battle Areana.

Since I took over that position, nobody has ever completed the Battle Areana Challenge. In more recent months, many back out once they reach the final stage. Occasionally there will be the odd fool who will try to take me on, sometimes even multiple times.

I remember one guy last week, he must have tried at least a dozen times. Finally, I made sure that he wasn't going to get back up for a while. Also telling him to give up trying to beat me, because he just didn't have the skill or the speed, as he was right now. He'll probably spend the next month training before coming back for another round of humiliation.

I have been called many things by the people around here, mostly freak. The patrons that see me wandering around the place think I'm just another entertainer, like that loser in the fat chocobo costume. At least people tell me my costume is more believable this his. I don't see the need in correcting them. It works to my advantage in having them think that my fox ears and tail are fake. I was tired of people specuatling that my mother must have been raped by some monster. In truth, most would call mother the monster, since she is an Ancient.

People distrust us since the last couple encounters with Ancients. It's not my fault that Sephiros and the trio were hell bent on destroying the planet. In fact I blame Jenova for it. She always was a self righteous bitch. Who, when things didn't go her way, decided to declare herself the destroyer of the world. Talk about drama queen or what.

Oh well, no point in whining about her. After all, I have noticed that her cloned children would make the perfect canvases for me. Particularly the young ones, either Kadaj or Yazuu. Though my eye is more on Kadaj. I wonder just how much he could endure before passing out. He would make a canvas that would rival my work on TK.

Then there's Yazuu, he would look perfect in my 'Play Room'. I have been looking for somebody to perfect my torture techniques on.

I only wish that Loz was still around. He would have made the perfect model for my photography and paintings. His body lent well towards erotic imaginings.

Perhaps I could have used him for more then just art. Sch a tantalizing thought. I wonder if I could find a way to ressurect him. I'll have to look into that once I've left Gold Saucer for good.

TK is nearly finished, so it shouldn't be long now. Look out world, Connor is about the be set free, and he doesn't plan on behaving very well.