the cosmetic surgeon tore into flesh, he hacked away while smoking a cigar and listening to the libretto 'merlin,' making a large hole within the chest of the subject, plus there were a few strange lone incisions along the arms, legs and face. his dwarf assistants were sewing the wounds, attempting to keep up with the doctor standing on crates of tinctures and concoctions ready for shipping. he was in full flow now, dancing around the room, always returning to his canvass, he wielded his scalpel in time with the odd piano section and then he took a gulp of laudanum wiping away the excess with the back of his hand. 
'catch up you two, no dilly dallying now, keep up keep up.'
the dwarfs looked harassed but they dared not suggest anything, they had already seen a number of their colleges sent to the tower where the goblins lived. they heard the screams for days and nights, terrible echoes of some unimaginable torture, it sent a cold fever into their blood, and they knew that the doctor was so far over the edge, there was no second guessing his compulsive nature so wisely they kept their heads down and stitched.
the body was an amalgamation of various beasts and a human, the head was some sort of lion type jungle cat with bright green eyes, he was pronounced dead recently but his brain had been transplanted with that of a freshly deceased dolphin, there was a huge scar across the top of the head, and the stitching was an uneven sew, a line that followed the curvature of the head in a strange wobbly ovel. the doctor had attached gills to the upper torso, four pairs of slits above the lungs moved rhythmically in and out, the legs of the beast were mans, but his heart had been transplanted with that of a grizzly bear and the arms were gorilla's, of course shaved they looked almost human but slightly disproportionate to the rest of the body, he had made several modifications to the whole internal genetic structures, and bones, the tiny assistants could not really understand what had happened because it was all beyond them, plus they dared not ask any provocative questions. 
the doctor rubbed his hands together, he stood back and admired the body, 'my work, ha ha, my body of work,' he chuckled, 'it's ready for the electric room.'
he nodded his head and the dwarfs all grabbed the sides of the table and lifted the brakes off, then they rolled it over to a large room annexed to the operating theatre. in stark contrast the electric room had no modern equipment, there were no computers or holographic displays, just a big clock like mechanism, some pulleys and chains. 
'okay ha ha, hoist the body up and open the roof up.'
it took moments for the dwarfs to work out who would be doing what, but they did allocate their tasks well, being a healthy though petrified team.
the pulling on the hoist was tricky, as the six of them pulled the seventh opened the shutter exposing the dark night and the huge clouds that rolled by, rain fell down and not to far off thunder roared.
the doctor pulled now, and slowly the platform on which the body lay started to rise. 
'come on, come on, up you go my beauty, up you go to the heavens, ha ha, yes the spark of god must reanimate you.' 
lightning struck the conductor and the whole platform lit up a bright blue momentarily, the metal shook and the chains rattled. the dwarfs hid in the corners of the room, and then after another strike they lowered the platform, gently down it came. the doctor closed up the hatch, they were all standing in a small pool of water when the platform returned, the body still lay there lifeless. 
the doctor threw the half filled bottle at the wall, 'curses!' he declared and walked away muttering instructions to clean up.
the dwarfs begun to get out mops and buckets, they needed to sterilise the whole room, wash away the blood, the discarded bits of flesh.
they had been working for three days and nights with no rest, all exhausted and delirious, filled with terror so when the beast opened it's eyes it did take a little while for them to register fear, but by then it was to late, the beast had risen and dispatched all the dwarfs to the next life, tearing them apart like bits of bread, blood everywhere and tiny organs and limbs hanging from the chains and pulleys.
the beast made a clicking sound, it staggered over to the operating room, sniffing the air, picking up traces of its maker, it followed the trail.
the doctor was off course in a deep sleep, dreaming of creating strange new beasts, combinations of different animals mixed up with humans, he wanted to experiment with insects and gene splice insect dna with human, he had already done preliminary experiments but could not get the spark of life correct, the electricity that runs through all living things. he figured it came from the same source as lightening, perhaps the lightening was not enough, he would have to think about amplification. in his mind he had constructed a human wasp creature, it was capable of flying at great speeds and had beautiful yellow and black markings, and perhaps he could attach some sort of sting to it, maybe upon its head like a unicorns horn.
it was at this point he began to hear the clicking. opening his eyes he could make out the huge head, the whiskers and ears were not human, the clicking, was dolphin. he leapt out but found himself thrown against the wall. the beast came up to him fast, it moved quicker than he imagined, showing no signs of trauma, no signs of sluggishness, the eyes burned with intelligence but something else, anger.
it clicked at him, on hand wrapped around his throat, it clicked.
the doctor flayed his arms around, he started frothing at the mouth and gasping, the room started to loose detail, his eyes slid shut and then he found himself being lifted and carried.
back inside the operating room the creature laid the surgeon down, it begun to strap the doctor onto the table with it's big hands, it took a while to adjust the straps and make the doctor secure and the doctor would not stop babbling, the beast grabbed a scalpel and grabbed the doctors tongue, slicing as much of it off as possible, blood spurted across the room. when the beast was done the doctor was a mess. a mass of wriggling flesh, without form, bones broken and exposed, organs all working but exposed, in trauma, the beast looked upon his work. it was time to work upon the brain of the doctor.
it drilled a hole exposing the brain matter, and attached electrodes, the creature was not sure what would happen, it was just following a sequence it had observed while laying upon the bench, it felt no pain but knew the doctor would, it was motivated by revenge, a simple impulse that filled his body. there were no others, no desire for food or water, no requirements to continue life, just to exact revenge. then its purpose would be complete and it would die.
it flipped the machine on and the doctors eyes opened wide.
he had left his body, he could see the events being played out as he hovered above, gazing down at the scene. it was like theatre, actors, he smiled but it was no smile, he didn't have a face, he was just like a ghost. he looked at his body, it was a bloody horrible sight, repulsive. the whole room was blood soaked, he laughed again, not laughing but it felt like he was. the thing he had created was standing over his body, as he floated above the thing he had made, it was surreal but he could not inhabit his body, it was dead, dying, distorted beyond form, he would fade soon, pass from existence unless...he started descending down, he was filled with the horror of the inevitable, as he looked down upon the pile of flesh, his own body, his old body.
the new one was pain, it was a batch of nerves and neurones firing strangely passionate impulses of revenge and satisfaction, it was primitive and awkward, it moved fast though through the doors and along corridors, his mind thought articulate thoughts but they translated through the expressions of  clicking sounds, and his legs where aching from supporting his weight. he reached for the laudanum and took a big swig, 'there's work to be done,' he muttered as he manipulated a pair of electronic tweezers towards a incapacitated wasp.