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Entry for the Doctor D. Mencher contest (no title):
by Luz del Sol
Act One, Scene One
Talking on the phone.
Lisa: Don't, I hear he's constantly under investigation.
Clara: I have to! You know that Kenney needs this operation, and I can't afford to go to anyone else!
Lisa: But, Clara, he's unlicensed, he works underground. There have been rumors that many people have died; that he killed them! You can't trust your son's life to this man, can you?
Clara: It's not like I have much of a choice.
Act One, Scene Two
Dr Mencher's apartment. There are photos and newspaper clippings covering the walls, little furniture.
Dr Mencher: Yes, hello? Who are you?
Clara: (From offstage) Clara Newman. We spoke a day ago; you can operate on my son?
Dr Mencher: Shh! Goddammit, woman. Yes, yes. Okay, okay, come in.
Clara: Come on, Kenney. (Enters with Kenney.)
Kenney: Mom-mee, I wanna lay down.
Dr Mencher: Oh, my boy, you'll be able to lay down soon enough. Soon enough.
Kenney: Mom-mee, that man's scary.
Clara: Hush, Kenney, he's going to help you get better.
Dr Mencher: Yes, yes, I am. Right this way. Please. And goddamit, keep your voices down!
Kenney: Sor-ree.
Dr Mencher: Ma'am, you have to wait here.
Clara: Why? I want to be there!
Dr Mencher: No, you can't be. That's why I said you have to wait here. Goddamn...
Clara: No, this is important! I want to see what you're doing to my son!
Dr Mencher: Then go look at pictures in a medical textbook! You. Stay. Here!
Clara: (glares)
Dr Mencher: Come along with me, Kenney.
Kenney: Mom-mee, I want to stay with you!
Clara: See?
Dr Mencher: My God! Kid! No, you come with me! Woman! You stay here. That's how it works! (Pulls Kenney offstage.)
Act One, Scene Three
The operating room. There is an operating table and a small cart with tools on it. Dr Mencher wears a surgical mask, gloves, and scrubs.
Dr Mencher: Okay, boy, you hop up on this table. (Kenney lays down on operating table.) Okay, we need to knock you out before we start operating. This may hurt a little. (Injects Kenney, causing Kenney to scream.) Oh, shut it, boy! Do you want that goddamn woman knocking down my door, just because you can't handle a little prick?
Kenney: (sniffs) I'm sor-ree.
Dr Mencher: Yeah, yeah.
Kenney: (Falls unconscious.)
Dr Mencher: About damn time! Now, we're going to need.... Ooh, first we'll be needin' this baby. (Picks up large saw.)
Act One, Scene Four
Dr Mencher's apartment.
Clara: (Looks around at pictures, newspaper clippings. Anxious.) Hm, it looks like he has quite the reputation. (Picks up newspaper clipping. Reads from it.) 'Doctor Dwight Mencher, surgerical professor at Ana College, School of Medicine, recently removed a tumor from the brain of the elderly Betty Million, saving her life. In just one month, he has saved three other lives, and his research at the university is what many of his colleagues call “breakthrough.” “It's really amazing to see him work,” says James Pacheco, a student at the university. “I help him out with research sometimes, and, man, he's such a genius, it's actually kind of hard to keep up.”' Well, that at least can quell some of my fears. Oh, but what's this one? (Picks up another newspaper clipping.) 'Dr Dwight Mencher, the renowned surgical professor at Ana College, was recently fired due to allegations of malpractice after two of his patients died on the table.' Oh my God! Why would he keep that out here for people to see! My poor baby! He's going to kill my baby!
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Margaret looked up from the script. “Let me guess, he kills her poor baby?”
“No. I mean, c'mon, look at how many pages there are left in that thing, you think it would really end like that?” Alvin, the boy who had brought the script of A Whiff of Death to Margaret, stated.
“Fine. How's it end, then?” Margaret asked, clearly not even considering this play for their fall performance.
Alvin, however, was never good at reading people, and thought the girl was curious about the sci-fi thriller he'd shown her. “Well,” he began excitedly, “later on, Clara finds this picture of this kid. She's all, 'Hm, I wonder what this is.' Then Mencher comes out, and he goes, 'Ah, that was my son. He died of a liver infection. I couldn't save him,' and it goes into this big monologue. And Clara says, 'Oh, that sucks,' and Mencher's like, 'Yeah, it does,' and he just whips out that big-ass saw from earlier, and kills her. Then there's another monologue. Turns out, Mencher was fired and had his medical license revoked because those two people he killed on the operating table? Yeah, he killed them on purpose. He's like, 'Oh, I gotta save my boy,' and he takes their livers to give to his son. But then his son died anyway. And Mencher totally snapped. He preserved his son's brain, and now every single person brought in to him, he kills them and takes a healthy organ from them. And now he's transplanted every organ into Kenney's body, and he's traded Kenney's brain for his kid's brain, so now Kenney is, like, totally his some replacement son. Seriously! And then later on, like in the end, Mencher's just like, 'Son, it's been a long time.' And the kid's like, 'Yeah'. And it's freaking mind-blowing!”
“What? That's illogical. It's scientifically incorrect! How could that even work? Anyway, it seems moronic,” Margaret said nonchalantly. “How about we do Wicked. I hear it's a hit.”
“No! A Whiff of Death is fantastic!”
“It's melodramatic bullshit that no one will pay to see. It'd be wise to get rid of this.” She tore the script in half, giving rest to the horrible legacy of Doctor D. Mencher. May its pages never be seen again.
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Baron Samedi by Christina Jeter
Just because I say that I am sorry doesn’t mean that the hurt I cause someone immediately goes away.
If we are all made in GODs image then we must also possess his power and in having so, it wasn’t enough for me to use it for his well being but just like the devil and I chose to use it against him. Now that I am condemned forever I have nothing but time to relish in the fact that I am death. My name is Dr. D. Mencher and I have a story to tell and currently being the mood I am in is good I want to let you know a secret that can change the human world.
You may wonder why I chose to associate myself with people of different backgrounds and lifestyles, the reason being is because I can understand the fact of what lead them to the position they are currently in state. Many people only want company they can benefit from and can’t handle those who don’t want to be entertained by their company. For me I infect those who don’t want me like second hand smoke and corrupt the moral of the self proclaimed righteous like the intoxication of those who drink rum.
My name means symbolizes the beginning and with that I am the giver and taker of life and death and with the decision to carry you into the underworld or keep you in the morality of life I say don’t become brainless like me. We are all witness of some in justice and even thought we do not stick up for it you should not stand for it. I have seen the innocent betrayed by being taking advantage of and instead of staying true to their naïve nature they have developed and become hateful to those who have destroyed their path.
I know my wisdom can cure any mortal the reason being that we are all being tested and sometimes when we fail we don’t get a second chance. They say in order to be old and wise you have to be young and careless. The blankness you see in my eyes is not because I don’t care; it is because I have nothing to care about. The actions you take against someone be very sure you can take the results they have to give back!
Being Dr. D Mencher my over all opinion is always seen to be right or do you still question me with a second opinion?
Written By:
Christina A. Jeter
