Destiny Falls

Mr. Sypher stood on the balcony attached to his room, staring out over his island. Somewhere out there someone was crying. Dying. Fucking. Stealing. Killing. Living. Loving. Hating.

He took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of the lives that he was controlling, and smiled.

New ones were coming. He could see the ferry coming in, bringing new life to the island, and that meant one thing. 

"Time to make room, brother," he said softly, sensing his brother standing behind him before he ever spoke.

"Nancy, for God's sake, how many times do I have to tell you, bandages in the left drawer, not the right." Dr. Christopher Byrne scowled at his nurse, who rolled her eyes and showed him the array of bandages, needles, gauze, liquid cleansers and everything else she'd "rearranged." He really should reprimand her, but after a couple of bumps of something special he'd procured from Hugo...well.

Let's just say Dr. Byrne was in a fine mood.

"You have a patient in the second room," Nancy said, pursing her lips. "She's blonde. You'll like her."

"Now, now, Nancy, no need to be negative." Byrne grinned as Nancy huffed. He cleaned his hands thoroughly, then went into the second room to see the patient.

He'd called them home, and now they had to report. Talk to him. Look him in the eye and tell him that they were going to stop fucking up. He loved them, but he wouldn't have raised them to be the - squeamish - creatures that they were, his sons.
They were utterly devoid of the devotion they should feel for him, if for nothing more than the fact that he'd saved both of their lives.
Without his blood pumping through their veins, they would be utterly useles. Unlike Miss Smith...
Smiling to himself, he thought he might make an example.