"What are you doing up so late?" Her mom asked, smiling warmly. Jazz couldn't answer, she was too caught up on what was on the table between her parents.
They had cut into him, the flaps of skin and muscle pinned back like the frog she dissected just last week. All his organs were exposed, or at least what was left of them. Most of them were now floating in jars of green liquid. Ectoplasm was everywhere, it coated the floor around her parents feet, the table, and most importantly Danny. It dripped down his limp fingers with a slow plip plip plip and marred his hair, turning his skin a glowing green. The worst part about it? He was still alive, green eyes the same color has his blood pleading with her, begging her to make it stop.
And her parents, if she could even call them that, were still smiling. "Go to sleep now, sweetie. We're almost finish." Jazz couldn't stand of anymore. She ran out of the lab, not caring where she went as long as it wasn't there. The image of Danny's mutilated body followed her, mixed with the smell of ectoplasm and disinfectant.