H Doren, more comonly known as Icarion among his patients, was walking home from the clinic. He had been up to his elbows in intestines all day, fighting to keep a patient whose only ID indicted he was called "Neo" There had been a rash of injuries and deaths lately, and they happened to the strangest people too. He had saved someone called "Element" earlier in the week. Damn Hippies and their wierd ass names. Tomorrow he was looking at another patient named "Penguine". He contemplated the manner of the recent deaths. Destroyed, dismembered, shot, he'd seen it all that week. "If I could catch that killer, I'd break my oathe, and choke the life out of him," Icarion thought. He turned on to the block of his house and saw something he had feared his whole life. His eyes widened, and he managed to whisper "Damnation..." Then they were on him, those damned unaccepting bastards.
H Doren was a genius, both in the OR and out of it. He had graduated Highschool as Valedictorian, and got his Masters' degrees in Biology and Operational Surgery in only four years at Harvard. Every day, when he wasn't saving people, he was pushing his field of science farther and farther. He had encountered many opposers of his work. Death threats had rolled in from every conservative body in the country. He had written them off as confused staments from ignorant fools, but now he saw teh truth. Even the biggest idiot, the most incompetant man could change the world. Just as this pathetic mob of crazies was about to do. They would erase all of his life's work, setting back medicine decades.
A steely reslove overcame Icarion. He marched towards the angry mob and spit on the ground. "I hate you, and everything you stand for. Had I a gun, I would gun you down where you stand, oathe be damned. Know that you set the world back years, and that I could have saved you. But you had to come here, to kill me."
A savage grin broke Icarion's face. "Well, what are you waiting for you bastards?" With that the mob charged. The next morning, a call was placed to the police. Icarion's neighbor had woken up at 6 AM and looked out his window. Hanging from the street lamp, was medical genius, H "Icarion" Doren, killed by the ignorant masses.