Before The Storm

The blade keenly zipped through cold flesh, freeing the shoulder joint from its fleshy confines.
"This choice cut will better serve you, my child, than it did its former master," the doctor whispered.
With practiced precision, his needle and thread pierced lifeless skin, attaching the appendage to its new host.
"Your strength will be unrivaled."
His chest swelled with pride as his eyes ran over his creation. "A place for everything, and everything in its place."
Everything, except the brain; that was the final piece of this grisly puzzle.
He shuddered, imagining the potential for greatness, which lay before him.