Preys & Predators IV; Monster and Witches Chapter 20

 

20.

Victor stepped towards the generator looking at it outside the lab. It was covered with the wrap there. He had not looked inside but stood there.

“The great interest in electricity as well as the effects of electricity on bodies—whether electricity might be the ‘spark of being’ that animates life.”  Victor was told by numerous mentors of the works. “We need to explore it more. The electricity currents work like our blood flows; it animates other workings.”

“Mary?” Victor mumbled to himself. He then shook his head. He felt himself drawn to the creation. He had called it his creation before; no name was given. It was Henry who named it. Henry loved it.

Henry, his aide, who was a simpleton and yet displayed more humanity in his works.

“Was I ……. The innate being here? I had life brought to it.” Victor asked himself. He was trying to do God’s work, and yet he was distancing himself from the real purpose of the work. Life was created by God, and yet with life, God did not forego its creation. It gave it life, and with life, the purpose of living it, with the mind to decide its action.

“I did that?” Victor pondered his thoughts. “When I created …… Mary, did I create life? Or was it a machine to be handled with the power on and off function? God… I am a monster if it was.”

“Mary was not the creation. It is not a machine. It was the work of … God through me.” Victor was shuddering in his mind. “I was given the opportunity to do it, and yet I did not see it.”

“God, I am …… God, am I mad? I am doing what is yours. I am truly the ………. monster here. It may be why I was unable to do it again.”

“God, I am sorry. Please accept me back into your fold.” Victor fell to his knees then. “I am a ……. Monster.”

“Master Victor, what is wrong?” It was Sven who saw him his knees there. “I heard you call out. Are you alright?”

“No, Sven. I betrayed God. I was …….” Victor looked at the man who had served his father for years. “I am a …….”

The scream echoed then, and Sven looked towards the mansion.

“The girl! She may be in trouble.” Sven rushed off to the mansion, leaving Victor still on his knees.

“Wait for me, Sven. I am coming too.”  Victor pushed himself up and followed Sven. They ran into the mansion and heard the eerie shrieks. It from the chamber upstairs. They rushed up and saw a dark figure floating out in a hurry. The duo made their way into the chamber and saw Rudolf standing there holding the young lady. Sven saw the man crouched there picking up what looked like a mass of flesh. He was without his rifle, but his part training taught him to charge forth.

Sven caught hold of Abel who was crouched there by the back of the neck and swung the other across the chamber. He was elderly, but his strength was still very much in him.

“Bastard!” Sven rushed after the fallen younger man when Rudolf stepped in between them.

“Sven! He is a friend.” Rudolf called out while he restrained the man. “He saved our lives.”

Sven stopped in his tracks and looked at Rudolf.

“What happened here?” Sven asked. “Are you okay, Sir?”

Brown stood there by the trees and watched the mansion. He heard the scream and then saw the two men running to the mansion. Part of him wanted to rush there, his constabulary training told him, but he stayed back. He stood there and saw another figure had rushed out from a distance. He recognized the figure as one of the constables.

“You are well trained, Sir,” Brown hollered out. Allen, who was the one seen by Brown, stopped there. He then approached Brown.

“Who are you? Wait, I know you. You were with the ……” Allen had stepped too close towards Brown and did not have any chance to avoid the other from grabbing him at the throat. Brown, with his enhanced strength, was to crush the windpipe of the other before any sound could be called out.

Allen fought free of the hold. He stumbled back and crouched there.

“Not so fast, Enforcer. I am a witch too.” Allen looked at the other. “I am not easily defeated.”

“Pardon me. Impudent pup.” Brown kicked at Allen at the face. “Marcos, grab him. Put a spell on him.”

“Huh?” Marcos called on the one spell he recalled. “Со врските на Тора, запрете го човекот. (By the binds of Thora, stop the man.)

Allen felt the muscles in his body tighten and was unable to counter the spell when Brown stomped on his face. The stomp broke his jaw and then his air passage.

“No incantations, witch man.” Brown pressed down on his feet. Allen slumped on his frame, and then Brown dragged him into the woods. Brown felt good then. The kill gave him an elated feeling.

“Was it needed, Enforcer?” Marcos asked when he saw the other dragged the body into the woods.

“Do not question my work, Novice.” Brown cautioned the other. “I knew of your spells. Do not try to hit me from the back. I know how to counter them all. We will meet now with Jae.”

When Brown arrived at the spot where Jae was last seen, he felt the uneasiness in his mind. He smelled blood there, and looked around. He saw the specks of blood and flesh. He looked at the oak tree and sensed it.

“Jae…” Marcos called out.

“Dispose of the body here. He is not one with us.” Brown turned toward Marcos. “There is danger here.”

“How?” Marcos asked.

“The woods are haunted.” Brown had used the term that others have said. He was not like any other. He was a witch man too. The witches worked with the spirits of the woods. He looked to the oak tree.

“Pardon us, golden tree. We have tasks to do.” Brown turned to look at Marcos.

“Used your skills again, Novice.” Brown told the other. “Or covered it with the leaves. The creatures here will devour the body. The task had become……. Hazardous.”

At that moment, Elizabeth stood at the corner, watching the others chain the constable to the clamps at the wall. Lilith had done her task as required.

“Constable, I think I saw a lady hurt there.” Lilith had approached Jeeves. “Please hurry.”

“I……” Jeeves was reluctant, but his call of duty made him follow her. His training as a witch was still the learning stages. Their walk was long but soon arrived at the alley. Jeeves was getting impatient and stopped the lady.

“Where are we going? Do I know you form somewhere?” Jeeves asked. He had tried to read the lady, but something was blocking him. He was a witch by training, and much he had to learn from the Warlock.

“We are there.” Lilith turned towards the constable. “You knew me before.”

Jeeves felt the hand on the back of his neck. The pressure there caused him to black out. Next thing when he was aware, he was chained to the wall. The place was damp and smelled of blood.

“Where am I?” Jeeves asked. He saw then the lady before him. She was Ms. Muriel.  “Ms. Muriel? Let me loose, please.”

“I cannot,” Elizabeth said.

“I will ……” Jeeves tried to contact the Warlock. “I……”

Jeeves was to call on the spell to break free but nothing happened. His voice was soundless.

“Your spell, witch man? I am afraid that is not possible. The Wiccan have placed a binding spell here in the basement. You are …… all alone.”

“Why, Ms. Muriel? I am not a threat to you.” Jeeves pleaded. “The Warlock will find me. He can reward you. Please release me.”

“Where is the lady I met?” Jeeves recalled meeting the other witch.

“She is not here. And I disliked witches. And especially the Warlock, well... I do not dislike you now. Maybe soon, then it will be hell to pay then.” Elizabeth smiled. “I wondered, where is my demon?”

“Beezer!” Elizabeth called out. “Where are you?”

“Here, Mistress. I am here.” Beezer appeared with the ragged look. “The creature got me, but I have not perished yet. Not yet…”

Beezer then collapsed on the flooring.