Monday, January 27, 2025

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 20

 

20.          Medicine and Psychology

 

Doctor Watson was seated on the chair at the unit. He had seen Holmes leave after receiving a note from one of his boys. The doctor was to follow but was told to stay there.

“Our hare may be abounded.” Watson was told.

“Hare?” The doctor was not amused. It was a rarity when Holmes ever mentioned hunting unless it was the foe of the two-legged preys; technically the hare was two-legged, but the hare was still considered among the animals grouping. So were the chickens and ducks, but they cannot speak the language understood by mankind. The vocal expression of mankind in pain was equally understood, but no one cares when it is an animal, but over the ages, the doctors have perfected it by the calls of it. One day, physicians would have charts to denote the level of pain like music scores.

Doctor Watson saw the housemate of his left with his full attire but not the walking cane. Perhaps he was not in need of it as it was daylight. It was nighttime when you felt safer with a walking stick. Bartitsu was the art of self-defence learned by the other for his own protection. It was a combination of the elements of boxing, jujitsu, cane-fighting, and French kickboxing. 

“He would not stand one round with John.” John L. Sulivan was the world champion in bare knuckles and gloved. The doctor smiled, although boxing was not his sport, but like many, he cheered or jeered them from the sidelines.

The doctor then focused his mind on the unit. The stacks of prints and notes are stacked to Holmes’s side while the walking boundary area looked clear; there were still the single prints there. He declined to pick them up and gave his thoughts to the visit at Newgate Prison.

It was an honor to be in the company of the esteemed professor then.

“A most remarkable place. It differs so much from ours in my home country.” The professor had commented. “The Saint Giles Prison is more recent than yours. We treat the inmates with reasonable care. The doctors were there to treat the infirm, and like myself, we also treat the mental state of the inmates.”

(Extract from https://scholarlycommons.law.northwestern.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?referer=&httpsredir=1&article=2024&context=jclc).

“In all fairness, Belgium has a differing view on the incarceration of offenders.” Doctor Watson had replied to defend the system deployed there. He has his share of sympathy for the reform there, but the prisons were undermanned and overcrowded. Hard labour was a common punishment. Many Victorians believed that having to work very hard would prevent criminals from committing crime in the future. The crank and the treadmill: Prisons often made prisoners do pointless tasks such as turning a crank up to 10,000 times a day. Or walk for hours on giant circular tread mills. (Extract from https://www.bbc.co.uk/bitesize/articles/zck3n9q#zp6xxbk )

“We lived in different realms, if I may say.” The professor smiled. “Let us visit some of the inmates here.”

“You may leave your cloak with the guards while inside.” Doctor Watson suggested to the Professor.

“No, it is okay. I do feel chilly without my cloak.” The Professor declined the suggestion. The visitation yielded little results, for the sharing was more confrontational than what it was supposed to be. The duo soon took leave of the prison and boarded the coach to return to their abodes.

“Are you implying that criminals are mad, Professor?”

“Not mad, but mentally challenged.” The professor explained. “Criminal behaviour is attributed to maladjustment and dysfunctional personality. Some criminologists were not averse to the principle of confinement and often favoured increased penalties like how we interned the mentally challenged.”

“It was designed to protect them from... hurt and also...”

“A stigma of processing. We kill to avoid being killed.” The professor held his view.

“Yet they kill for whatever reasons they may hold." Doctor Watson defended the incarceration of violent offenders.

“Yes, that may be their... intentions, but what drove it. I have founded the psychoanalyst to form theories and concepts surrounding the existence of mental illness and its interconnected nature with human behaviour. Throughout my research, I can conclude that behaviour can be explained through the analysis of one's experiences and trauma, giving accountability to the motivation of a person's actions.”

“The interpretation of his findings concluded a person can adapt his/her behaviour from childhood experiences to become a part of the hidden consciousness state. I studied unobservable behaviour—parts of the personality that are not visibly noticeable within one's nature and, on a basic level, cannot be explained.”

“I am still compiling my findings till now. It is unconclusive, for the depth of the mind is vast. We may be using only a small fraction of our brain... perhaps less than ten percent.” (Extract from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychoanalytic_criminology).

“And how will you... surmise on the recent murders?”

“I can say it is the work of some men with the desire to preserve the organs for their trophies or research. Do you recall the works of Mary Shelley of Frankenstein?”

“A wild imagination of a lady.” Doctor Watson remarked.

“A lady she is, but her writing of the horrifying events was of pioneering view from her gender.” Professor Freud smiled. “You spoke out of ego that the female gender may not or should not be doing such tasks. I can assure you that one day in the future, we may regret that attitude.”

“A slip of my tongue there.” Doctor Watson apologized.

“A slip of the mind will be more appropriate.” The professor narrowed down the workings there. “Mary Shelley’s works are novels that express the tragedy of conflicts within an individual consciousness. Frankenstein is riven by the competing forces of his social conscience (his Super-Ego), his conscious desires (his Ego), and his unconscious wishes (his Id). It will not be difficult to demonstrate the competition between Frankenstein and the Monster as dramatic representations of the ego-id conflict, but first it is necessary to produce a reason or an origin for the essential divisions that break Frankenstein apart.”

“The simplest explanation seems to be straightforward: Oedipal rivalry coupled with sexual fear and guilt. My understanding of the book plot was along with my readings of it.”

“Victor Frankenstein is a bright young man, but his feelings were on the contrary. His father repeatedly urges marriage upon him—something which Victor fears for he loved his mother and detests the rivalry there, hence my oedipal effect. She was still very much a young lady, and it was seen when she gave birth to his other brothers, Ernest and William. And later, for some reason, the family adopted Elizabeth. She was an attraction to him but took great pains to avoid and then put off marriage to her—a marriage which his mother wished for on her death bed.”

“Frankenstein’s psychological conflicts, or his mental association was with sex and death.”

“Hmmm….” Doctor Watson nodded. It was his way of sharing that he was agreeable, but who could argue otherwise with the master of the subject then?

“Subconsciously, the object of his unconscious sexual desire, which is his mother, was removed when he viewed Elizabeth differently. Moreover, his mother’s death from scarlet fever was contracted from Elizabeth herself. She died and killed his object of desire. She represents the threat of sexuality, which Frankenstein fears; at another, she is an object of forbidden desire; incest was the word; and at a third, she is the'murderer’ of his mother. At times, we blamed some other family member for causing the death of another out of anger.”

“From there, Frankenstein therefore has subconscious reasons for every one of the murders that follow: the death of William’s case; a sibling rivalry whom he felt had abandoned him in the family.”

“Soon Frankenstein leaves home, knowing that neglect of his friends and family is wrong and that his father would disapprove. It is not difficult to see the Monster as an image of Frankenstein’s secret sexuality: ‘it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its' limbs'—especially when the description of the Monster itself is suggestively close to what might be the implement of Frankenstein’s sexuality, complete with its appurtenances and products.”

“Intriguing….” Doctor Watson was looking for words to express his thoughts.

“Do not patronize me, Doctor. I am saying from my findings. The Monster created by Victor is... an image; no, it was a phallic image, a representation of Frankenstein’s conscious sexual guilt and fear, and an embodiment of his Id—the unconscious irrational impulses, the amoral libido-fuelled forces that can act either for good (creation) or evil (destruction and death).”

“Immediately after the monster was created, Frankenstein falls into a guilt-induced dream that wonderfully combines all his sexual anxieties—conscious and unconscious. The dream is so disturbing that Frankenstein awakes—and is described in almost the same terms as the Monster—'a' cold dew covered my forehead... and every limb became' convulsed'—whereupon the Monster appears to him—'He' held up the curtain of the bed... and his eyes were fixed on me,’ which is another stunning image of the Monster as Frankenstein’s sexual guilt. One notes that it is then Frankenstein who runs away from the monster—that is, releases it to perform his unconscious wishes. Frankenstein himself falls ill and is nursed back to health, back to social normality by his ‘conscience’, his Super-Ego figure, Clerval.”

“Who’s Clerval?”

“Victor’s boyhood friend, who nurses Victor back to health in Ingolstadt. After working unhappily for his father, Henry begins to follow in Victor’s footsteps as a scientist. His cheerfulness counters Victor’s moroseness.” The professor stared at Doctor Watson. “There were no other feelings besides the brotherhood sharing. Victor did not view Clerval as a threat.”

“The id-Monster is now at liberty as an amoral force, but with explicitly sexual impulses. Since he is ugly, a notion that Victor attributed to his appearance and, assumably, unable to be loved by a woman, it is a mate he requires of Frankenstein.”

“He demanded a creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself. He also knows that if this ‘passion’ is not gratified, it will turn from a desire for ‘the interchange of... sympathies’ into a wanton destructiveness. That is, the unconscious libidinous impulses of Frankenstein’s he represents will, if not properly gratified, turn from positive creative ones into something negative and destructive.” (Extract from https://mantex.co.uk/frankenstein-a-study-6/

“I have reached my house. Good night, Doctor Watson.’ The professor alighted from the coach, and slipped on the cloak. The doctor was left alone to his thoughts.

“I believe that there is another Frankenstein in the city. One that is equally deadly.” The professor had his last words towards Doctor Watson. The good doctor was making no progress on his findings at all.

The professor merely told what the mindset of a criminal or monster criminal is, but how does that relate to the murders? It was like a game of dice; you knew the numbers there, but the outcome was never foreseen unless you were a cheat.

 

 

 

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 19

 

19           Personalities apart?

 

Mary had booked a spot near Baker Street to watch what was going on there. She had learned from her experiences that if she was near there, she might be seen or reported to the prey. She got herself a seat by the roadside cafe that served tea and tiny pastries on the three-level tray. She had taken a vantage spot and dressed in the dark dress with the tight bodice; she blended in like any other lady that was there, but her long stay there required her to consume more than two pots of tea. It was a necessity to appease the proprietor while she took up the table but gave her more reason to use the privy.

Mary had brought along her dainty-looking glasses designed for the opera houses, but hers was modified the lens, and the latest edition of Bram Stoker's The Judge’s House. "The Judge's House" is a classic ghost story by the Irish author Bram Stoker. The story was first published in the December 5, 1891, special Christmas issue of the Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News weekly magazine. With Uncle’s assistance, she got the earlier edition before it was on sale.

Mary also has with her the small vase bag on the table.

“Another pot, Missy?” Mary looked up with the glasses propped on her nose. The image that she saw was a set of huge eyes and a rounded nose staring at her. That expression reminded her of the character from The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll that she enjoyed reading when younger. The character was March Hare, the mad rabbit with the quote, “You might just as well say,” added the March Hare, “that ‘I like what I get’ is the same thing as ‘I get what I like’!”

But the proprietor was to her could be one of the twins from the book, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, or with the third, it would be Tweedledamn.

Profanity, my dear, Mary smiled.

“I like that.” Mary nodded, and the pot was set for her after she exchanged the needed coins.

“The privy is still at the rear if you need it.”

Mary smiled at the older man and focused her eyes on the house on Baker Street. She was interrupted by the presence of a young man waving the cane.

“I say good day to you, my lady. Are you alone? Or waiting for someone?” The young man dressed in tweeds stood before her with the hips forward to express his desire. Mary looked at him and then at the lady standing nearby.

“I may be, but I doubt you are the one I am waiting for. So, bugger off before I used that cane on you up your butt.” Mary did not hesitate in her words.

“Wow! A lady of taste.” The younger man was still adamant on making the advances.

“Hey, bud. I am not keen on whatever you may have. Do me a favour and scram off before I offer you two more orifices in your groin.” Mary opened the valise bag to show the set of Colt Peacemaker. “It may give your friend more depth than yours.”

The gentleman took his leave, pulling the lady along. Finally, Mary was alone once more.

Or was it?

“May I share your table?” The man dressed in the Ulster coat and deer starker hat asked of her. She looked up and smiled. He nodded and called out his order for Lapsang Souchong, which is a rather exotic black tea, smoke-dried over a pinewood fire. The proprietor nodded and proceeded to prepare one pot.

“Mr. Vinnie Jones, make a fine pot of that tea.” Holmes smiled. “My apologies; my name is Holmes. Sherlock Holmes.”

“Mary Reid, of... Kansas.” Mary shook the hand offered by the other with her drawl of the accent.

“Kansas? Are you not far from home?” Holmes smiled. “Not being there... yet.”

“Yup, fell into the hole there and ended up here.” Mary smiled. “I am on...”

“Holiday, I presumed. I can assure you that the city is safer than Kansas. We do not carry guns here.” Holmes smiled. He had observed her antic with the younger man.

“I would not know, and neither would you since you have never been to Kansas. I was born and bred there, and we wore the gun belt before we even learned to undo one.”

“Most interesting. I must visit Kansas soon.” Holmes smiled. “I could do with a change of weather.”

“Come over in the summer to autumn. I am sure you will love it. We do have the occasional gun fights, but keep your hat on and run when the streets are empty at noon.” Mary smiled. “Tell me, Mr.... Holes, what do you do besides have the chat with ladies?”

“Holmes, is the name. Irish-Scottish by birth.” Holmes smiled. “I do not have any sizeable inheritance, but I can make do with my share of work.”

“And what that be?” Mary asked.

“I am an entrepreneur in the trade of criminology.” Holmes smiled. “And yourself besides watching the people on Baker Street?”

“I am... a purveyor of people. I am doing research on the peculiarities of people here.” Mary smiled. “The mode of their behaviour and...”

“Peculiarities? Mankind is a peculiar living organism.” Holmes smiled. “Among all the living organisms, we inhibit the quality to terminate another living for selfish reasons.”

“I thought it was the survival of the fittest.” Mary looked hard at Holmes.

“That is a necessity, but mankind’s rationale could be irrational at most times.” Holmes explained. “We are at the apex of the survival tier, and yet we kill for... pleasure.”

“Tell me more, Mr. Holmes. Does your work include the recent murders?”

“Absolutely. For one to take another person’s life is the ultimate aggression of the mind. You can be in rage and hurt someone, but hardly to kill that person, and when you do cross the threshold, it is total madness.”

“Are you implying that murderers are mad, Mr. Holmes?”

“I have put my findings to the test there many times and found acts are acts of madness driven by anger, greed, or even jealousy.”

“I may not stand for all of that. I believed murders, or rather the act of killing, can be... inflicted on by other factors that are uncontrollable. Like a rabid dog, it may kill, but that dog was diseased; hence, do we conclude the dog is a murderer or victim?”

“A good argument there.” Holmes smiled. It was a rarity for him to smile, nor did he have the wrong affinity in his orientation, but he was drawn to smile at Mary that day.

“I find our discussion most interesting. May we discuss the findings at my unit there? You may have known of the address. We could share notes.” Holmes smiled. “I am a decent gentleman in the house.” 

“And I am a perfect shot at the groin area.” Mary smiled.

 

 

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 18

 

18           Services not needed

 

“Mr. Mycroft, my services to the Government does not entail an intrusion into my private affairs. May I remind you that …….” Doctor Jekyll voiced out in anger. He had exited from his personal lab to meet the visitor which was rare. Mycroft is from the Government Section that financed his works, or rather theirs’ with a generous payout but there was also a mutual understanding he was not be harassed and given the luxury of doing his experiments which may benefit the Government.

In simpler terms, he was given carte blanche.

“An obvious fact but we feared for your well-being. As we speak now, my men are guarding you here. We also know that you have a guest here. A certain foreign guest by the name of ……” Mycroft was in a confrontational mood.

“I have my own security.” The Doctor snapped out.

“Yes, I am aware. Reinforced doors and windows, with steel plates and bars. We have changed that for you on several occasions, but you would not tell us the cause of it.”

“Those are my designs, and I was not obliged to tell you anything.” Doctor Jekyll had the doorways also fixed with hardened locks.

“Not now, but soon. Your experiments are long overdue for any reasons.” Mycroft cautioned the other. “Do not spend time with your friends.”

“Count Vlad Tepes is here on my invite. He does not leave this unit without my permission. He had not done so and will be treated as my personal guest.”

“Count Dracula to be more precise. Is he here for treatment, Doctor? On what? His blood sucking desire?”

“I do not disclose my guest’s intention nor his reason for the stay.” Doctor Jekyll was in the state of rage. “Neither is my intention.”

“Your guest is a killer; not of a few but mass murderer. His reputation of being a ……” Mycroft outburst was interrupted by the arrival of a lady who admitted him.

“Count Tepes is not a vampire as many of them had said he was one. He is a King on my land, and should be accorded the same respect here.” Rosa who was had retired to her chamber marched out. “Your unfounded accusations are based on rumours and …….”

“Is your Count still alive after so many years? Do you attribute his longevity to good living and fresh air? My King holds that but he lived the life mortal. We all die before we reached the long age of hundred or even less when we are faced with death when it chose to appear.” Mycroft looked to the lady. “And who are you to address me?”

“I am Rosa Quasi ……” The lady spoke her name but stopped by Doctor Jekyll.

“You have over stayed here, Mycroft. Leave now.”

“I will do when I am ready. Meantime, your evening walk with this lady was reported to me. She had shown her killing moves which left two burly men injured.” Mycroft glared at the lady. “Please be advised the men died that night soon after the two of you left.”

“Dead? Impossible.” Rosa was stunned. “I merely stunned them then.”

“Yes, they were. The coppers found them later and that report came also to my attention.” Mycroft looked at the Doctor. “Both of you were seen leaving the park and was tailed by my men, leaving us not able to see how the men could had died, but gruesome will be the word. It was only later that I was advised. No one saw the murder but we suspect it was her.”

“She did not leave the unit.” Doctor Jekyll defended Rosa.

“Not with your knowledge. She had been seen climbing the walls by my men.” Mycroft said. “At night.”

“Obviously, your guests are very active at night.” Mycroft looked at her and then to the doctor. “I would not presume any other activities which we are not keen to know…… yet.”

“Leave now, Mycroft. I will terminate my services the Government immediately.” Doctor Jekyll raised his voice.

“Who will then pay the bills, Doctor?” Mycroft prodded the doctor. “She? Or her Count?”

“Get out, Mycroft.” Doctor Jekyll held out on his emotions.

“Remember this, Doctor Henry Jekyll. You cannot terminate the arrangement. Only we can. Good night, Doctor.” Mycroft took his leave then and Doctor Jekyll was furious. He felt his blood raging and excused himself to his own chamber.

“Rosa, you took a risk there.” Count Vlad appeared. “Our host has been a good one, but why must you scale the walls?”

“I am sorry, Master. I was curious and bored. I had to know if you were fine then.” Rosa lowered her head towards the count. “My family had pledged to serve you and only you.”

“The servitude of your family will be repaid by me when I am cured.” Count Vlad held out his arms to console the lady. “Once I am cured, I will destroy the castle and end the myth of Count Dracula. I am already controlling my appetite for blood, and hopefully Doctor Jekyll will find my cure.”

“Rosa, I desire to... die soon.” Count Vlad smiled. “Let us move on.”

In the chamber of Doctor Jekyll, the doctor retrieved the vials. He strapped himself to the specially designed chair with the iron clads for his limbs and his head. He had the vial attached to the contraption; he could operate with his right feet. The contraption was lowered to his exposed right arm, and the vial contents were injected into there through the syringe.

It was supposed to alter his body chemistry to make him counteract the rage of his inside. He needed that to ease the pain; it was the result of his previous attempts to create the super warrior. He was the patient, and his last tests had him losing his mind to another personality with immense strength. He had destroyed his lab during those rages. That accounted for the heavy reinforced doors and windows.

An experiment that went wrong.

He had fixed the antidote.

“The vial... It will calm me down. I must remain calm.” Doctor Jekyll told himself, but the rage in him was too strong.

“Rosa!” That was the last memory recalled by the doctor before he blacked out. It was sexual in the dream.

 

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 17

 

17           The works

 

Mrs. Hudson heard the front door opened, and peeked out. She has the living famous; albeit undisclosed to public and had to ensure that her tenant was comfortable. He does not invite anyone in though there will be the ones that will be told to see him there; mostly distinguishable people, once some royalty but her lips are sealed, and the occasion copper like Inspector Lestrade and of course the impeccable Mycroft with his flowers; The latter made no move on her; bless her late husband’s soul.

“Who is it?” Mrs. Hudson brushed her hands on the apron while calling out. In her apron pocket was the Webley Pistol for the stopping power of the shot. She was no fan of the Derringer.

“I like them barrel long and hard.” She told her instructor then who coacher her on the gun. “Bless the husband, he has that.”

What she meant was her husband, Frank Hudson died on the other continent undisclosed to the friends and families while they were on vacation. She returned to the city with her husband’s gun, and her left arm in the sling. She had then given the house at Baker Street with a pension. She soon housed her long staying tenant and acted as his prorector at times. She had seen off unwanted guests including end of the world soothsayers to notorious criminals.

“Holmes lived here?” The last one was a hired killer who appeared on the kitchen door. He was dressed like a gentleman but his shoes were of the wrong fit; army boots to be exact.

“And you are to find him next door. Mine is Cagney, proud Irish we are. Them Scottish folks yonder.” The killer turned to leave but Mrs. Hudson called him back.

“You did not ask for my scones.” Mrs. Hudson fired her pistol with the experimental Hale Palmer’s silencer. It worked for none of the neighbours poured over for condolences. She told herself to tell Mycroft it worked well and bloody deployed them to the others fast. She later covered the body with the cloth and the services disposed of the body discreetly.

“It is me, Mrs. Hudson.” Doctor Watson called out when he saw the lady was in her thoughts. He walked to the kitchen; his limp barely noticeable unless he takes the stairs.

“How is he?” Doctor Watson was ever concerned on his friend, and patient, and at times his adversary; as sometimes doctors feel on their uncooperative patients who will deny their care.

“He is alive, I will conclude. He was out several times, and even at the later hours. Missed his supper twice but ate his scones.” Mrs. Hudson returned to her baking. “No other visitors since but of his errand boys.”

“No withdrawals?” Doctor Watson asked. He was concerned on Sherlock reverting to his cocaine addiction.

“None as I could see. No vials or needles. I even checked his carpet slippers where he stores his tobacco.”

“He stored his tobacco there but does not ear that pair. He has another.” Doctor Watson smiled.

“He should unless he likes to smoke his own after taste of smelly toes.” Mrs Hudson smiled back. “Where were you for the last two days?”

“I was caught up with my own clinic.” Doctor Watson smiled. “One cannot live on idling works.”

He was with the Professor on the calls at Newgate Prison. The comment made by the Professor was well heard by many before: “Tis impossible to describe the terror of my mind, when I was first brought in, and when I looked around upon all the horrors of that dismal place…: the hellish noise, the roaring, swearing, and clamour, the stench and nastiness… joined together to make the place seem an emblem of hell itself, and a kind of entrance to it.”

Newgate Prison was once the most notorious prison in London. Commissioned in the 12th century by King Henry II, Newgate Prison remained in use all the way through to 1902. The prison itself was originally built into a gate on the old Roman wall (hence the name “Newgate”) although it was rebuilt numerous times during its lifespan. Newgate was a holding place for heretics, traitors, and rebellious subjects brought to London for trial. The prison housed both male and female felons and debtors. Prisoners were separated into wards by sex. (Extract from https://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryMagazine/DestinationsUK/Newgate-Prison-Wall/#:~:text=Newgate%20Prison%20was%20once%20the,the%20way%20through%20to%201902.)

It was due to be demolish then.

“Do go and see him. He is in those moods again.” Mrs. Hudson shooed the doctor off. “The scones will be ready by afternoon tea.”

Doctor Watson mounted the stairs and heard the plucking of the violin strings. He detested the violin, but he had learned to live with it. He had likened it to the shrills of the cats from the rear alley.

“Watson, please come in.” Holmes was courteous although Doctor Watson holds a room there in the unit. He does pay Mrs Hudson for it but she took only a small amount. The first thing the Doctor Watson saw was the scattered papers on the floor. He was used to the habit of Holmes leaving his work area untidy. He picked his way to the seat he was assigned.

“Have you seen blood?”

“Blood? I see them daily Why do you asked?”

“No, not blood but the blood at the crime scenes, or on the victim. Watson.” Holmes tone was of the ‘are you stupid.’

“Not so.” Doctor Watson decided to move his reply carefully.

“Elementary, my dear Watson. There were little of it there. I examined the scenes.” Holmes voiced out. “No wide splatter to denote savage mauling.”

“I am …….” Doctor Watson leaned back and gave his medical expression; how did I missed that.

“The removal of the organs was obvious but the trails of blood splatter were unconclusive. In my experiments when an incision was made to connecting vessels to the organs, the blood would have splatter out like a jet of liquid.” Holmes squeezed his hands to demonstrate the effect.  The splatter would have been …...wide, and far if no obstruction was there. And then the excess blood would have spilled over.”

Doctor Watson nodded. That was a possibility unless….

“I read your thoughts, Watson. Unless the blood was extracted in volume before the organs were cut.” Holmes gave his look not asking for approval but acknowledgement of his findings.

“With that assumption……” Holmes looked at the doctor. “The body holds several litres of blood; bucket full to be exact. So where is blood then? And how was it extracted within that time frame? I am aware of a blood pump but to do that will require an enormous pump.”

“Perhaps it was.” Doctor Watson was amused at the presumption.

“Mounted on a carriage but none was seen there or reported at all.” Holmes said. “Or was a work of a monster who sucked blood?”

“Holmes, are you on cocaine again?” Doctor Watson asked.

 

 

 

 

Monday, January 20, 2025

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 16

 

16           The working of the mind

 

Holmes was not a person to ignore possibilities until there were conclusions to it. He visited the murder scenes then, from the first reported one to the latest, and some other possibilities. In the city, an average of three murders were reported daily with numerous more unreported or classified as others. He focussed on the details like the missing organs, the murder act, and the proximity to draw up some map referencing. He then took in the details that others may have ignored or having eluded them.

Observation may lack detail scrutiny if the person doing it was performing functionary or careless, and inconclusive can be biased. The death of a vagrant may not be given the due examination compared to that of the gentleman. It was not the medical examiner fault but the overworked hours and lack of manpower was some factors.

The reports were there in the room alongside the print’s clippings and the short messages from the Baskervilles’ Boys Brigade or the Irregular they were named; youngsters on the streets who serve as Sherlock Holmes’ eyes and ears. They are inconspicuous to many onlookers and can be very attentive to details. Their leader named Wiggins recruited the boys; paid handsomely by Holmes for every tip or news told to him.

“Artful Dodgers they are.” Holmes praised his boys. The character Artful Dodger was from the writes in Oliver Twist.

“Killed!” Holmes was studying the print on the double murder in the park. Both victims were rowdies on the street with no fear for anyone, yet were killed in the park at night. They were mauled as reported and left there. Yet no one linked it to the other murders for they were the scums and not worth much to report on. The coppers had said their killing was due to rivalry, and their wounds were made by crude tools like meat pickers.

“The organs?” Holmes had frowned on the incomplete report. He had the medical examiner rewarded and was told the more complete findings.

“I did the autopsy. They were cut open by some tools, and some organs were cut but left there. I checked the organs and found it decaying. Probably from overuse of substances or alcohol. Nothing conclusive, and there were some other deaths that came for me to examine then.”

Holmes was not amused, but a line in the report intrigued him.

“Level of blood was low, and inconsistent. Had asked the coppers to check for the splatter there.”

Blood was essential to the body.

The humoral system of medicine, practised in Europe for hundreds of years, defined blood as one of four vital bodily fluids. To maintain good health and treat illness, it was believed that the four substances—or humours—needed to be kept in balance. A good balance between the four humours was considered essential to retain a healthy body and mind, as imbalance was thought to result in disease. The treatments for disease within humoral theory were concerned with restoring balance, either by removing an excess of one humour or promoting the production of another. Some involved simple changes to diet and lifestyle. But more aggressive treatments included purging the body with substances to induce diarrhoea and vomiting, or cutting open a vein to let blood out—a process known as 'breathing a vein'. It led to bloodletting. Leeches have a long association with bloodletting. They are a type of worm that, when applied to the skin, can suck out several times its body weight in blood. (Extract from https://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/objects-and-stories/medicine/blood)

Holmes had seen splatters of blood at murder cases, and it was mostly ignored or assumed was after process of the act. The splatters of the blood could determine many acts, from the mode of the incision to the force of it resulting in the direction of the splatter. A savage attack by an animal may result in the wide spread of blood but erratic in patterns, compared to a savage killer with the cleaver.

Holmes studied through the reports for blood and found little or none. He then took off to the crime scenes to trace the blood splatters. Due to the period concerned, he focuses on the more recent murders and scraped off samples of what he thinks are blood drops. The samples will go to his newly acquired tool; the compound microscope; Carl Zeiss Compound Monocular Microscope. He had that replaced to his ever-faithful unit; the Van Leeuwenhoek model.

A chemist without that tool was like a doctor who does not know what the medicine can do, or should do. Ever since, Holmes discover the beauty of ‘animalcules’ or ‘animalcula’; living Atoms did move, they put forth two little horns, continually moving themselves. He was intrigued by it and had collected his own library of samples; he had to kept them locked or Mrs Hudson will toss them out as trash. (extract from https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/early-microscopes-revealed-new-world-tiny-living-things-180958912/)

Holmes found nothing unusual there.

But not so for Doctor Jekyll. When he mixed the blood samples from the Count with some of his own concoction, he saw the blood cells multiplying. The cells merged and emerged bigger, or rather overcome the new cells in an aggressive mode before it reverts to it normal shape after some time.

It was unfounded before in his works.

Like an invasion and then annexure.

“Count, I will need more blood samples from you.”

“I thought you had my body fill of it.” Count Vlad smiled. “But please do.”

Doctor Jekyll did the extraction and found more puzzling results. The Count was transfused with the ‘voluntary’ convict’s blood and yet in the body, it was somehow evolved to match to the Count’s body.

“Did you feel any discomfort, Count?”

“No, I have not but an itch in some places but bearable.” Count Vlad asked. “Why do you ask?”

“I am still testing but do let me know if you feel any other discomfort.”

There was a knock on the door then. It was Rosa.

“Someone to see you. He said it was urgent. His name is Mycroft Holmes.”

 

 

 

 

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 15

 

15           The discussion of Ego

 

“The ego is the part of the personality that arbitrates between the animalistic desires of the “id” and the moral and social standards of the ‘superego’.” The Professor extended his stay at the city and was attending a dinner with some of the notable members of the city. It was a small gathering considering that thirteen seats were set there.

“Thirteen” The Professor had remarked. “Thirteen seems to be the preferred number around the round table here. Where I come from, thirteen is the least welcomed number.”

The gathered there all laughed at that.

“Numbers to be, or rather superstitious attachment to it by my understanding are fallacy, or should I bring it closer to my theory, an egoistic perception.” The Professor smiled. “Judas the thirteenth one seated at the table with Jesus though he collected more than that number of silver coins……”

“Never got to spent it all.” One of the attendees spoke out.

“Yes, he did not. Thank you for reminding me, Doctor Watson.” The Professor smiled. “The Templar Knights were condemned on the thirteenth, and …….”

“King Arthur held thirteen seats at the round table.” Mycroft Holmes commented. He was the host of the gathering and with Holmes decision not able to attend, Doctor Watson was the next on the dance steps.

“Yes, your fabled King have thirteen seats, and with him occupying the one seat, he had twelve knights, although it was told that there were several hundreds of the knights in his castle. I will say rather cramped in accommodation but we never knew the real Camelot existence and its size.”

“And the number of times, they had to greet the other knights …… Sir ……. Ah, Sir…… and Sir. It must be tiring.” Mycroft laughed but his joke was flat to the other attendees who were also knighted by the Queen. They felt their ego was trampled upon.

“The knights are his protector of the land but one was to ……. I would not use the term, betrayed but challenged him over a lady.”

“Sir Lancelot …… well to me, lived up to his motto of chivalry.” Mycroft defended the ‘errant’ knight. “He defended the lady there.”

“Was it? Or perhaps his ego stepped in, that saving it was needed.” Professor challenged back. He then backed down. “Pardon the rudeness on the issue. I am your guest and should not have said that.”

“Professor, if you may, please explain to us your views on the murders at the city. You may have heard of it.” Doctor Watson moved the subject rather abrupt. Mycroft glared at the Doctor for his silliness to raise such an issue then. The unofficial message was to stop it from becoming a scandal.

“The murders? Yes, there was one two days ago, and it caused an evacuation in the hall where I was lecturing.” The Professor smiled. “They all ran out of my lecture. The last time that happened that ever happened in my country was when there was an uprising of the people against the Netherlands then in 1830, and we got our first steps towards independence.”

“1839 I believe was the year.” Mycroft tried to impress the gathered. The Professor nodded.

“As was asked on my view to the murders which is by nature a crime. And criminality will be subject matter here.” The Professor leaned forth on the table, with his focus on Doctor Watson. His right hand was holding the glass of red wine. “Typically, in my view ……. mankind needs to develop their psyche from id-centred to develop a dominant ego. Failure to do so would lead to criminality. The limbic …… that’s part of the brain system is reflective of the psyche; the pre-frontal cortex controls rational decision-making, like the ego.” (https://resource.download.wjec.co.uk/vtc/2021-22/el21-22_14-3a/eng/individualistic-theories-of-criminality.pdf)

“Most fashionable!” One of the gathered quipped out.

“In my line of research, I have interviewed some people who had committed crimes of various degrees. I find the method of …… or rather encourages the patient to talk through their thoughts, with the aim to reveal repressed thoughts and trauma. This can raise ethical implications due to the power that the psychoanalyst has over the pattern of crime acts.” The Professor leaned back. He then focuses on the wine.

“The red wine here is different from the vineyards of my land.” The Professor held up the glass to the light. “It held the texture and looks may seems alike, but the taste of it when it reaches my taste buds are different. Claret, as you may called it here, but we named it the red wine back there, are blended by different wineries on their recipe for it. It will be a blend of the fruits, grapes and …… I am not an expert here, but the base of it is still the same grouping of ingredients with some variations.”

“My exact thoughts are why do the wine taste differently?”

“Well, it is the recipe maker who defines it. The approach, the technique, the …... ego behind it. All men are born equal but some will make their own path, and fewer will stay on to achieve it, and the ones that did are the rare ones who do achieve it, will praise themselves for their determination ……. Fuel by their ego.”

“Bravo!” Mycroft overlooked his optimism there. He had likened Sherlock to be one, and held his praise for his brother.

“Thank you, but the path to …… greatness can be diverse, with some leading to better things and others to …... bad things. A genius who commands criminal acts is one. That is the work of the superego or …. A failure of the ego, as I mentioned earlier …. That is part of the brain system is reflective of the psyche; the pre-frontal cortex controls rational decision-making, like the ego.”

“I am still learning, my fellow gentlemen.” The Professor smiled. “The working of the mind is vast than what we do know now.”

“Would you be keen to study the murders then, Professor?” The invite came from the Mayor of the City.

 

 

 

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 14

 

14           The pain of loving a monster

 

Rosa Quasi kept herself busy preparing the meals when the two gentlemen exit from the so named medical chamber. She was forbidden to go in at any time, by the strict doctor although she had attempted sneak peeks into the chamber. It was difficult and she took the uncanny approach of scaling the building walls to look for the window opening. There was the window but it was shuttered by the sliding vents there; operable from inside. She caught a glimpse of the chamber and saw the array of equipment; in her mind were that for she was not versed in the method of science but scaling the walls were her expertise.

The wall outside was typical of any other buildings that was with the height of five levels, with the balconies and the cracks that offered holds that she could use to climb. She has done it numerous times on the castle wall which was tougher and with the assistance of ropes and grapples, she managed it to clean bats guano on the cracks. It was done the climbing on the building there, not once but thrice since she was there, and at late night when she may not be noticed.

The Doctor occupied fully the highest level with a total of six chambers as he had called them. Three of the chambers were sleeping quarters, while another was the kitchen with the dining area, and there was living area with the shelves of books on medicine and related fields. The last chamber was barred from anyone entering unless authorized by the Doctor. Since she arrived with the Count, only the Count had been in there, and would not tell her of the interior. She had a glimpse once when the door was ajar, and saw the hidden side doorway at the other end of the chamber. She recalled there was a metal staircase there but could not be reached by the street level unless the portion of it was lowered.

“Ouch!” Rosa felt the cut on her index left finger when she accidentally cut herself while slicing the carrot. She sucked on the wound to ease her pain. She had worse injuries, but that time, she reacted like any others. She placed her finger on the cutting board and watched the blood seeped out.

Blood.

In her lifetime, she was told never to speak or reveal any blood in her work at the castle. It was the taboo in the castle. During the preparation of the meats, the doorway to the kitchen was locked, and only opened on completion of the task when the blood stains were all washed away.

Rosa was one of the two siblings of the Quasi; her brother was deformed on his spine, hence the hunchback appearance like the grandfather. She was not but maintained that appearance when she was to go out of the castle and with hood over her head, she was assumed to be the same hunchback that collected the supplies from the village. Her mother was from their clan that travelled as gypsies on the continent. She was the selected one to wed the father who caretake the castle and the Count. And one Quasi’s sibling will remained in every generation. Rosa was to leave the castle leaving her brother to take on the task but the Count had intervened for her to stay. Her father could not object to the command of the Count. For that she undergoes the same training as her brother in the survival arts.

Survival was their essence.

Count Vlad Tepes was the second son of Vlad Dracul, who became the ruler of Wallachia. Vlad and his younger brother, Radu, were held as hostages in the Ottoman Empire to secure their father's loyalty. Vlad's eldest brother Mircea and their father were murdered after John Hunyadi, regent-governor of Hungary, invaded Wallachia.

Hunyadi installed Vlad's second cousin, Vladislav II, as the new voivode; the rank of ruler of Wallachia. Vlad broke into Wallachia with Ottoman support but was defeated by Vladislav who had returned. Later Vlad invaded Wallachia again with Hungarian support. Vladislav died fighting against him to strengthen his position. He came into conflict with the Transylvanian Saxons, who supported his opponents, taking the captured people to Wallachia, where he had them impaled. When the Turks ordered Vlad to pay homage, Vlad had the Sultan's two envoys captured and impaled. He then attacked the Ottoman territory, massacring tens of thousands of Turks and Muslim Bulgarians. Mehmed launched a campaign against Wallachia. Vlad went to Transylvania to seek assistance from Hungary but was imprisoned.

Later upon his release, he fought in the Hungarian army against the Ottomans with Moldavian troops and reclaimed his land until the Ottoman returned to topple him once more.

It was all about survival.

The Quasi clan was one; having being displaced by the wars, but their allegiance to Vlad was absolute. Vlad Tepes shared the same prison cell with the Quasi’ forefathers who were imprisoned there on suspicion of being spies. They had innocently claimed that they are travellers and have no alliance to any King. That last claim was to get them imprisoned. Vlad Tepes protected them form the gaolers with him offering them food and taking their turns to do the hard labours for some of the Quasi members were infirmed or deformed. He earned their respect and loyalty. They served as his personal aides and guards. The Count had them trained in the survival skills to protect themselves.

Immortality

It was rumoured that the forefathers shared the secret of longevity to the Count as their contribution to his merciful acts. When he was said to have died, they resurrected him from the grave and hid him in the castle till that day. From then, the myth of Count Dracula was to surface.

A monster who survived on human blood.

It was probably for good for since then, the reputation of the Count had grown far and wide, and even claimed that he was the Prince of Darkness.

A monster indeed.

“Did you cut your finger?” It was Doctor Jekyll. The doctor took her hand and looked at the wound. It was not deep but the blood was still flowing out. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her finger.

“Keep it wrapped. It will stop the blood soon.” The doctor told Rosa. “I will get a bandage.”

Soon, the doctor had the finger bandaged and then smiled at the lady.

“It will be fine now.” The doctor took the bandaged finger and laid it on his lips. “My mother taught me that. It will heal faster.”

It may had done so, but it also caused the lady to feel very grateful.

 

 

Monday, January 13, 2025

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 13

 

13           The relationship between doctor and patient.

 

Doctor Jekyll removed the protective shield he wore when mixing the chemicals. He was at his work table, trying out the experiments on Vlad Tepes’s blood. Blood experiments were still an unknown area of medicine, although blood transfusion was claimed to had been discovered in 1667, Doctor Blundell had invented an instrument that allow for the transfusion of blood with the presumption that human bloods could be mixed. but blood typing was still unknown not until much later in 1900 by Karl Landsteiner.

As a fact, the eighteenth hundreds era, the popularity of bloodletting was reaching an all-time high. The physician would perform the procedure by making an incision into the arteries or veins. In some cases, to “improve” their technique, they used a device called a fleam, which was a wooden stick that drove a blade into the vein.

(https://www.skillsforhealth.org.uk/article/a-brief-history-of-phlebotomy/#:~:text=By%20the%201800s%20the%20popularity,a%20blade%20into%20the%20vein)

“Doctor, would this works?” Vlad was lying on the cloth cot when the doctor has offered to replace his blood with another. It was assumed that if bloodletting; the removal of the blood that was in practice for generations was to cure many ailments.

“I am not sure. I am experimenting with that now.” Doctor Jekyll looked to the man on the cot. “I am using a new method but blood transfusion was done earlier in the sixteenth century by Physician Richard Lower …...”

“That was between dogs if I am not mistaken.” Count Vlad Tepes interjected.

“Noted, but in 1795, American Physician Philip Syng Physick claimed to have performed the first human blood transfusion but unpublished. It was known by many of Doctor James Blundell in 1818 for haemorrhage, and not only once but several patients.”

“And infection was unforeseen.” Count Vlad cut in. “I…. “

“Knowing that, Doctor Joseph Lister in some years back uses antiseptic to prevent that. He revolutionised the craft of surgery.” Doctor Jekyll in turn cut in. “Your knowledge is vast, Count.”

“But I am not a physician or surgeon. I am more of a ……. Murderer as claimed by many.” Count Vlad Tepes sighed. “When all I wanted to do was save my land and people from the invaders then.”

“We all have out noble aims misread by others.” Doctor Jekyll smiled. “Or rather they will say it was our ‘super-ego’ that drove us to …… should I say, madness.”

“I am aware of that. That was the reason I sought you out.” Count Vlad Tepes adjusted his body weight on the cot. “I have explained my infliction to you over my correspondences. I am also said to be a vampire but the real facts where I do not drink their blood, but yes, I hold immortality or rather I am still alive after so many generations, which is why I am here.”

“And you heal fast.” Doctor Jekyll held the vial with his left fingers.

“Unfortunately, or otherwise, that also made me a monster.”   Count Vlad smiled. “I sought solitary to being …….”

“We are all monsters in some form, Count. That monster may appear in our personality or…... ego.” Doctor Jekyll smiled. He held his view for in his works with the Government, he had done experiments; wild experiments claimed by the others of his works, but he felt it was to widen the frontier of medicine, although some of his work result could create monsters. He had infused in genes of animals to create the super warrior. It was an undisclosed works and was also his obsession to test the theory he held that the homo sapiens could be much better in strength or speed. He believed Nephilim exists.

“I cannot see any deformities’ in your blood.” Doctor Jekyll held up the vial to the electric light. “Blood properties are a work of studies of some experts but we have no real advancements there.”

“Whose blood am I getting now?” Count Vlad asked. He looked to the curtain screen that was between him and his donor. He was not shown his donor during the transfusion.

“Oh, that is unimportant.” Doctor Jekyll said. The doctor has arranged a man of younger age; a convict due to be hung to be exact and with the generous number of coins to the wardens, the other was strung upside down on the other side. He was sedated and at that moment medically dead. The blood was transfuse using the ‘surgical pump’ which was experimental then.

“We agreed, Count. You will not question my methods while I will not of your intentions.” Doctor Jekyll reminded the other. “We are pioneering new trails of medicine.”

Count Vlad then resumed his rest. He had offered himself to the experiment when the read of the Doctor’s experiments with blood and chemicals. He had suffered the ailment of his for far too long. He wanted to be rid of it.

Only Rosa will understand.

Count Vlad Tepes existed in the fourteenth century, and was the ruler of the land. He was made the ruler of Wallachia not once but thrice when he was dethroned by his enemies. He was famed not for his thrones, but the rumours that he conjured supernatural acts through the consumption of blood. It was the works of his enemies, when his action to impale his enemies on stakes and with the blood accumulated at the bottom end of the stake. It was an action to put fear into the enemy that was fivefold his numbers but the accusation made him into a monster.

Blood drinker.

Count Dracula.

 

 

 

Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 40

  40                Whatever means needed    Mary Reid stood at the window looking outside, with her nude body she presented quite a vie...