Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 19

 

19.

Its learning on the movement of its limbs was getting to be more fluid; clumsy but able to move better. It was a toddler learning to walk, but it learned faster than them. Hency gave it some of his old clothes, the loose shirt, and baggy pants with a set of shoes. He was dressing it to cover the nakedness that was disturbing him.

“Why do I need to have these? It asked Victor.

“Well, you looked like us then. We want you to be comfortable.” Victor lied then. He was equally uncomfortable with the creation parading naked. The earlier frock was disposed of when it was found to be cumbersome. They could not see the progress of motion by the creation.

“Is it what you call me?” It asked Victor. Those were the forthcoming queries from the creation.

“It. That is your name. I am Master, and he is Henry.” Victor explained.

“He knows now. He has that there. I do not.” The creation looked at Victor.

“Do you have one too?”

“I …” Victor found himself at a loss for words. He directed the creation to learn more on its movement. He had seen the creation was able to lift the chair with one arm, the left arm. Its’ right arm was less muscular. He attributed it to the original person not being that athletic.

“Master Victor, I have taken it for walks in the forests.” Henry looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“You what?” Victor was furious. He had only spent time with the learning. He had rested there while Henry took over the works.

“When?”

“When you were resting. It was looking out of the window and asked me questions.” Henry was not the smarter one. “I took her out. We went into the forests. Far from the mansion. To the creek.”

The walk to the creek was about an hour. “

Are you mad? What if someone sees ... it?” Victor shouted.

“No one did. We were very careful.”

“Yes, we were careful. He took me there to wash me. He made me feel good. Clean.” It said to Victor. “I washed him too.”

“Washed?” Victor looked at Henry. The latter nodded and looked away.

“I was angry. I have no friends. Only you and it. I wanted to feel differently. Doctor Mitchell told it was against the act of God with the sheep, or the dogs.” 

“Oh my God!” Victor sighed. He had known Henry was lonely, but he did not expect that. He knew of the sheep. Everyone in the village knew. They called him the monster. That was why Sven kept him at the mansion. He was forbidden to go anywhere near the village.

“That was what Doctor Mitchell said too. Later, he told me God will help.” Henry smiled. “God helps monsters.”

“Well, no more. I forbid you of that, Henry. It stays with me or remains locked here. No more walks.” Victor told the other. Somehow, it became agitated. It flung its limbs and shook its head.

“No! No!” Victor rushed to hold the creation. Stay calm. Henry, help me here.”

Both calmed down the creation and got it to sit on the chair.

“It must behave. You could damage the joints.” Victor removed the frock and examined the lacerations. It was almost healed, but the sudden movement caused parts of it to tear.

“I need to suture them back.” Victor told Henry. “Bring me the surgical case.”

But Henry was staring at the bosom.

“Henry, pull yourself together. I need help here.” Victor shouted.

Henry, shaken out of his stupor, then moved to get the case. Victor took over from there while Henry stepped to the far end of the lab.

“Henry is hurt. He likes to stare at me.” It told Victor.

“It will not move when he washes me.”

“Stop it.” Victor forced himself to focus on replacing the damaged sutures. It has been half a season, and the joints are well into formation, but it still has some weakness. He could not avoid looking at the naked torso. It was beautiful there.

“Are you …?” It asked of him. He looked to his groin and saw the telling sign.

“No, I am not. Let me finish the work here.” Victor shifted his body to hide his embarrassment.

There were moments in life when he felt embarrassment, and one of those moments was for Elizabeth.

“Stop it, William!” Elizabeth pushed the other off her. They were in the living area of Elizabeth’s home. She was back, and William came over. They were alone in the living area when William could not help himself but leapt at the lady. After she pushed him over, she got up and walked to the door. Her aunt was in the kitchen then.

“William Frankenstein, please behave yourself. This is my home…”

“I miss you very much.” William stepped up to the lady. “I was lonely, and now that you are back…”

“I am, but I am not to be trampled or mauled by you.” Elizabeth cautioned the other. “Please restrain yourself.”

“Liz, it has been weeks. I feel the need to …”

“And you are mad. This is my home, and….”

“Our home soon. We will be engaged. I mean to say it will be one of the homes we can stay at.” William smiled.

“William Frankenstein, do behave, or you will leave now.”

“I … I want you.” William unbuttoned his breeches. “He wants you.”

“Oh my God!” That was not from Elizabeth but the aunt who had returned to the living area. “It is not as I expected.”

“Aunt Muriel! I can …” Elizabeth in turn looked towards William. He had turned his back to button his breeches. The young lady turned to look at her aunt.

“I am …….  can explain.” Elizabeth her embarrassment.

“No necessity. He does have that, but it was not my first scene.” The aunt was blunt with her expressions. “You better catch him. He is leaving at the front door.”

Elizabeth did not chase after William, for she was upset then. William was too when he exited at the street. He took to the nearby tavern and had his drink there. It was early in the day, and the place was empty of patrons. He took his eye, and then looked at the maids.

“Fancy a dipper, huh?” The maid walked up to him. She was not exactly what he wanted, but the need to release was on.

“I am, but do you have any friends?” William asked. “I could pay.”

The coin purse was shown then. The maid smiled and then said, “I do not think you lack any of either. Me too. I can call up Mary. She was without any dipping of late.”

It was agreed, and the room at the next level was taken on. It was past an hour when William was still humping before he turned over

“Sire, are you tired? I could. ride you.” Emily looked to the young man who was having trouble releasing his pent-up desire.

“No. I am done.” William got up to dress. He paid his dues and left. His waning performance was not because of the ladies, but his mind was on another.

Justine.

“Madness!” William shook his head. He found himself desiring the lady. “I am a monster to desire her.”

“Is there any monster there?” Spielsdorf watched the constable giving him an update on the death of Doctor Mitchell. They met at the library in Frankenstein’s mansion at the request of the host.

“Monster was the speculation told to me by Chief Constable Lestrade. I say no, we do not have any. As I am telling you now, we do not have any monster. Mr. Spielsdorf, please do not embarrass me with that. Chief Constable Lestrade had me there.”

“I have reported to Chief Constable Lestrade, and without any new evidence, I am at a loss here. I have visited Mrs. Hudson’s house and found no Ms. Katherine as reported by you. The neighbours did say that there was a lady there, but soon after—or was it before the death of Mrs. Hudson? —the lady was not seen.”

“I had searched the village and the forests, but there was no trace of the lady. It may be circumstantial to assume the worst for the lady, but honestly, there is no relevance of her to your case, the death of Doctor Mitchell.”

“Constable Brown, I spoke to Mrs. Hudson on the lady, and to my suspicion, she may be linked to the death of Mrs. Hudson and also Doctor Mitchell.” Spielsdorf made his opinion known to the constable.

“She …”

“The only conclusion is about you. You met Mrs. Hudson prior to her death; you also were with Doctor Mitchell prior to his death. You were found at the side of the doctor….”

“Unconscious, Constable.” Spielsdorf reminded the constable. “I was … I am unsure, hit from behind or how. I was hit.”

“An obvious conclusion, but by whom, and why?” Constable Brown looked at the other. “Chief Constable Lestrade held the same questions.”

“I will not know. I was …”

“Unconscious then. I have that in the report. You were not hurt, but the doctor was with bruises. You had none. So, probably you were… clubbed, and then the attacker punished Doctor Mitchell, hence the bruises. The doctor probably died of those injuries.” Constable Brown looked over. “That is my conjecture of the event. You are a lucky man, sir.”

“But…” Spielsdorf was dissatisfied, but the host intervened.

“Thank you, Constable. I trust you will find the killers. Mr. Spielsdorf will, however, stay for me till further notice. The meeting ended, and Constable Brown left.

“Do not …” Spielsdorf was upset.

“Embarrassed you? I was saving you. The constable cleared your involvement.”

“No, Общий. It has to do with the lady I met. She is …”

“Stop your witch hunt, Rudolph.” The Общий used his stern voice as the commanding officer. “I was to … say that we will not involve the authorities in the hunt. We will do so ourselves.”

“You believe me then?”

“I do, Rudolf. We are the few who can be trusted. The others are imbeciles or ... monsters.” The Общий then got up to approach the cabinet nearby. He retrieved two cases there.

“I had these prepared and kept here.” The Общий displayed the contents. It was a pair of Webley pistols with two boxes of cartridges. “They were made by an expert I consulted. He is an expert in the design of the pistol and is an avid hunter of the occult. He suggested I use silver-tipped cartridges. Silver was claimed to hurt the vampires and witches. You can hold one set and do not embarrass me by shooting yourself in the toe.”

“That was a long time ago, Общий.” Both men laughed. “And I miss. Toes are still there.”