Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 37

 

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“Chief Constable Lestrade, I was told to see you on my niece.” Mrs. Muriel appeared before the officer at the small cottage in the village. It was the assigned quarter of Constable Brown, missing during work, and the chief constable took it for his own. He was spared the expenses of getting accommodation at the tavern; disbursement of the monies was extraordinarily slow by the bursar, who was named Shylock, as he licks his finger before he counts the coins.

“In a moment, ma’am. I am to complete my briefing for Constable Watson here. He is the newly assigned parish constable to the village.” Constable Watson, fresh from a nearby village. A constable was unpaid but did get expenses reimbursed and had to be an able-bodied male resident aged 25-55 who was required to serve when called unless he could pay for a substitute or belonged to one of the exempted occupations. The village community there provided some food and drinks for his effort, and the university employed him as a watchman with some coins paid annually.

“Watson is……”

“Chief Constable. My name is Mrs. Muriel. I am the chairperson of many societies in the county and am in need of telling you that my niece is missing. Do I get your attention, or shall I conduct a gathering to do the search myself?”

“Most……” Chief Constable Lestrade held his words. “You will be attended by Constable Watson now.”

Chief Constable Lestrade had his sessions with the influential and powerful members of the society in his tenure and does not wish to hold one more discredit to his name.

“Watson, please……”

“Chief Constable Lestrade, I demand your duty towards this now.” The lady was a pain in the rear; if she was ever done there, she may know the pain. The Chief Constable took back the complaint and listened to the lady’s raving of the niece being kidnapped or held in torture, or worse, ravished by some monster; all that remained were inconsolable ravings then.

“I can assure you, Mrs. Muriel. Ms. Elizabeth may be with her friends and forgot to tell you so.” Chief Constable Lestrade was careful to appease the lady.

“Not my Liz. She has friends, but she will come back to the house after dusk. Even when she was with Justine……” The name was spoken with a tinge of regret. “She will come home.”

“Justine…… Was it, Justine Moritz? Does she know Ms. Moritz?”

“Yes, Chief Constable. They were friends and studied at the uni. They also met the …….”

“The Frankenstein? I am …….”

“Your line of assumption is wrong. They were friends, and that was it. William’s and Justine’s deaths were not …. She lost two friends, but two are among the many she may have.”

“Most assuredly true.” Chief Constable Lestrade held out his hands to touch the other lady’s hand, but she withdrew hers.

“Find my niece, or it will be …….” Mrs. Muriel stood up.

“Most assuredly, Mrs. Muriel. I will send Watson to check around.” The chief constable then stood up and bowed to the lady. The lady left, and he was addressed by the newly appointed constable.

“Sire, do I get a uniform?”

“You will be measured one. For now, take the baton and cap. And ride on the bicycle outside.” The Chief Constable sat back down.

“I cannot cycle, Sire. Can I have a horse, please?”

“Why don’t I give you the king’s carriage instead?” Chief Constable Lestrade glared at the constable. “It may not tear a hole in your pants.”

Terror was the feeling in Victor’s heart to see his brother pinned by the cabinet. He disliked his brother, but the love for the blood kin was there. He looked towards the demon.

“Who are you?” Victor inched his way into the lab.

“I am Beezer, the minion of Beelzebub. I was summoned by your brother to carry out a task. It was done and ….”

“What task?” Victor asked. He then saw the naked maid stuck to the wall above the doorway. “What did you do? Why her?”

“Obviously, all your mortals lack patience. Where I come from, we have an eternity to raise questions and reply when needed.” Beezer sighed. “You are always in a rush.”

“Tell me, demon.” Victor approached his brother. He leaned down and looked at the legs. It was crushed.

“Ernest asked me to kill Justine Moritz.” The demon said. “I…… or rather it was done.”

“Kill Justine?” Victor looked at his injured brother. “Why?”

“How would I know? I am just the messenger. Do not kill me for that.” The demon called out. “Ask him.”

“I…… I did not.” Ernest struggled to say. “He lied.”

“Come now, mortal. Why do the demons get the blame when we are not at fault? In fact, Ms. Moritz did not die by the works of ours.”

“What do you know? Tell me, demon, before I destroy you.” Victor looked towards the demon.

“Well, I was given the task…… the most deplorable one……. but she was killed by one…… Old Mother Hubbard,
Went to the cupboard to give the poor dog a bone…… Woof! Woof!” The demon laughed. “Who placed a bone in the cupboard?”

“Mother Hubbard? I …” Victor shook his head. He had not heard of any Mother Hubbard. His mother sang to him the old children’s songs of her home.

“She killed Ms. Moritz and saved me the trip.” The demon smiled. “Purity in our body and soul, purity in our mind and thoughts.”

“And you took Maple’s purity, you monster.” The demon looked at Ernest.

“Save me, Victor. I did not do all of that.” Ernest pleaded. “How could I? I am a cripple.”

“The legless begs for pity. Have I the forgiveness to pity?” The demon looked at Ernest and then towards Maple. “He took your purity.”

“Shoot him, Victor!” Ernest motioned to the revolver on the flooring. “Kill the demon.”

Victor rushed to the revolver, but the demon had appeared there. It kicked out at Victor in the face. The man crouched into a foetal position face downwards. He was in pain, and then the next kick landed on his back.

“Pain! Feel that, mortal.” The demon cried out. It was then the demon felt its neck grabbed from the rear. It struggled to break free, but the demon felt the next grip on the left shoulder. It yanked the left arm off the shoulder; it was torn off the frame.

There was no blood there.

“Arghh….” The demon felt no pain, but the agony of its body parts being torn was a pain by itself. It felt the next grip on the left hip and the tear of the leg from the groin. The demon was then tossed to the floor. It looked up and saw the assailant.

“Who are you? You are not a mortal.” The demon said while it crawled to sit on its haunches.

“I am the creation of Master Victor. When you harm him, you also inflict the same on me.” The creation had appeared when it heard Victor cry out in pain.

“You are not a mortal…… nor a demon. What are you?” The demon asked.

“I am the creation. I hold a name, but for you, call me …… monster.” The creature approached the fallen demon. “I do not like you. As Henry said, If you do not like it, then destroy it.”

The creature stomped its right leg at the demon’s groin. The bones were crushed there, and then the creature kicked upwards with its right leg into the torso.

No blood was seen.

“Argh……” The demon cried out. It was not pain but humiliation to be crushed by the creation. It held no fear of mortals but one that was none; it was not fear anymore but desire to be destroyed. If it returns to the realm, the other demons will ostracize it.

“Destroy me…… please.” The demon pleaded to the creation. “I …”

“I will.” The creature moved its left foot onto the demon’s face and crushed it.

It was all over. Only the remains of the demon were seen, and then it dissipated away.

No traces of blood remained.

Maple fell off the wall to the flooring.

Ernest fell into blackness.

“Help me. Move the cabinet. I need to save Ernest.” Victor pushed himself up. “He is in shock now.”

“I will help.” It was Spielsdorf. He was standing at the doorway carrying Lauren.