Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 39

 

39.

Sven found Silvus working the garbage rounds at the village. He was demoted after his detention by the authorities, and the mortician did not have many cadavers to contend with; he was given the next task on hand.

“Silvus, Mr. Spielsdorf asks for you.” Sven approached the man.

“Mister what? Who names himself after some spits.” Silvus pushed the cart with the garbage to the next house. “My name was bad enough. My mum told me, my father …… He retained him there, please …. He uttered my name when he was drunk. I guess he wanted to name me bastard, as even when I was older at twelve, I think he would call me that till I gave him a sore jaw.”

“Silvus, I do not care for your life tales. Mr. Spielsdorf asked me to get you to see Master Victor.”

“Victor? Victor Frankenstein? Now that is a good name.” Silvus was already counting the coins in his head. “Why did you not say that earlier? He will need more cadavers. Fresher the better.”

Sven grabbed the man by the lapels of the dirty shirt. He knew Silvus worked at the morgue, but to hear that angered him.

“What did you just say?” Sven pulled the man towards him and then repelled him off from the stench.

“Hey, I am no pushover here. You want a fistfight; I can give you one.” Silvus raised his fists.

“What did you do for Master Victor?”

“Hey, do you want to fight or do we talk with coins?” Silvus opened his right hand. “No fisting then.”

“Bastard……” Sven reached for the purse on him. He holds some coins there for any good bargain in the village. He helped the household with the savings.

“Here.” Sven tossed the coins over. Silvus leaned down to pick up the coins.

“I deliver the bodies to the Uni, and sometimes, Victor…… sorry, Master Victor asked me to get some for him. He needed them fresh or new… or whatever.”

“When?” Sven asked.

“Over a year, I think. I am not too good at remembering dates.” Silvus handed out his hand. “Or coins?”

Sven had had enough with the man. He threw a punch that landed Silvus to the ground.

“See Master Victor and not a word to anyone, or I will make you…… a real bastard there.”

Bad examples are sometimes a fault of our own.

Elizabeth kept herself locked in the chamber of Victor Frankenstein. Since Victor left there, she had sat on the flooring by the bedding weeping.

“Did I do it right?” Elizabeth had remorse for her action.

“Purity in our body and soul, purity in our mind and thoughts.” That was her thought. She will not deny that there were times she had forgotten the vow. She told herself it was the stages of growing up, or was it the temptation of the devil?

Matthew 4:1-11: Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil.  After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry.  The tempter came to him and said, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.” Jesus answered, “It is written, ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”

“Oh, God. I was tempted by the few, and sins were committed, but never had I …… sacrificed myself. I am to be pure for the man I will marry.” Elizabeth murmured. "To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part,"

“God, did I?” Elizabeth had her doubts.

The knock was on the door.

“I am leaving breakfast here at the door. The wash jug is here too. And some clean towels.” That was the maid. They knew, and the whole mansion will know. And then the village, and then her aunt, Mrs. Muriel.

“I am destroyed.” Elizabeth sobbed into her hands. The Theology Society will expel her for good. Her aunt…...worse may come. She could be handled like Justine.

“Oh, God. Help me.” Elizabeth was in deep pain.

So was Spielsdorf.

“Victor, who shot her?” The man asked the other occupants in the chamber besides the dead or unconscious brother. The demo was gone as if it was never there. He saw Victor with the severed legs there at the table.

“Mother of God, what did you do?”

“I am busy. I am trying to secure Ernest’s legs.” Victor replied without looking back. “She …… she shot herself. She was ashamed and shot herself. I took her legs for Ernest.”

“Mother of God, you……” Spielberg uttered it out.

“Mr. Spielsdorf, there is no Mother of God. Only God. If you have ever done your reading, you should know. Or are you an atheist? Then you will say, we are all born from the mother.” Victor said without looking back,. “Ernest was one from my mother, but he was incomplete. He held our minds, but not our legs.”

“God did not create him. My Tata did. I knew of his beginning. Mother did not tell me, but Tata told me. He forced himself on Mother. She was not willing, yet he was the monster. His reward was this bastard, which I am trying to save.”

“Your Tata was not that kind of man. He was …”

“Shed your tears for your lover. Tata was a monster. Sven told me so. On the battlefield, he yields to anyone calling for mercy. Mothers and children were killed by him. You were there, Spielsdorf. You were one with him.”

“I …….” Spielberg sighed. He had seen many atrocities in battles. His men died, including his friends. The ones that did not die suffered till death one day. It was war; kill or be killed. It was also take or be taken; he knew of the misdeeds of the Общий.

“Общий, we must stop the killing.” Spielberg had requested of the commanding officer. “They are……”

“Yes, they are mothers, daughters, and… children; they are of the enemies.” Общий looked at the gathered. “Leave them out of the killing. Send the children away to see their father’s graves or whatever was left. Take the ladies and do what you want. I am not merciful to them. Give them our seeds to show their ancestors how we make them impure.”

The gathered victory group roared.

“Общий, we are committing sins.” Spielberg looked to the officer.

“Yes, my adjutant. We are. The sins of our father are upon us and upon us to our sons. We are just the communicators of the sins. Our sons will determine their own. Be they deciding to be monsters or preserve humanity, let them decide.”

“Victor, this is wrong.” Spielberg looked at the man. “We are creating sins.”

“Sins? Creating sins?” Victor turned towards the elderly man. His gown was covered with blood, and so were his hands. He had no apron or gloves on. “I am creating life. I am giving life.”

“No… God created life. Genesis 1:1: God created the heavens and the earth. God's role as the Creator of all things, including life.”

“Blasphemy! It is we who created life. We co-create it. It may be the Devil’s work to give us blood inside of us. Without it we are dead. We then become the pawns of the Devil.” Victor was of the mind that the blood was the antithesis of life. “Why can we not exist without blood? It is the devil’s work.”

“No…… you are……”

“A monster or the devil incarnate? Tata told me he fought against the vampire. He was to be taken from this blood. The vampire is the devil’s henchman. He needed blood to survive.”

“Does he?” Spielsdorf asked," “Did you see blood in the demon?

Victor turned his back to the brother. He saw the blood spurting out from a major artery. He tried to suture it, but it sprung other leakages. It was too much, and Ernest’s heart stopped. The pulse in the body stopped.

“No!” Victor slammed his fist on the dead body. He turned towards Spielsdorf.

“You delayed me. You killed him. I could have saved him. You are the Devil’s advocate.”

“Victor, I am not. I would have …….” Spielberg's pleas were ignored. Victor carried the legs and walked to the furnace. He tossed them in and then looked at the two dead bodies.

“Creation, come out.” The creation appeared. “Collect the bodies and move them to the furnace. After that, clean the flooring and table.”

The creation took hold of Ernest and walked to the furnace. It went past Spielsdorf, who was stunned by the frame that walked by him. It was not a living person, …… perhaps a zombie, or the unliving or undead. It was strong and did as instruct. It later collected the maid, and it was then that Spielsdorf asked.

“Who are you?”

“I am the master’s creation. I have no name, but Henry called me Mary. We were to marry one day.” The creation, told Spielsdorf.

“Mother of God!” Spielberg was stunned.

“Creation, your name is not Mary. You are it and will remain as it.” Victor called out. “Do as you were told.”

“I am Mary. Henry said so. I will …… Where is Henry?” The creature looked at Victor. “You were last with him.”

“Do not ask questions. You are mine and will do as I say.” Victor raised his voice louder.

“No!” The creature dropped the body. “I want to find Henry.”

The creature walked towards the lab door with Victor calling her to stop. Spielberg stood aside as the creation walked past him. Victor rushed to the door, but Spielsdorf stopped him.

“Stop the madness, Victor.” Spielberg said.

“The madness is you. It will not survive out there. It will be called a monster.”

Sometime later, Spielsdorf had the audience of the Chief Constable, Lestrade, his newly appointed constable; Watson; and Sven with Silvus. They met at the lab with Victor there.

“I was coming here to see Sven with this.” Chief Constable Lestrade handed over the piece of cloth. “We……”

The Chief Constable looked at Watson.

“We found it at the creek.”

“It’s Henry’s.” Sven held the cloth in his hands. “Did you find him?”

“Unfor…… Not yet, sir. We will look. Do you have any idea why he was there?” The Chief Constable asked his routine questions.

“He likes to go there. It was where I found him years ago. He was lost there, and I adopted him.” Sven replied. “Is he dead?”

Sven has seen death many times and accepted it when he knew it was.

“No, sir. We … We will investigate the creek, but we did not find any other traces of him …….” The Chief Constable looked at the lab area. He changed the subject matter.

“Interesting. Who may I ask are those two?” The Chief Constable asked. He had met Sven on the road here and was amused to see Silvus. He inquired and then followed them to the lab. Victor and Spielsdorf were trying to work the furnace. They were lighting up the stoves to bring out the heat. When Henry was around, he would maintain the stoves at a low heat when not in use.

Chief Constable Lestrade's arrival startled them, and when they tried to cover the furnace, the constable was told to check the furnace.

“Somebody inside, Sir.”

“Elementary, my dear Watson.” Chief Constable Lestrade smiled. The name rhymed with the expression.

“Dear Sirs, you got a splatter here. Blood on the flooring and tables. Was it a spectacle of …… orgy? I had seen such orgies… bloody and messy. And it was some menstrual blood.”

“Oops! No ladies around, I am safe then. They get all finicky when that is mentioned. Manner of speech here, men.” The Chief Constable smiled.

“Sir, I did the removal. One is a lady and the other...” Watson reported. He had laid the bodies on the flooring along with legs. He held up the clothes he found.

“Oh my God. That is Maple. She was …… That is Ernest.” Sven broke down. “Who could have done it?”

“The lady’s dress is here.” Watson indicated the pile of cloth he extracted.

“Elementary, my dear……” The Chief Constable bit his lips. That line of speech was getting monotonous to him.

“Tell me, good sirs. Tell me all, please.” The Chief Constable smiled. “Do you serve tea here? Black tea, and no milk, please.”