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| Chapter Nineteen | Entry #525123 |
Mason studied hard in the dim lamplight of his laboratory, Huntz his faithful hound lying loyally by his feet. Now Mason had achieved his success with the Huntz it was time to move on with his research and experimentation, it was time to take the next step to the ultimate goal the whole reason why Silas had provided so much support for his work and the completion of Mason’s dream, the furthering of mankind.
Mason’s self indulgent thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of the Huntz gasping for air. Shock and bewilderment gripped Mason before quickly subsiding to his trained acts as a Doctor. Mason quickly grabbed a hollow tube plunging it into the throat of the Huntz and bringing relief to the stricken creature and re-establishing its airway. Mason feared that his greatest achievement was on the brink of expiry, he would not allow this, not now, not after so much work.
Sedative in hand Mason plunged the Huntz into a deep sleep and set plans through the night to save his loyal companion. As the minutes passed by Mason found ailment after ailment afflicting the Huntz, the initial swelling of the airways was just the beginning of much greater problems and slowly the realization struck Mason that the animal could not be saved. Organs had swelled and begun to shutdown as mutated DNA began to breakdown throughout the animal in a crippling domino effect.
Mason wrought with the distress of the Huntz’ impending death made the decision not to bring the creature, his friend back around from the induced coma. A further injection later the creatures fading heart beat for the final time and Mason’s failure was complete.
A clear thinking scientist would maybe have revisited his work, began to find where it was that the experiment had ultimately gone wrong and taken the time and the use of objective thinking to isolate and solve the problem. Mason at this point did not possess a clear thinking scientific mind though; he’d just lost the culmination of his life’s work and a creature that over the recent days had become Mason’s one true friend. Driven by raw emotion he head out to the rain sodden streets of Central London.
Carriages always were the preferred means of travel for those of a little wealth around the London streets particularly on a rain soaked night such as this. Albert a man of aging years was one of the many drivers that kept the wealthier mobile, and tonight had been no different. Still the driving rain and cold October air had forced many of his potential passengers to seek an early nights rest. Despite this Albert had braved the conditions and stuck it out a lot longer than that of his fellow colleagues in his profession thanks to a little help from a flask of cheap whisky.
Still the night had been long and near empty flask in hand Albert decided to call it a night and head for home at speed for a night time fondle of his sizeable wife. Albert tore through the near empty streets ogling the assets of the odd working lady still braving the conditions awaiting a last paying client.
Albert’s eyes lingered on one of the woman a little longer than maybe he should have, taking his eyes fully off the road ahead to blow a cheeky kiss to a very busty young lady who was seductively caressing herself in an attempt to trap her prey. A smiling Albert refocused on the road just in time to see a figure jump out in front of his carriage. Before he could do anything to react he heard a crunching sound and felt a savage bump as whatever it was, was crushed beneath the trailing wheel of his carriage.
A panicked Albert quickly reared his horse drawn vehicle to a stop and climbed down hurriedly from his perch to see what he’d hit. Although Albert had drank a fair amount he was soon sobered by the events that had transpired and ran back down the street. The torrential rain masked the sweat on his brow but to his amazement there was nothing there. Albert bewildered stared around at the few people still loitering on the streets and was amazed to see no-one was in panic, in fact no-one seemed to have seen anything unusual at all. Albert looked down at the flask he was still gripping tightly in his hand, was he really that drunk, did he imagine the whole thing? As he turned back to make his way back to his carriage the last remnants of blood staining the street below found itself mix with the rain and begin its travels to the sewer below.
Mason’s mood had vastly improved, he was on his way back to his laboratory with a new sense of motivation and purpose, the walk through the sodden city streets had cleared the doubts from his mind, the fears, and the guilt. He was completely focused on his job at hand, nothing was going to stop him, no matter what sacrifices neither he nor anybody else for that matter would have to make.
As he approached his laboratory he brought his hand cart to a stop and reached out with bloodied hand to open the door. Returning his attention to the cart he pulled back the blood stained sheet to expose the mangled remains of a provocatively dressed young woman. Mason tossed the battered corpse over his shoulder and carried it carefully down the stairs to the laboratory before laying the corpse gently down on his operating table. Mercilessly Mason ripped off the remains of her torn clothing scratching in to her soft young skin with his overgrown finger nails in the process. Quickly he grabbed his scalpel and cut into her flesh to get to her heart that had somehow remained protected in the recesses of her shattered ribcage. Mason wasted no time retrieving all the vital organs he needed to progress his next experiment and within just a few short minutes had placed those organs along with another of his canine subjects drugged with a fine tuned version of his most successful concoction into his Grand Machine and fired it up.
As the machine howled and roared into operation he turned his attention back to the remains of the fine young specimen who had donated her organs to his cause and decided it was only right for him to properly thank her. Mason loosened his trousers and ripped of his shirt before mounting the remains of her mutilated carcass. Her tight young slit had remained untouched in his autopsy and oh how he was thankful for that. As he writhed and thrusted on her bloodied corpse he slowly caressed her one remaining breast, the nipple still seemingly erect with the excitement Mason had provided no doubt. Mason possessed with raging lust rammed his desperately craving tongue down her lifeless throat and plunged his thumbs deep into her eyeballs turning them into a thick gooey mesh in the process as he violently orgasmed inside her dead carcass, and all this to the haunting soundtrack of his Grand Machine in motion.
As the Grand Machine whirred to a stop Mason slowly dragged himself off the mangled mess of semen, blood and flesh and walked his crimson soaked form to the door of the machine to behold the creature born inside.
Within moments Mason realised his failure for the second time that night and fell to his knees confused and exhausted.
“Flawed” Mason uttered, “So flawed.” Slowly the rage consumed him, he rose to his feet and he began to smash the myriad of vials, chemicals and scientific equipment laid out in his immediate space “FLAWED! YOUR’E ALL FLAWED!” he exclaimed. Mason reached into the chamber and pulled out the mutilated animal that had clearly not survived the ordeal and with adrenalized strength ripped what remained of its mutilated head clean from its body.
Mason had tried so hard to make this work, still he wasn’t going to give up, he couldn’t allow that, in this night he’d already sacrificed so much. He’d waited for hours in the rain waiting for some horror to befall a fresh victim required to perform his experiment and when that horror hadn’t occurred by chance, he’d come out of London’s shadows to throw that innocent young girl into the path of that racing carriage. He’d soiled his hands with death for the first time in several years not wanting to wait for the usual lackeys to get his dirty work done, but it was all in vein, all for waste, still it wasn’t over.
Over the next fourteen days Mason patrolled the night streets picking the hapless victims he desired, the drunken men laying comatose on the dirty streets, the raped whores bleeding in the gutters after the men had decided payment was no longer required, still his favourite was the starving young boy who he’d promised a meal to in return for his help in carrying supplies. In a sense Mason had stayed true to his word for after he ripped him free of his organs, he ejaculated his own in to the lifeless five year olds gaping jaw.
The police were up in arms, fourteen missing persons and no leads, the concerns of the animal attack a fortnight ago were now mainly forgotten although some ale house patrons revelled in linking the occurrences together in freakish tales of the Beast of Blackfriars. The reality of the matter was quite different however, the police had dismissed the prior animal attack of that of a rabid dog that had most probably long died, much to the anger and disgust of Officer Dillon who felt robbed of finding his own closure to the open wounds inflicted by an animal now forgot. These latest occurrences left no bodies to be found and no signs of foul play, which quickly laid silence to those that may have claimed it the work of the Ripper who had remained silent in his acts now for over a year since ‘The Pinchin Street Murder’. It was simply another London mystery and one London could have well done without on the eve of Princess Viktoria of Prussia’s Royal visit.
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