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| Chapter Twenty Nine | Entry #568443 |
Albert had been enjoying one of his usual nights of indulgence back at ‘The Coachman’, waiting for his drinking buddy to make his appearance.
“On your own tonight Albert” asked the polite bar maiden.
“Well that depends my dear, you offering me your company?” replied Albert in his naturally overt manner as he slapped her firm young rear. The young woman taking understandable offence viciously slapped the half drunken Irishman sending him into a fit of stunned raucous laughter as the other patrons shared a barrage of disapproving glances with each other, disgusted by the old man’s vulgar behaviours.
After his earlier run in with law in recent weeks and sensing the tone of disparagement in the air, Albert finished his drink grabbed his cap and headed out into the cold night air for his last coach ride to his firm bed and his now less than firm but awaiting other half.
Albert climbed up on his perch and with an Irish folk song on his lips rode out into the nights streets. He had barely driven half a mile towards his home when the horse’s behaviour became nervous stirring the docile Albert into life.
“What’s wrong me beauties?” uttered a confused Albert.
As Albert looked up ahead, a dark motion grabbed his eye, something didn’t look right. Grabbing a lantern from his coach he carefully stood up on his perch and gazed into the dark road ahead, still all seemed stable, normal, was his mind playing tricks he thought. Just as he was about to retake his seat Albert was startled to see two glinting lights appear from nowhere radiating out the darkness ahead, then after a moment blink. Albert’s thoughts wandered back to the events of a few weeks passed, the animal mutilation, was the animal still around after all? When Albert noticed that the two small eye like lights slowly seemed to be getting closer he quickly made the decision that he didn’t want to be the one that found out for sure. A decision quickly compounded with a distant echo of a animalistic growl in the distance. Albert tugged violently at his horse’s reigns and frantically turned his coach around and sped off in the opposite direction.
Albert with heart viciously pounding dared a glance behind. The creature was closing, and closing fast “Jesus, mother and Joseph” Albert screamed as he frantically began to whip the horses, the coach creaked violently as it pounded down the street with various items of regalia becoming dislodged and falling to the street below from the vibrations. Before fighting a losing battle with a coronary Albert once again dared a look behind him, but the creature was gone. With eyes wide open in intense gaze it soon became apparent that nothing was there and slowly Albert drew the Coach to a halt. The horses were panting heavily but now much calmer and the cold night breeze blew silently by his ears. Albert continued to gaze behind for a few moments before finally succumbing to the calm of night. Slumping back down into his seat, Albert whipped out a flask from his coat and downed a mouthful of Ireland’s finest. Without warning and with flask still in hand the horses reared violently as a large panther like creature pounced over the head of the coach and dashed into an dark ally to the left of the road. Albert filled with fear and dread gazed into the darkness of the ally from his perch to hear the clear screams of a creature being violently mutilated.
“Bugger this” Albert uttered as he sped in the direction of the nearest police station.
Franz enquired in anxious fashion “Are you sure the equipment has been reconfigured correctly, this cannot fail” as Mason prepared to set the Great Machine in motion once more.
“Relax my old friend, everything has been thoroughly checked and rechecked, with our combined knowledge invested in this we can but only succeed” responded a confident Mason as he closed the chamber door and turned his attention to the remaining open chamber, looking at the gelatinous remains “Baron you will become a form of man once more”.
Mason forced down the chamber door and dashed to ignite the flame under Kinetic Centrifugal Generator, a few moments passed as the heat gradually built up and sent the cradled globe whining in to its irreversible motion and begin the transformation process.
There was nothing left for Mason to do now but watch, pray and wait.
The fact that Franz had been only to willing to sacrifice himself in this way in an effort to bring back some form of life to his former lover had worked perfectly into Mason’s research and in a fashion born out of pure unplanned coincidence, Mason just couldn’t believe his luck.
After initially locking Franz away in a frantic moment of panic, Mason had eventually been able to enter into a dialogue of mutual benefit between himself and his former colleague. Franz had grown to understand what Mason had informed him regarding the train incident of years past and trusted it to be the truth, between their own experience and research their two great minds had devised a plan to allow the Baron to live as a man once more and hopefully re-capture his immense though now dormant intellect. However it required great sacrifice, a merged mutation, even if it worked, the Baron would be far from normal and Franz sole identity would now have to battle with the conscious mind of another most likely dominant force. Still Franz demanded he be the one to make the sacrifice. He didn’t want the Baron to have to endure the feeble mind of some undeserving waste they may procure from the dank London streets, it had to be him, he desired to be one with his lover once more even albeit in the most literal of senses.
In the absence of Mason’s minds wanderings the climatic process had drawn almost to its completion. The immense electrical surge and flying sparks combined hauntingly with the incessant, screaming of Franz enduring unbearable, torturous pain as it stunned Mason back into life. Mason clawed at his ears and fervently hid for cover, closing his eyes until the whirring pitch of the machine diminished into more easily audible sounds and slowly ground to a halt.
Mason raised himself slowly back to his feet and peered nervously through the parting smoke in the direction of Franz’s chamber, what had he created within?
Albert was still visibly shaking as he entered the police station and headed to the front desk with all the subtlety of a wounded rhinoceros.
“Officer I want to speak to your Chief now, I don’t care if he’s in bed fast asleep or in the process of producing his devilish offspring with a two bob hooker, I wanna see him”
“Listen here Albert, how about you let me be the judge of that, what’s got you so riled?”
“It’s these bloody streets they’re dangerous, I’ve just been brutally attacked I have.”
“By whom exactly?” queried the desk officer.
“By a bloody great panther that’s what, it pounced and tried to kill me and me horses it did, bloody vile creature, it was huge, must’ve been that same there creature that mauled a man just a short while back”.
A few London citizens still loitered the stations waiting area and couldn’t help but overhear the vivid proclamations of the excited Irishman. The observant desk officer quickly noticed this and took measures in hand to quiet down the scene.
“Albert is that whiskey on your breath; you’ve been drinking again haven’t you?”
“What?”
“Well have you Albert?”
“I’ve had couple or two, so would you if you’ve endured what I have tonight!”
With this the curious crowds interest quickly waned dismissing the rants of that of a drunkard!
“Look here Albert, don’t you think you’ve had attracted enough bad attention for one month, now how about you get out of this station, climb back on your coach and get yourself home, or me and the Sergeant here may be left with no choice but to have to make an arrest.”
“An arrest? On what grounds?”
“How about disturbing the peace, inciting violence or simply acting in a manner drunk and disorderly.” quipped the smug desk officer.
“This is ridiculous, you’re a disgrace, all of ye, there’s a man eating monster out there that tried to kill me, and you blame it on me drinking?”
“Yes of course a man eating monster that so conveniently attacked you not leaving a single scar or wound, convenient yes. Now Albert please leave, I won’t ask you again.”
Albert glanced over to the nearby Sergeant clearly psyched and ready to forcefully remove any unwanted presence and reluctantly decided to make his way toward the station exit.
“Ignorant filth the lot of ya” remarked an angered Albert as he left.
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