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| Evie & Sebastian at Lockwood Thicket |
Lockwood Thicket was a small cottage deep in the Tirymôr Forest that had been abandoned by the Lockwood family decades ago. The Lockwoods, Rebecca's family, had been on the island for many years and were part of the first settlers who had come there and dug in their roots and had built a small home they would eventually out grow.
Sebastian was familiar with this little cottage, he had played there when he was young, even stayed the night and hunted with his father and uncle, but the home, with its peeling exterior and overgrown bushes, had fallen out of favor over the years.
Inside, Evie had fainted when she saw her supposed dead husband standing before her a shadowy figment of what he once was. His eyes were the most terrifying to her. Dark in nature yet they seemed to glow at the same time, but most of all the fact he was truly alive and not dead tore into her like a scolding hot knife in butter.
She began to come to, in the small fluffy bed in one of two bedrooms. She rolled over, tangled in her dress and looked directly to the right of her where a person was sitting in a chair obscured by the darkness of the shadow of the near armoire. It was Sebastian, watching over his wife as if she had been ill.
She squinted her eyes to see if she could make him out better "Is it really you?" She asked.
He sat forward in the chair allowing the right side of his face to catch the candle light.
"It is. It's really me." He answered.
"But how? I saw you die in my arms. I saw all the blood. I buried you Sebastian. I was sure that all those things I was seeing around the house were planted to make me believe it was you alive, and ...it really was you?" Evie added.
"Its complicated, I don't really know how I would explain it all actually. But I am here. I am …alive." He said, pausing just before he used the word "alive". In truth, he was alive but in a different capacity.
"I must still be dreaming. Whatever Dr. Kim did to me, whatever he injected with me with or whatever the shock treatment did to my brain must of damaged me forever. Its impossible! It's impossible that I am sitting in front of you talking to you, hearing your voice. Or... maybe I died too? Maybe I died in that hospital. Sebastian...did I die?" Evie asked, moving closer to the foot of the bed to get a better look at her husband.
"No my love. This is not a dream and you are not dead. I saved you from Windcliff and everything that was happening to you. I promise you," Sebastian answered now sitting up and getting as close as he could to Evie's worried face, "you are alive and well and I am here to be with you. Forever. Like we were meant to be before the shooting."
"But it can't be!" Evie said, pulling back from him as she began to feel a shiver go up her back.
"Its true." He replied.
As they looked each other in the eyes, she felt the cold breath of darkness surround her. It was as if the temperature in the room dropped below freezing. Two of the lit candles went out in puffs of smoke which darkened the room significantly. Evie screamed and jumped off the bed and ran towards the door of the room.
Sebastian raised his hand and the door closed in front of her on its own with just the power of his mind keeping Evie inside with him. She pounded on the door and screamed for help but no one would hear her.
"Evie please I am not going to hurt you. I would never ever hurt you. I just want you to see that I've come back in the most strange of ways and not by my own will. It was, how do I even say this, a spell. Witchcraft. I promise you, I want nothing more than to be normal again like I was but here I am. In this form. We can have some sort of a second chance. If you'll allow it." Sebastian said his eyes filling with tears.
"Witches don't exist. This isn't a child's story, and I must truly be insane. Maybe Jacob was right and Ive falling into some kind of dark fantasy in my mind and that has manifested you. Any minute now, Dr. Kim is going to wake me up from this and I will be back at Windcliff and as sick as it sounds, Ill be safe." She said, trying to keep distance from herself and the man calling himself Sebastian.
"No. No! Its not a dream! How many times do I have to tell you, Evie, I am real. Here. Touch! TOUCH ME!" Sebastian said, grabbing at Evie's arm and forcing her to touch his face.
When their skin came into contact, she could feel his flesh was real. Cold, like ice, but real. His eyes different in glow different, lacking a sparkle, but there. Awake. Real. She then put her other hand on his face on her own and felt more. Felt his hair. Touched his lips. Touched his ears and shoulders.
"You're real. This is real." She said to herself and to Sebastian.
"I am." he said with a smile.
And with this final confirmation she fell into his arms and they hugged. Deep and soft warm and loving. They were connected and back and their love had some how overcome death and incrassation and madness. But could it survive what she felt for Christian.
"Had I know you would come back I would have never..." She paused unsure of how to explain her relationship with Constable Evans.
"Never what?" He asked sitting her down slowly back on the bed.
"You had died and I was alone and I had no one. I had Celeste, but I felt so alone in the way of connecting with someone and Christian became a good friend to me. He made me feel protected. Sebastian, he and I ...well, I think we became too close." She said.
Sebastian already knew. His friend had fallen in love with this widow and his widow had fallen in love with his friend. At least it was the type of love that felt real but in truth they both were filling a void left by Sebastian's death.
"Was it true? True love?" He asked.
"Love." She said softly. "I don't even know what love is." She added as the candles in the back that went dead in the cold air suddenly flickered back on with a flame.
"We loved each other. Did you feel love when we became married? When we met? When we walked along the grounds of Tirymôr?" He asked holding her hand with his now gloved hands to hide the coldness of his skin.
"Of course! I felt love with you."
"So then you do know what love is, and maybe I've come back for the good of that despite what I have become. We could rekindle that, Evie. We could finally be the family we were meant to be."
"And what is it that you have become?" She asked him, the words almost stinging the his ears.
"Something that needs the shadows of the night to live, the sun is somewhat of a dangerous weapon this witch placed on me. But night is just as long as the day. We could find happiness in the night as soon as the sun goes down and the moon rises." He answered.
"You can only live in the darkness? Like...a...." She paused. "I can't say it. I can't say what that means to me. It's not real!" She exclaimed as she jumped up from the bed pulling away from his gloved hands.
"Evie, please understand me, I may be what I am now but the love I have for you has never died and will never die. It's all I have in me now. I live every hour of what I have for you. You are all I think about and I cannot bare to be without you. But, if you love someone else, than perhaps I should find a way to vanish. Leave you to your new life." Sebastian answered.
She turned to him, his eyes again filled with the sorrow of the terrible reality of what had happened to him thanks to Mary and Eliza. She was unsure of what to say. How could she be back in love with a ghost? A figment of her imagination perhaps? How could she feel what she was feeling for a man she had said goodbye to and witnessed his burial. Then she remembered the feeling of being buried alive in her dream and how she felt it so real when she woke up. Perhaps her dream was telling her something all those months ago. The grave that she was in was foreshadowing. It was telling her something from beyond was to return. How could she have forgotten this? Now something had come from beyond the grave like in her dream but it wasn't her---it was Sebastian.
"I don't love anyone else. No. Only you." She said truthfully. Christian and I were not meant to be. It was a mistake." she said moving close to him and grabbing on to his hands again, the leather of his gloves twisting with her tight grip.
"Then we should be husband and wife again." he said smiling his sweet cold grin.
"We never stopped being husband and wife." She grinned back.
And in the darkness that kept Sebastian safe. In the shadows of the room inside tiny house called Lockwood Thicket, they kissed, deep and passionately. He began to remove her clothes she began to remove his too. Their bodies touching, skin to skin, heart to heart. He lay her down on the bed and kissed her naked breast. He could feel her pulse, the blood in her body racing faster and faster the more intimate they became with each other. Her body was so warm, her heart thumping away in her chest. He could smell her even without trying, her skin was like the perfume oozing a scent like roses and fresh rain.
She reached down and pulled his head back up to her lips from her stomach and kissed him again.
And in that small room, they finally made love for the first time in the flickering light of the candles.
Husband and wife. Widow and Vampire.
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| Nik & Filipe meet Matthew Winterborn |
The following day The Siren's Call pub was busy for a weekday afternoon. There were fisherman who filled the room to it's brim filling their guts with and peanuts and ham sandwiches attempting to pad the walls of their bellies to take in the excess of beer that was coming from the tap, a sign that they'd be soon out to sea once again for a long period of time.
Sitting amongst the loud smelly fisherman of Welshport in a side booth with dark green leather chairs and wooded booth dividers with green painted glass that sparkled in the sun was Filipe Braga and Nikolas Jordan. Filipe was concerned that Christian had been filling Nik's head with strange stories of Sebastian's untimely demise. But what Nik was really worried about was his missing sister from Windcliff Sanitarium on the mainland.
As the two shared a beer, Nik was visible shaken about his now missing sister Evie.
"I Just don't understand why she'd just leave that place and not find a way to tell anyone. Even worse how are we supposed to find her?" Nik asked, his suit perfect and clean with a think black tie that hid behind a gray vest with golden buttons.
"How do you know Christian was even telling the truth? We all he's had some kind of mental break down since Evie was taken to Windcliff. This could be some sort of mental break that he's manifesting." Filipe countered.
"No, its not. He said he was at Tirymôr updating the family on some woman named Mary and that the doctor that was taking care of Evie at the hospital burst in and said she had escaped. Right there in front of him." Nik explained.
"She couldn't have escaped on her own." Filipe said almost as if it was meant to have a thought but it came out of his mouth, he was clearly worried this was yet another sign Sebastian was out and about.
"How did you know she wasn't alone? Christian also said there was another patient that left with her. Another woman." Nik said, as a fisherman sitting at the bar in a thick blue wool sweater and matching woven cap caught the last part of Nik's sentence. It was Matthew Winterborn.
"A woman??" Filipe said, confused about the sex of Evie's helper, thinking it was Sebastian that had helped her.
Neither Filipe or Nik knew the exact truth of Evie's escape from Windcliff; that Sebastian and Georgina had broken into the hospital and abducted Evie while the other patient, Alice, escaped on her own following the other three. The entire situation seemed confusing and had several threads of truth that had yet to be unraveled, but for eavesdropping Matthew, he listened as close as he could to his bar patron neighbors to see if they were actually after his sister Alice to hurt her.
"That's what Christian said, but to be honest his mind was all over the place and as soon as he was able to get that part out they came and took him away. Just like they must of taken my sister. She's been taken and now she's lost and Chris is now where she is. All of this is just too confusing to understand an frankly, Filipe, I have a good mind to find Evie and taken her back to England. This whole Island sends the shivers up and down my spine." Nik added.
"We'll find her. I'm sure we will. If it were me at the head of this investigation, I'd bet Evangeline is back on Welshport somewhere." Filipe confided.
"Why do you think that?" Nik wondered, sipping the amber beer from his frosty mug.
"This is where she belongs now. She's said so herself to my partner Celeste. They became very close while she worked as Evie's maid. Evie believes this is where she was meant to be." Filipe said.
"That's mad! If she thought that then, I guarantee that she doesn't believe that now. Everything that has happened has most likely soured her on this strange island and this family she's been married into forever. Again---I know my sister. She is probably on a boat somewhere right now headed back to England and I'm the fool sitting here in this God forsaken place still looking for her. Jesus! I should just go back too!" Nik said, the beer now flowing through his small body and in his veins giving him the courage to say everything he felt without filter.
"Excuse me." Matthew said, finding it the perfect time to intervene.
Filipe and Nik both looked up at the tall tan skinned handsome man with the thick black hair under this wool cap.
"'Help you sir?" Filipe asked, then sipped his beer.
"I couldn't help over hear your conversation, so I hope you wont be too sore with me but I think I know who you're talking about and I think I could help." Matthew said politely.
"You know my sister? Do you know where she is?" Nik asked jumping to conclusions.
"No, no, not your sister but the other person you said might have left with her from some hospital on the mainland. That was my sister, Alice. She showed up just the other day and she told me herself that she left the hospital. I...well, I had her placed there years ago for..." Matthew paused "well she had her troubles. She seems better now actually, but she did tell me she had a friend who left there too. Right before she did."
"That's EVIE! IT HAS TO BE!!" Nik exclaimed.
"Now, let's not jump to conclusions now." Filipe warned. "Who are you friend?"
"Matthew."
"And your sister is Alice, how did she get to Welshport from the mainland?" Filipe asked.
Matthew couldn't just say she used these god given supernatural powers and swam 105 miles underwater and surprised him. He thought for a second and said "She stowed away on a supply trawler from Bangor."
Filipe looked at Matthew with a suspicious look but had no choice but to believe him.
"Was Evie with her? Is she at your place now with Alice?" Nik asked eagerly.
"No, she's alone. She came alone too but...listen, my sister is very special. She has these way about her that can do things. She can see things. She can be things. I know she cares about your sister Evangeline. She said they were very close and I have a feeling with what all that she has in her she can help find Evie. In fact I have no doubt about it." Matthew said.
Filipe and Nik looked at each other from across the bar's table that had hundreds of years of carvings in its surface with names of sailors and soldiers and lovers from over the decades. The sounds of the busy bar seemed to quickly fade as they both almost telepathically decided that Matthew was their best bet yet to find Evie Jordan-Lord.
"What we have to lose?" Nik asked sipping the last of his now warm beer.
"I guess you're right. Listen, Matthew, can we meet with Alice today? Time is of the essence I have a feeling someone may be after Evie and we want to make sure she's safe." Filipe asked.
"What are you talking about? Who's after her?" Nik asked Filipe surprised by his words. They had never talked about Evie being in danger or being followed by someone dangerous.
Filipe had to think fast, he had in his mind that Sebastian was out there possibly in some ravaging blood thirsty and mad hunger attacking people in secret and perhaps had Evie locked away somewhere. But he knew he couldn't just come out and say it, so he just said "Jacob. Jacob Lord could be after her."
Nik seemingly, and with some of the alcohol still racing around his veins, agreed and pushed Matthew to take them both to Alice at once.
Matthew agreed and paid his tab.
Then, the three quickly made their way through the maze of drunk sailors and fisherman and out of The Siren's Call pub and head to Matthew's small apartment on the north side of Welshport Village to find Alice and seek her mystical help to recover Evie. As the three caught a cab, Filipe worried though that Sebastian, or even Jacob himself, had gotten to her first and that perhaps they'd all be too late.
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| Celeste, Charlotte & Jacob |
At Tirymôr House, Celeste had arrived for hear early morning session with Charlotte. They were set to learn about the wonders of the world on this day: Parisian Art, Roman Architecture, Greek history. Very small lessons on each topic would sustain Charlotte's young mind and at the same time give Celeste time to rethink what she, Charlotte and Sabrina's spirit had plotted not too long ago in the Café in the village. After Celeste's run in and subsequent failure of killing Jacob, she didn't want to try again. He know had legitimate proof of something she wanted hidden about her family and the blackmail would be too much for her to handle, and most definitely the truth of what she did with Jacob in bed would destroy her life along with her love: Filipe.
In her dust blue dress, with a long train that stretched from the bustle to about a foot behind her, Celeste decorated Charlotte's makeshift school room with open books on each topic. Without her even noticing, Jacob entered the room.
"Your student, dear governess, won't be in today." He as he entered the room and sharp suit, black and grey with cufflinks that sparkled in the sun that peeked through the diamond grilled windows of the room.
Celeste's body stiffened with disgust as she saw the man the forced himself on her, blackmailing her into bed. She felt revolted at the sight of him but true to her form, kept her composure.
"What do you mean? Is she not feeling well? I could go up and serve her some tea." Celeste offered.
"No, no, I'm sure she's physically well. Mentally...perhaps that's something else." Jacob replied coming close to Celeste, so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. He kissed her and she pushed him away. "Now, that is no way to push your beloved." he said in jest, knowing she couldn't stand him.
"UGH! Please." She replied, quickly making her way towards the door to find Charlotte.
"You wont find Charlotte in her room. She's in the turret. Locked in the turret I should say." Jacob said.
"Locked in the turret? Why?" Celeste replied in horror.
"She's been a bad girl, Celeste, that's how bad girls are punished. Why don't you sit here next to me and tell me why I think she's been a bad girl, yes?"
Celeste furrowed her brows. She felt like she was in some kind of riddle. He was talking to her but she wasn't sure what he was even talking about, or what he meant or if he was trying to trick her. But she was worried about the young heiress, Charlotte, and for her Celeste entertained her Jacob’s invitation.
"Go on then, tell me,” she said. “why has she been punished?" Celeste asked moving a stack of books from a chair so that she could sit across from Jacob.
"Do you mean to tell me you, as her governess, have no idea? I find that had to believe." Jacob said.
"Yes, I truly do not know. Its almost 10 o'clock, has she been in the turret all night?" Celeste worried.
"She has."
"JACOB! Has she eaten???" Celeste shouted, darting up from the chair.
"Of course! I had cook take something to the turret door, but you seem to talk about her as if she were one innocent person when we both know that is not the case, don't we." He said to Celeste's shock.
"I don't know what you mean." She lied.
"Oh, of course you do. Of course you do!! How else would Charlotte been able to carry on with that ... I don't know what you'd call it, possession perhaps, without help from someone else. You come to mind." Jacob accused.
Celeste's breath slowed. “Possession?” She feigned.
“Enough games Celeste.” He growled.
She saw no need for furthering the lies. Jacob clearly knew about Sabrina. "I only found out recently." The governess confessed softly.
The situation with Sabrina inside Charlotte had gelled long enough in both their minds for them to come to terms with the strangeness of it albeit terribly disturbing. But they both saw Sabrina. They both witnessed her reveal herself from inside Charlotte to know it was all real.
"I assume you discoverer this around the time when you came into my room with a pair of sharp shears. No doubt my dear ghostly sister in law Sabrina put you up to that. Well it doesn't matter when you knew or how long you knew, what matters is you helping me figure out how to rid her of that woman inside of her. Sabrina was whore in life who lied and connived my brother into marriage and the very idea of her inside my daughter now makes my skin crawl. What do you suggest we do to fix this?" Jacob asked, somewhat rhetorically.
"I knew Sabrina Lord, Jacob! She was none of those things. Your brother loved her and the fact that you continue to smear her and put out these lies about her is precisely why she can't leave this world and finally go on to the next. Don't you see? All of the terrible things that have happened here in this house in this family have you as the common denominator Jacob, perhaps its all you. You are the dark force that brings the horror into these walls." Celeste replied, her heart pouring out everything she had wanted to say for a while.
"Me??” Jacob said with a laugh know full well how evil he had been. “I don't bring all the terrible things to this family. I’ve done all I could to keep this family and it’s business a float. Bedsides Making love to you happened in these walls…that wasn't terrible was it?" He asked with a sinner's smirk.
"You're disgusting!" She shot back, feeling dirty the same way she felt when he blackmailed her into bed.
"You didn't fight me. You seemed happy. Did I make you happy?" Jacob continued, making her feel even worse than she did before.
“Happy? I was blackmailed. You used your power over me and forced me. How could I have been happy? You didn’t give me a choice.” She hissed.
“Oh I think you did have a choice and you chose to keep your family’s secret. I don’t blame you.” He replied.
"I don't want to talk about it. Do you understand me? I don't want to talk about it. You held something over me and that is the only reason why that happened. It wont happen again." Celeste asserted.
"I think it will, my dear. I truly think it will because what I have over you hasn't ended or gone away and if you truly want to keep your family's good name --GOOD, then you'll do whatever I want whenever I want." Jacob said with a slithering voice like a snake in the grass.
"You piece of shh" Celeste began before Jacob hushed her with his finger and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back only to bite him on the lip.
"YOU!!! YOU!!" He screamed, blood dipping from his lip on to the room's pure white carpet.
She stood her ground. She was standing there in front of a man who made her break the vows to her beloved Filipe all because of a secret she was holding back from the world to protect her family. He knew what he was doing, he was as cold as reptile, a murderer, a blackmailer, a liar. Everything cruel and evil in the world stood in front of her and she stood tall.
But the bite to his lip only made him more in love. She was feisty. He liked feisty. He removed a handkerchief embroidered with his initials JL in blue thread. He dabbed the white cloth over the bite mark leaving perfectly round circles of blood on it. The monogram on the the handkerchief too turned from a blue JL to a purple as his blood seeped onto it.
"Let me go check on her, please." Celeste asked calmly of Charlotte.
"Alright.” Jacob sighed. “But only if you kiss me one more time, no bites." He said as he came close to her again and grabbed her by the wrists. He pulled her close she could see that he desired her, he truly did desire her. He could feel how frightened and even disgusted she was by him but it didn't matter, inside of his cold heart he felt that for some reason she would be the one to be his wife. He was falling in love with her even though he was being so cruel and cold to her. She closed her eyes, and waited for him to kiss her. She did not pucker up. She did not move. She did not like it.
Then he lifted his soft pillow likes lips and she opened her eyes. When she opened them, his hand was extended with the key to the turret where Charlotte and the ghost that processed her, Sabrina, were being punished.
Celeste grabbed the key and quickly made her way down the long hall that lead to a second long hallway that she quickly rushed down to find the door of the turret. Celeste nervously slipped the key into the lock and turned it. The latch lifted and she opened the door and there was Charlotte.
"CELESTE!!!" the little girl said, hoping her father had come to free her.
"Oh darling girl!" Celeste said crouching own low so that Charlotte could run into her open arms.
They held on to each other tightly. Squeezing so tight as if they had not seen each other for years. Charlotte was terrified of what her father was capable of and all she wanted to do was feel safe again and in Celeste's arms she did feel safe. She was almost becoming like a mother figure for her. As the two continued to hug, Charlotte began to feel something. Something like a spark of light in her mind.
It was a message from Sabrina inside of her. The two, ghost and child, shared a psyche and could speak to each other without ever uttering a word out-loud. Charlotte pulled away from Celeste but kept her perfect little hands on Celeste's shoulders. She looked deep into Celeste's dark eyes, pools of amber and chocolate and concentrated on what Sabrina was telling her in her mind.
Charlotte noticed something about Celeste, something that she hadn't seen before the last time they talked. Before the scissors incident. Her skin was brighter. Sher eyes clearer.
"Tell her Charlotte, tell her now." Sabrina said inside Charlotte's mind.
After a brief pause as the information streamed into Charlotte’s consciousness from Sabrina Charlotte looked into Celeste’s deep brown eyes and said: "You're pregnant! You're going to have a baby!"
Celeste froze in shock.
"WHAT? Charlotte what are you talking about?"
"Aunt Sabrina just told me, she can sense it. She can see the tiny baby growing already. There is a baby inside of you, only a few days old. But you are. You are pregnant. A child is to come." Charlotte said.
"I... that can't be." Celeste said, realizing she had made love to two men in the last few days: Jacob first and later her true love Filipe.
Charlotte could understand from Celeste's blank stare that this was perhaps an surprise pregnancy and unplanned. She then jumped back into her governess' arms and held her tight once more time hoping her hug would make her feel better.
But Celeste's outside quiet demeanor was actually screaming inside like a woman on fire.
If Sabrina was right and she was indeed with child...who's child was it? Filipe's or Jacob's?
Then from the shadows of the hallway Jacob appeared. He grabbed Charlotte’s arm and yanked her back into the turret. Charlotte screamed as the force of Jacob’s pull made her fall backwards. Celeste got up and tried to place herself in between Jacob and the turret door but Jacob closed it and locked it then removed the key from the lock.
“Now you know.” Jacob said cryptically to Celeste who couldn’t hide her shaking hands.
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| Andrew Kim & Nurse Hoffman in the exam room |
As night came again, the hospital outside Bangor, Maine on the mainland felt quiet and strange. Stranger than it usually felt. In a holding room, Christian Evans lay on an iron slap table completely naked and asleep as Dr. Kim examined his body.
Christian was in good shape. He had perfect muscle tone. His body was young and healthy. He had small cuts around his fingers from various yard work around his home, his eyebrows were full and thick, his legs were like carved marble muscular and strong, his feet large and sturdy to hold up his hefty body shape.
"This will do. He will do perfectly. Its almost as if it were meant to be!" Dr. Kim said of his science project.
As Christian slept, Kim placed a small sheet over his body up to the waist leaving his strong chest and shoulders exposed. Kim then went over to a large oak chest of 40 tiny drawers that took up most of one of the four walls in the room. In each of the drawers medications, medicines, elixirs and potions.
He opened the drawer marked L and pulled out a small glass vial. He stuck a needle into the vial that had a label that was written in Korean.
Dr. Kim then walked over to Christian, still asleep and looked down on his new subject as a nurse came into observe and take notes per Kim's request.
"Are you ready doctor?" The nurse asked.
"I am, thank you Nurse Hoffman. For the record: I have rendered the patient asleep for the following purposes: The transformation which will take a few weeks to finalize could be painful when the medicine runs through the veins. After a few hours, the patient will wake up and he will most likely have the feeling of nausea, perhaps he will vomit, although this is not something I anticipate. As the tests and sessions continue, I will increase the dosage each time. The patient will experience irritability, anger and emotional changes as the experiments go." Dr. Kim said for the notes.
"This chart says each session will have you doubling the dose of the medication each time, is this correct?" Nurse Hoffman wondered.
"Correct." Kim replied.
The nurse lifted a brow as that seemed excessive then Dr. Kim lowered his hands and carefully injected Christian with the medicine from the box in the drawer marked PATIENT X.
"Very good. Now, let's get him dressed and into a room down on level C, shall we?" Dr. Kim ordered.
The nurse nodded her head and called in two hefty orderlies to help with the slumped over Christian.
As Christian's sleeping body was taken back to a room in Windcliff's level C, a solitary confinement level, Dr. Andrew Kim opened up his briefcase and pulled out his copy of paperwork that Jacob had shown him.
The paperwork, clearly copies of originals, that Kim’s late husband fabricated using Lord Publishing presses that showed the illegal marriage of two loving men.
Dr. Kim's face froze in anger. Jacob was holding this secret about him just as he was holding one over Celeste’s family’s past. The games of manipulation Jacob loved to played with so many people was how he got his way.
Dr. Andrew Kim was no different.
No one knew this secret husband of Dr. Kim’s that gave Jacob so much leverage & power that it forced Kim to keep Evie locked away against any evidence of mental illness. It was a cruel trick considering the man Kim was married to had died years ago and the certificate of marriage, one that was not legal anywhere in the country, was written for ceremony and sentimental value…and just so happened to be printed by the Lord Press Co., the same company Kim’s husband worked for as a high executive for decades.
Public knowledge of Kim’s personal life, a decade after his husband’s death could still be used to destroy Andrew Kim and his work at Windcliff if Jacob exposed him.
But now Andrew Kim had a plan of counter attack on Jacob's cruel blackmail, that, like with Celeste DeViana, was now coming to a head.
Andrew Kim had his own weapon in the form of a the human body; healthy, muscular, and young, of Christian Evans.
When the treatments were done, Dr. Andrew Kim would use the cellularly modified powerful body and brainwashed mind of Christian Evans to kill Jacob Lord in the most horrible way possible as the vial marked PATIENT X was filled with the secret and experimental medically modified cells of an ex patient at Windcliff that had been sent there because of his penchant for murder and cannibalism that Dr. Kim was injecting into the former Constable of Welshport in hopes of creating something out of mythology: A real life monster that he would brainwash to kill Jacob Lord once and for all, freeing him of the secret Jacob was holding over his head.
Kim then opened a drawer in a side desk and pulled out a torn in half photograph of his late husband, the man he married in secret a decade ago but who died shortly after of influenza like many in that area at the time.
The man was handsome with dark hair and deep brown eyes with skin tan from the Welshport summer sun. He was at a time of the photograph a fisherman from Welshport, but had worked for Lord Publishing in his later years. Kim gazed at the half photo and glowed at his late husband's smile that lit up the room. He had died so young.
"I wont let him turn us into fools." Kim said to the photo. "Ill kill him first."
