Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 7

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Finally kill Mother Miranda? Was this what he wanted all along? Heisenberg had brought it up before, but Circe thought he was only joking. She never thought he was actually hoping she could do it, mostly because the idea seemed entirely impossible. She couldn't fathom anything ever being able to compare to her. Mother Miranda was the true force to be reckoned with, she knew this. So why did he sound so confident that she would be able to give him what he wanted?

Was this the only reason he was being so nice to her?

"Wh-what?" she choked out, her head cocking to the side ever so slightly. "You think...I can kill...Mother Miranda?" She was horrified and she wasn't trying to hide it.

His laugh was almost like a rustic melody. "I'm practically positive you can." He removed his hands from her shoulders to make himself a third drink.

She stared at him before suddenly downing the rest of her beverage, and holding out her glass. "May I have some more, please?"

He indulged her, smirking as he did so, by pouring it for her. He continued on. "Thought you said you weren't a wimp?. Obviously, you'll need to prepare, so it won't be anytime soon. Geez, you've only met her once and you're already terrified."

"The energy emanating off of her during the meeting was enough to let me know how powerful she is," Circe breathed. Mother Miranda's power had been radiating off of her in giant waves then; chilled, thick, and suffocating. She brought the glass to her lips.

"Okay, yeah. Guess I shouldn't sugarcoat it," he admitted, but he still had an amused look on his face.

Circe was concentrating on her now; eyes unseeingly staring at the floor. The alcohol helped her handle the conversation a little better. It was sending a buzz throughout her entire body, but it felt more prominent in her head and arms. She didn't feel it in her throat, however, and soon it was all finished up. She forgot to respond.

He watched her for a moment, then looked away in thought. "Hey, listen," he murmured.

Circe only moved her eyes to look at him, letting him know that she was.

"Mother Miranda's preparing isn't just for some party to welcome you to this fuck-show of a family," he was looking seriously at her now. "She's preparing to probably hack you up and put you back together."

Circe's eyes widened and looked back at the floor.

"Or something like that," he waved his hand. "All I know is she will definitely conduct some kind of fucked up experiments on you. Just like she did to me, and Donna Dummy, and Fish Fuck, and Lady Pompous Dick," a knife from somewhere flew across the room.

She could hear it stab, what she guessed was the wall, but she didn't react.

"Are you still listening?"

She nodded.

"Do you want to be just another experiment?"

She shook her head.

"Then Miranda needs to die," he reiterated. "Because she's never going to stop until she is dead."