The Lady In Black

Chapter 5 (The Lady In Black)

After the long night I had, I didn't have the urge to crawl out of bed so I stayed in. My maid brought in a tray for me with some tea and biscuits and letters. Letters upon letters were brought in. And they all wanted the same, my help. Apparently, Wanheda had gone rogue and the people were frightened. They wanted me to find her and capture her, but if only they knew.

Around noon I had flipped back the sheets and had gotten out of bed, I slipped into one of my favorite silken black gowns and headed out the door. People on the streets fell head over heels for me, whispering phrases like, oh, the Lord has sent the savior or The Lady In Black London's hero. I gave silent smiles and walked on. They were pathetic I thought to myself, utterly useless and dependent on someone like me, someone who would save them. Well, they were in for a surprise.

I walked the streets of London contemplating whether I should go see Mrs. Watson as I planned or not. I mulled the thought over and over while drinking in the sights and sounds of the busy morning streets. The orphans ran squealing like little piglets, the workers walking down the streets to get to work, and then me, the black sheep of the herd. Sometimes I felt at home and at others, I felt as if I was an alien, the odd one out. Yet with Alex, I always had a home. I was always welcome the way that I was. He was never scared of me the way the others were and he never judged me.

Somehow lost in my thoughts I had made my way to Mrs. Watsons. Well, I guess it's decided then I would tell Mrs. Watson everything. I knocked on the door three times and a kind servant opened the door and let me in. Every step down the hall and up the stairs was dreadful what had gotten into me, why was I doing this? The answers never came. The house was beautiful, to say the least, I would have admired it had I not been trying not to faint. Finally, after what felt like years we reached the door to Mrs. Watson's suit. I faintly knocked on the door three times and let myself in.

Mrs. Watson was in a daze silently sipping her tea. As I walked in she didn't say a word, only when I was mere inches from her tea-table had she murmured, "Take a seat." I obeyed and swiftly slipped into the chair.

"I have some good news and some bad news for you, Mrs. Watson."

"Alright get on with it, but make it quick I will be visiting the graveyard in half an hour's time." A servant had scurried in and whispered something into Mrs. Watson's ear. Something horrible I could assume since the widow let out a strangled sort of gasp and tears started to run down her face. As quickly as the servant had come so had she disappeared.

"Mr. Watson's grave has been dug up, and the body was stolen." Whispered Mr. Watson seemingly scared to even talk. I made myself seem shocked, " Why would someone do such a horrid thing?"

And then I let the mask fall. I let out a laugh that was nothing of this world. Mrs. Watson paled then stood and slowly backed up to the window. Just the place I needed her to be. I stayed seated and continued.

"A world of fools I live in. It was me, surprise!"

"Why.. you... why would you dig up his grave, you said you didn't need the body?" Stampered Mrs. Watson.

"You know so little. But I'll give you a hint," a wicked grin spread on my face, "try asking why I murdered your husband."

Mrs. Watson stared at me with a deadly stare, face as pale as death, and whispered, "You're a monster."

"Actually it's Wanheda, Commander of death but I like it. Monster has a nice ring to it." Clearly, Mrs. Watson did not like the humor so I tried something else.

"The answer as to why I became a murder and why I murdered your husband is quite simple really," I paused taking a few steps toward Mrs. Watson, "because the world needs to feel the pain and sorrow and misery I felt, the world will die and I will do it one person at a time." I let out a bitter laugh that made my victim flitch. Why I didn't know but I decided to tell her, voice the thoughts in my head.

"His name was Alex he was only the light, sun, and happiness. I was always the dark, night, and sadness. We were two sides of a coin, we were meant to be together. But the world took him from me, so the world shall pay." Mrs. Watson just gawked at me, going paler and more horrified by the minute.

"Yes, Mrs. Watson, that is my story, and Lily Whitethorn is my true name." I started walking at her and she flinched away right at the window and it swung open. She swiftly glanced down and saw the looming streets of London below. Oh how I shall love this, I thought to myself.

I stalked closer until I was a hair's breadth away from Mrs. Watson and whispered, "Rest in peace, Mrs. Mary Jane Watson." As swiftly as the wind I slipped the dagger from out of my corset and brought it up to her throat. I smiled in her face making sure it was the last thing she saw. Then I sliced a line across her throat making sure she would die but not until she was pushed out the window and realized she was over.

And so I pushed the frail Mrs. Mary Jane Watson out the window and watched as the citizens down below shrieked and ran her way to help, but there was nothing they could do. She was dead.

I shut the window and strutted out the door. The servants paid me no heed oblivious to the horrors that just ensued in the house. I walked out the door a mere lady on the street and made my way back towards my manor. Once I got back I packed only what I needed in a single satchel, dressed in Alex's old clothes, left a note and a fortune of money to my servants, and headed to the train station. One thought twisted and writhed in my head, "It was all for the greater good."