Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 14

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Heisenberg had led them to a side room with a table and some chairs. His feet hitting the concrete floor could have probably been heard from the other side of the factory. He pulled one to the side and gestured for Cynthia to take a seat aggressively.

Circe knew what he was feeling right now. nShe had seen it before that day when he thought she was lying to him about not remembering her past. He was acting exactly as he did then.

"Sit the fuck down and explain yourself," he demanded, eyes wild.

She wished he would just calm down, but she understood why he was so on edge. He couldn't possibly understand why she felt more trustful of Cynthis than she was of any of the others. Honestly, she knew that she had no way to explain it herself.

Cynthia sat down and placed the folder she was holding in her lap, folding her hands over the top of it. She looked like she was unbothered by his reaction. "I apologize for appearing so late. I felt like this was the safest way to do this," she explained, while her dead eyes looked up at the man towering before her.

"Safest way to do what? Give us these documents?" Circe asked, pulling a chair to sit a few feet away from Cynthia.

"I want to...help you," Cynthia looked down at her hands. "I want to be of service."

She spoke with a hesitation that Circe had not heard from her before like she knew that she was doing something dangerous. Why would she risk her life to help in the first place?

"Why should we just believe you, huh? Why should we believe that you want to help us?" he paced towards her, grabbing her by her lace collar and bringing her up close to his snarling face.

The thick folder fell to the floor, papers cascading in waves around their feet. Cynthia didn't fight him, her body going limp in his grasp. She kept her eyes glued to his.

Circe stood up, ready to intervene if Heisenberg did anything to actually hurt her. She was sensing that Cynthia was telling the truth. She couldn't explain why, it was like she just knew. "Karl, please..."

"Lord Heisenberg. I have a great...dislike...for Mother Miranda," Cynthia went on to say, her voice never rising. "I want her done away with."

This must have left Heisenberg perplexed because he just huffed and dropped her to the chair with a thud. "You want to kill Mother Miranda?"

"I want her gone. It doesn't matter how, so long as she never returns," Cynthia was fixing her collar around her shoulders as she straightened up in the chair. "The secret that you have a similar disdain for Mother Miranda has not been a well kept one, I must admit, and with the appearance of Lady Zero things have looked up in your favor."

"What about that blood-sucking bitch? You gonna turn your back on her?" Heisenberg began pacing about. "You gonna keep sneaking out to give us information? Hope you don't get caught by mommy?"

"I have already turned my back on Countess Dimitrescu, she just doesn't know it yet," Cynthia replied simply.

At this point, Circe was on her knees on the floor and looking through the papers that had fallen. Gingerly picking one up and holding it to her face, she saw a picture of herself from when she was a child. It included information like her height, weight, blood type, and other things.