Momentum [(UNDERTAKER X READER)]

#9 - A beautiful moon

Days went by without any other incidents. We woke up, did our work during the whole day and got upstairs to read together every night. It was comfortable, more than I imagined. The only weird thing going on were some of the talks we had between books.

It was a particular cold evening, the fireplace was lit and I was sitting close to the fire. I've taken a book about herbs and their uses with artificial chemicals and was reading it in silence before I heard him shuffle at the sofa. It caught my attention.

"Sir, tell me again... what did you say your name was?" I asked casually, resting the book on my lap and pulling the blankets closer to my body to warm up.

He laid the small journal he was reading down, and turned his face to me. "It's Undertaker."

"But, sir, this is just a title. What is your real name?" I asked, frowning. It really got me curious.

"Doctor Jay, is it? Who else refers you by 'Jay'?" He asked back, grinning.

"...Right now you're the only one." It was painful, but true. The only other person who called me 'Jay' was my dad.

"Hm-hm. Now, what is it that your closest acquaintances call you?" He turned his whole body to me, paying full attention to our talk.

"They call me Doctor Quin. Or just Doctor."

"So you already understand why." His grin widened. "You see, people in this world are labeled. They are titles. So much that sometimes... We get lost." He opened one arm, gesturing theatrically. "That was such truth to myself that I got lost in my title. So not anyone calls my by anything other than Undertaker, anymore. After all, this is who I am, is it not?"

I let a long silence follow the question. My eyes wandered the room, the book he was reading, the bookshelf behind him, the blankets and pillows in the corner, his body resting lazily spread on the two-seat and his long, long hair all around him, lit by an orange flickering light.

"I do understand your point, sir" I answered, finally. "Although it would be a waste to believe you're merely an undertaker. You do much more than just tend to graves... This here is not a grave keeper's job, neither it was to take me in under your protection."

"That is a kind thought, dear doctor." He said on a low voice. "I do so wish we could have known each other sooner. This way, perhaps my fate wouldn't have been that of The Undertaker. Perhaps I wouldn't have been forgotten by myself."

"Do not dwell on negative perspectives, sir. Not all that's lost, is lost forever. Perhaps we can unravel what has been forgotten." I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Doctor... you're too kind for your own good. Careful not to be kind to the wrong one. It can cost you more than you're willing to pay. Hee Hee!" He started giggling to himself, leaving me to the ominous feeling his words left in my mind.

.....

The next day, we received a corpse that made me feel the chills on my spine. It was a young woman. A harlot. She had her clothes still on, and a lot of blood was spilled from her stomach.

"Oh no, not again..." I whined, leaning on the working table. Undertaker was gathering the tools from the workshop and putting everything in place.

"Again? Have you seen this already?" He asked most curiously.

"I've already lost count of how many..." I answered, examining the gory scene. Quickly, I took scissors and started cutting through fabric. "This was my prior work. Investigating these murders. Poor girl..." I took a good look on her face. She wasn't much older than me, and had such smooth skin and soft blonde hair. What a shame.