Momentum [(UNDERTAKER X READER)]

#17 - Her Last Gala

Undertaker was reluctant when he finally parted. His hands cupped my face, and he held me close. I dared lifting one of my hands to brush his bangs away from his eyes. His eyelids were red and slightly swollen, and his face bore an expression of pure worry. He didn't shrink from my touch, so I kept my hand on his face, caressing his cheeks delicately.

"Let's go?" I said, a low voice, smiling softly. "Can you tell me what's wrong while we work?"

He nodded only barely, and let me stand up. Holding a hand out for him, I helped him up with me. I tidied his clothes and hair, trying to place his bangs where they were before, but he held my wrists gently. Then he smiled a beautiful smile, running his fingers through my arms until they reached my shoulders. "It's all right the way it is. Let us go."

My whole body was electric with shivers, but I agreed and we strode downstairs.

He pulled his hair and tied it in an elegant ponytail, and I started gearing up, preparing tools and vials. When he opened the first improvised bag, he was surprised. "Madam Red? Was she a victim?"

I scowled, helping him take the body out and cleaning it properly. "She was the culprit."

His eyes widened. "Oh. I certainly did not expect that." And then he giggled. "Poor Earl. The downsides to his work are already for long knocking on his door. Care to tell me the tale, doctor? What... exactly happened today?"

I swallowed dry, and proceeded to pick the tools for stitching while he opened her belly and examined her organs. "Well... First of all, you're lucky this here is a mortician's shop. You're quite the heavy sleeper, sir." I giggled remembering entering his room and picking up clothes, dropping some on the floor but having no reaction from where he was taking his nap.

"It happens when you are... in my line of work." He winked at me and I felt my face blush.

It didn't stop me from continuing my work. "Do you perhaps remember yesterday, after we delivered that child? We were walking home and Sebastian bumped into us." The mortician nodded, in acknowledgement. "He gave me a note that night, and in it was day and hour written. They wanted me to be... witness to the Earl's work."

"Indeed, I see. And how did that go?" He asked, examining vials with different organs. None out of the ordinary, except for her lungs and heart, that were slightly tore due to the chainsaw's attack.

"It so happens that the Ripper had a list of victims, and the last one to the list was in the address they gave me. We met there, all three of us in disguise... But the Ripper was already there by the time we all arrived." A lie. I just didn't want to pull all that madness into him now. Besides, I promised the butler I wouldn't tell anyone, so my word was already set.

"A gruesome situation, I'd imagine. And... it was Madam Red, I presume?" He asked, placing all organs in a plastic bag and filling her body with them once again. Then I came in, with needle and twine.

"As a matter of fact, no, it was not. Meaning, our lady here wasn't alone." I said, stitching mechanically. "She had her butler as accomplice."

"And, let humble me guess..." He approached me and pointed to her chest wound. "It was the butler who held a chainsaw? The same, I presume... That killed your beloved father?"

"Exactly." I opened a sad smile. "She was... driven by sorrow. Apparently she lost her baby and her womb a long time ago and in her work... Women who don't really want neither show up, you know how that is." He nodded, helping me and stitching her chest wound. "So she hunted all the women who she had made surgeries of that kind."

"And her butler was the perfect alibi." Undertaker completed, cleaning the finished stitches as I proceeded to open the other body on another table.

"Yes. That's correct." I said, already cleaning the poor harlot's body, that was a huge bloody mess. "That reminds me, the Earl requested you to bury this lady here properly."