Narrowing her eyes at her brother she leans back against the wall, relaxed but still very tense and warey.
"talk fast then" she spits out
With an exaggerated sigh Jayson nods once again fiddling with the button holes of his jacket.
"They had secrets, that would have least to their demise weather it by my hand or your precious friends from Scotland yard," he mutters adding a hint of venom to his voice at the mention of Scotland yard. A distaste that did not go unnoticed by Dakoda.
"I dislike those imbeciles at scotland yard just as much as you do, the only difference is that I can trust they will be on my side when the time comes," she hisses. "now get on with it you fool or scotland yard will arrive to your body in a puddle of blood, exactly how you left mother and father, brother dearest,"
Gazing over her with a curious glare he nods.
"I have no doubt that you will," Jayson shrugs "It all started with Menachem," He states with a biting hiss.
"My maid? You are trying to tell me you killed everyone because of my maid, the one you claim is an abomination!?" Dakoda scoffs.
"Yes... and no, she was the start of it all, however not entirely the cause of it," He says softly.
"The reason I killed our parents, and everyone else, is because they were playing God... experimenting with human life," Jayson mutters with distaste, looking up from her shuffling feet Dakoda gives him a curious glance.
"human experiments?" she mumbles.
"The would start with humans, the end result was far from being considered human," Jayson says. Taking up her habit of pacing Dakoda hums to indicate he should continue, Jayson, still fiddling with the button holes, sighs
"The maid... well, the monstrosity that you call a maid, She was their first victim, the one that made them realise what they were capable of," He says quietly and with a saddened tone.
"We were only young then, but I loved her and that was all that mattered, I just wanted her to be happy, to be healthy. They had taken her to the basement to try to help her but what came back was a monster," he whispers
"Menachem?" Dakoda mutters "Menachem was a human?" her face pales in colour as she becomes slightly nauseous.
"She was, I was to marry her, but she fell ill, fatally ill... and while trying to save her life they performed a surgery which is forbidden in the medical field, They fused her body and soul with a machine, so perfectly that she would still look and age as a human, but her mind was gone, immune to all illness and pain, unable to think for herself or to remember anything of her past... they made her into the perfect machine, a woman who never disobeys her husband but can easily be ridded of if anything goes wrong," Jayson continues his eyes glistening with held back tears. He turns to Dakoda and she stands still her vision blurring slightly as her wide open eyes stare blankly down at the ground.
"I....I remember her, when she was a human, How could I not have noticed before? How could nobody have noticed?!" Dakoda whispers as tears drip slowly down her face, her lip quivering
"After her, nobody noticed, they kept her hidden until everyone assumed she had died then brought her back out and made it seem the had just remade her image into an automaton, but I believe a more fitting description would be a cybernetic monster, she is neither human nor mahine, and that means she is an abomination, after people saw the handy work and praised them for such a beautifly build, they started kidnapping young women from off the streets, ones which nobody would miss, and they performed the same surgerys on them. They would then be sold off on the black market as maids, servants or as wives, most are unable to provide a husband with children so they were mostly sold as slaves and servants, hidden away from the world and never giving second thought to why," Jayson continues. He throws his hands through his hair and with a look of pure rage he turns to Dakoda throwing his Arms out around widely.
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grail of death and clockwork.
Mystery / ThrillerIn a time of cogs, gears and steam-powered machinery, one would think that people would have many things to be fussing and worrying about. But it's funny how a string of mysterious deaths can change the simply driven mindsets of people into that of...