Final Ingrediant

= Final ingredient = Posted by : Winteroak on Apr 13, 2018, 11:00pm

Dusk - 20th August - The Sprawl - Late evening

Mortimer watched over the prone figure of the young boy. He had not suffer any severe injuries apart from some bruising. The old chirurgion was keeping him sedated. He did not want him awake for what was coming next. A elastic strap held a makeshift mask around the boys mouth and nose, connected with a long pipe to a nearby Flagesium burner. He hoped the toxic fumes would be enough. Last thing he needed was a screaming and struggling boy while he performed the procedure.

The Spider had ordered him not to take any more children for his experiments but this was an opportunity to good to pass by. It had not been difficult to whisk the boy away. A few Crescents and the men who found the boy looked the other way. Mortimer had decided to visit the site of the explosion in the Green Docks. Dozens and dozens of dead and injured and the supply of Flagesium from the Delve interrupted for days to come. Flesh burned by Flagesium smelt different he always thought.

He had stripped the boy of his ragged shirt and turned him over to on his side. The final ingredient for Edward Hanton's new medicine. He was resigned himself to harvest it from a fresh corpse but to get his hands on it from a pre-pubescent young boy. He had struck gold. His plan was coming together. He would have the new medicine The Spider demanded. Mavromichali Mortimer grabbed the large needle and slowly inserted it into the boys spine, slowly to ensure he caused no lasting damage to the boy.

The boy groaned and moaned through the procedure that lasted well into the night. Tomorrow he would filter the substance to remove any fat or particles of bone from the marrow. Mortimer wished he could harvest the boy for more. But he could not risk angering Edward when he was so close to his vengeance, by killing the waif. "You are a lucky boy aren't you?" he asked to the sleeping figure. He would dump him somewhere in Bellmere Bazaar, who would wake up very very sore and in pain but with no recollection of how he had escaped from the explosion at the Green Docks or the hellish procedure in the dirty hovel that was is lab.