Tremors

= Tremors = Posted by : Winteroak on Mar 15, 2018, 11:20pm

- The Sprawl, August 18th, Evening -

Mavromickali Mortimer pulled himself to his cot and his bedside dresser. He quickly fumbled with the drawers and pulled a vial from it. He uncorked and poured the purplish substance over his wounded leg. That should counteract the spillage and stop the chemicals corroding his flesh. Slowly and carefully he pulled his trousers off and looked at the wound. That was going to leave a nasty scar. He would have to consider grafting some new skin to it. The pain did not stop his mind thinking about the ultimatum from The Spider.

~Use rats? The fool.~ he thought with disdain. Like rats could ever yield the results they both needed. Mortimer for his experiences and The Spider to be able to function before the damage to his nerves confined him to a life without being able to move.

Laying there on the floor, painting in pain, Mortimer thought back on the first time he has met Edward Hanton in a fetid dark cell of the Black Gallows. The hatred he fell for the man was immeasurable. The torture and humiliation he had endured was the fuel that stoke his desire for vengeance.

Mavromickali Mortimer was an empiricist scientist. Most of his life he had doubted the existence of fate or Gods. How wrong he was. All these years later here he was, with the might Inquisitor of Dusk's life in his old decrepit hands. Yes, Mortimer would keep supplying Edward with the drug he needed to function. A drug that slowly but surely meant the man needed him more with every passing week. In need of stronger and stronger dosages. A drug that was not what it seemed. Yes, he would have something special ready next week. And by the time The Spider realized what was wrong it would be too late...

He laughed. A wicked laughed that filled the small room. So intense he was in the culmination of his plan that he hardly gave any thought to the tremor and how unusual they were in Dusk.