Chapter 3

It was a very late night over in the center of London. One of the many large factories were still open as a large and muscular man slowly made his way out through the front door. The streets were impossible to see through thick black fog and smoke, all of the polluted air covering every square inch of the outside. He was covered in dirt, grease, and bruises. His body moved slowly and stilted, like he was dragging invisible weights while all of his bones and muscles were burning. He was wearing a white shirt that was covered in so much dirt, dust, and grease it almost appeared as if it were entirely black, messy and torn black pants, and he removed the thick leather gloves from his hands. He pulled out a large cigar and tried to light a match, but he couldn’t get it to light. He threw it down and tried another one, but that too didn’t light.

“Need some help?” A feminine voice asked from the shadows.

A young and beautiful woman emerged wearing a purple and blue dress that was very loose around the torso and very tight below her waist.

The man looked at her before immediately smiling.

“That would be lovely.” He said, holding his cigar out towards her.

She pulled out her own matchbox and struck one, holding it up until the cigar caught. He took it to his lips and took a large hit before removing it and blowing the smoke out. He looked at the woman and smiled.

“Would you like some?” He asked.

“Oh that’s so sweet of you.” She replied.

She took the cigar to her bright red lips and breathed in, but then immediately began to cough.

“That’s too strong for a fragile girl like me.” She said as she continued to cough.

The man chuckled and put his hand on her lower back, causing her to give a seductive smirk in response.

“What’s a lady like you doing in a place like this?” He asked.

She shrugged.

“I wouldn’t call myself a lady.” She whispered.

The man shivered and softly moaned to himself.

“I don’t live far from here. You want some…”

He lost his train of thought as he looked at her body top to bottom. She snapped her fingers and put them under his chin to push his gaze back up to her eyes.

“It’s improper to stare at a woman like that.” She said in a teasing tone.

The man kept smiling.

“Why don’t you show me that place of yours…it’s getting quite cold out here.”

The man smiled again and held his arm out. She wrapped her arms around his as his free hand allowed him to keep smoking the cigar. He quickly finished it

They walked slowly through the empty and quiet streets. As they disappeared into the smoke, another figure emerged from the shadows by the factory.

They were wearing a black top hat and a metal mask covering the lower half of their face. They wore goggles that made the fog and smoke almost completely disappear to them. Their entire body was obscured by a large, leather trench coat that nearly reached to the ground. The boots they were wearing were thick and heavy, very well cleaned and maintained. The hands were covered by matching black gloves that were very tight to their large hands…tight enough to see every individual knuckle and line in their skin.

The figure very slowly walked forward, following the same path that the man and woman went in, even stepping exactly where they stepped. The figure continued to follow, watching as the new “couple” made their way into a small home. The figure stood across the street, completely obscured by the thick fog and smoke.

A light turned on inside the home, but the figure stared at the window. The curtains blocked the bodies, but the silhouettes were clearly doing sinful acts as the clothing came off and was thrown around very quickly. The man’s silhouette picked the woman up with ease and carried her away from the window, the figure losing track of them. The figure slowly walked up and grabbed the door knob, which turned and opened with ease. The figure could hear a door slam shut upstairs as the figure walked inside. They quietly shut and locked the door before going over to the living room. They collected the clothes off the ground, folding every piece very neatly before placing two separate piles on the dining table. As the figure walked around, they cleaned and tidied up whatever was uneven or tilted. Once they finished, they turned the light off and very quietly made their way to the stairwell. They moved silently up the wooden stairs, their hand moving to the inside of their trench coat. The fingers moved along multiple tools before slowly wrapping around a scalpel. They made it to the second floor and turned towards a door. The sound of a bed rocking and hitting the wall covered up the sounds of sinful moans and pleasure. The figure very slowly made their way over to the door, grabbing the door knob and very slowly turning, pushing it open just enough to look inside. The woman was on top, riding the man quickly as they both moaned. Their hands were all over each other as the figure continued to watch. The pushed the door open just enough to slowly slide inside. The only source of light was the moonlight, which struggled to get through all of the smoke and fog. The limited light was only enough to illuminate the woman, her body glistening from the sweat already covering her skin.

“Yeah…that’s it…that’s good…” The man grunted and moaned as his hands moved to her hips, speeding up the thrusts as she moaned louder.

The figure moved until they were standing at the foot of the bed. They slowly pulled the scalpel out as they continued to watch for a few more seconds.

Suddenly, the two on the bed quickly switched positions. Neither of them noticed the figure watching as the man got on top, pinning the woman down and thrusting quickly into her. They were both continuously moaning as the figure continued to watch.

“That feels…so good…” The woman moaned as she began to claw the man’s back, cutting his flesh with her sharp nails. The man grunted and sped up, like the pain invigorated him.

“I’m…about…to…”

The man was cut off by a loud sound. His body went limp on top of the woman as she tried to get free from under him.

“Um…hello? Are you…”

She finally pushed him off, where he dropped lifelessly off the bed and onto he floor. She looked over to him, but then looked forward. In the darkness, she could spot a metal tool shining in the moonlight.

She tried to scream, but a gloved hand shot out to cover her mouth. She then felt the tool slash her neck deeply, blood quickly pouring out and running down her ***** body. She laid on the bed, unable to make any noise as the figure moved to stare into her eyes. She could see herself in the reflection of the goggles until everything went to black.

“Rise and shine!” Gisela shouted right into Kenrick’s ear.

He was passed out, his head resting on one of his working desks. He shot awake and quickly fell backwards, hitting the ground hard.

He looked up to see Gisela leaned over, upside down from his viewpoint, as she smiled wide.

“How’d you sleep?” She asked playfully.

“Fine…until you did that.” He replied as he slowly sat up, rubbing his head.

“Well, had to wake you up somehow.” She replied.

Kenrick very slowly sat up and needed to use the desk to get to his feet.

“Because why?” Kenrick responded.

Gisela pointed to the engine, which was almost completely finished. Kenrick rubbed his eyes hard before observing it closer.

“Okay…that doesn’t answer my question.” Kenrick replied.

Gisela rolled her eyes and sighed.

“It’s almost done. Hurry up and finish it so I can get going.” She said.

“Aww, you don’t like me.” Kenrick teased.

Gisela rolled her eyes before turning to look at the two mechanical horses laying on the ground.

“Wait…did you pull the second one out?” She asked.

“No.” Kenrick replied quickly.

“Why not?” She asked.

“Because I don’t know if this is going to work. If I did both like this and they fail, then we’d have to start over with both.” Kenrick replied.

Gisela thought about it and seemed to agree.

“Alright. Let’s see what happens when we put it in.” She said.

Kenrick attached a few more screws and plates to the engine.

“Alright, this should work.” Kenrick said.

He made his way over to one of the other desks, but Gisela kept her eyes locked on him. As he walked away, she bit her lip and quickly reached down, removing a single nut from the outside. She slipped it into her pocket as Kenrick made his way over. He screwed in the new screws before carrying the engine over, sliding it inside the horse and closing the mechanical ribs around it. He lifted the horse up with ease, Gisela looking on with wide eyes.

“I will never understand how somebody looking like you can be that strong.” She said.

Kenrick walked around before figuring out how to turn the horse on. It began to move slowly in a straight line, but then Gisela quickly ran up to it. She jumped up onto the body in a single quick and fluid motion, riding it like a normal horse. She then shifted her body weight, causing it to turn to the side.

“How’s it working?” Kenrick asked.

“I think it’s pretty…”

Before Gisela could finish, the engine began to loudly rattle before the horse sprinted quickly, bursting through the barn wall. Kenrick immediately ran after as Gisela screamed.

The horse kept speeding up as the engine was loudly blasting and screeching. Suddenly, the horse stopped and went dead as the engine exploded inside, causing the body to drop to the ground and send Gisela flying high into the air. Kenrick looked around briefly to make sure nobody was watching when he ran as quickly as he could.

Gisela was looking up at the sky as she screamed before she suddenly felt her body get caught in the air before she turned to see Kenrick. A second later they both crashed hard onto the ground, rolling around before they ended with Gisela laying on top of Kenrick.

“Ow..” Kenrick said.

“That was fun! I want to do it again!” Gisela jumped up and danced around as Kenrick looked at her.

Gisela looked over at the collapsed horse, then up at the sky. She began to do mental calculations as she pointed down at Kenrick.

“How the **** did you do that?” She asked.

Kenrick very slowly got to his feet, clutching his back.

“Catch you?” He asked.

“Not just catch me…but like…”

She used her hands to draw the calculations in the air.

“How’d you jump that high to catch me? And not only that, but you covered more distance than should be possible by foot.” She said.

Kenrick was still clutching his back as he limped over.

“You were in danger. I ran as quickly as I could to get you. I jumped off the horse to catch you as high as I could so you didn’t get hurt when we landed.” Kenrick replied, groaning as he struggled to stand straight.

“You are a really strange person.” Gisela said.

She crossed her arms and gave a skeptical face.

Suddenly, Lettice ran over to held Kenrick stand.

“I heard a loud noise. Are you okay?” She asked him.

“I’m fine honey. The engine wasn’t…made correctly.” He groaned.

She looked at Gisela with an angry look.

“Did you do this?” Lettice asked.

“No. Well…technically yes. The two of us worked on the engine and it didn't work, so it’s the fault of both of us.” Gisela replied with a joking tone.

Lettice marched forward and slapped Gisela hard across the face, but Gisela took it and didn’t even turn her head as her cheek quickly turned bright red and began to swell. She still was barely reacting as Lettice went back to Kenrick, helping him limp his way to their home.

Gisela stood alone in the field, staring down at the grass subtly blowing in the wind. She could feel her eyes begin to water, but she rubbed her eyes hard to keep the tears in.

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