Spittoon--Chapter 3

I was inspired by Sweeney Todd, William Shakespeare's Hamlet, and the names came from Arthurian legends; I give you the latest chapter of Spitton, I hope you guys like it! -KatDon

Chapter 3: Ride the Wings of Pestilence

The plane is hovering in the air, a man looks out the window happily and content. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Ah, I'm going home--My home of Avalon! Where my family awaits. My trip to Tintagel and to Corbenic Peaks was quite nice, but there's no place like home." Just then; he was startled by a voice: "Yes, no place like home isn't it. I cannot wait to arrive too." said a mature sounding teenager, it belong to 18 year old Mordred Victor. "Sir?" The man asked in confusion. "Oh, sorry. I was just agreeing with you." Mordred replied politely. "You can't wait to return home too?" The man asked. There was an indifference to Mordred's face. "Yes, you have a good life. Things have been so kind to you but take my word for this; There's a lot of people out there that will spit on your face, treat you like filthy, and give you no mercy." His voice sound almost scary but the man seemed surprised.  "Has that ever happened to you, sir?" He inquired again. Mordred then begin to look sad, "Yes it has, to someone I once knew....when he remembered it makes him feel uneasy. Haunted by the ghosts." "Ghosts?" The man said.  "Of his past. There was once a magician and his lovely assistant who wed and had beautiful children. One of the children, the son, was a happy boy that loved his family so and was so pure yet sweet however all that change by a vulture of the law who killed the magician, in order to be with the magician's wife. The only witness who saw it was the boy, He knew what his uncle did and he went into a blind rage. His mind was illed that his mother and uncle sent him away....Such horror that boy had seen, such blood shed, his whole world crumbled....." Mordred stopped, he was trembling with anger. 

The man was shocked by this, "That's awful! What about the young lady? And the children, what-" Mordred shocked his head, "Oh, that must have been a long time ago. I doubt if anyone would remember that." He said. "I like to thank you for saving me, sir. If you didn't; I would've been arrested for sure." Mordred replied. "Will I see you again?" asked the man. "You might find me wandering the streets." said Mordred. He was walking away as the man waves while calling out, "Farewell my friend, until we meet again." Mordred turned and nodded at him. As he walked away; He is seen mumbling: "There is a hole in the world like a great black pit.... it's filled with people who are filled with shit, And the vermin of the world inhabit it...." That boy he talked about was his own past. He lived a happy life with his family: Mordred loved his father, his mother, his sister, until his dirty minded, cruel judge uncle came along. Killed his father. One day, he was going to make Uncle Paolo pay for what he done! Just then, he felt like someone followed him and touched his shoulder. "Hello Mordred, welcome home." A voice greeted from behind. Mordred turns around to see a familiar face. It was his childhood friend Galahad Justin. "Galahad! Hi, good to see you again. It's been 10 years since the last time." Mordred replied, embracing his friend in greeting. He pulled away to see his friend smiling at him: "Yeah, you've gone paler. Color has faded from your face." Galahad complimented. "Yes, I've noticed. Look at you, you seemed cautious. Is everything all right?" Mordred noted. Galahad hesitated for a moment, "Well, I've been troubled lately. You know your once beautiful home?" He asked. Mordred eyed him suspiciously, "What about it?" inquired Mordred. "It's now haunted." "By what?" "A beautiful yet startling spector girl. The rose glass window is where she appears and stares at you. She's absolutely frightening." Mordred chuckled slightly at his friend, "Allow me to see this for myself." He said. Galahad seized his shoulder, "Wait, Mordred! You can't go off by yourself!" Galahad protested. "I'm not afraid, Galahad. I'll be fine." Mordred reassured his friend. He walked off as he goes up to his house.

Memories came back to him of Anna, his mother, and his father. As he got to the door, he knocked. But saw someone in the window, for a moment that indeed look like a ghost. The door opened, and he saw a bewitching woman. "Hello there, are you the specter?" Mordred asked in a mocking frightened tone. The Spector girl smirked at him, "Hmph, that's what everyone in this town known me as anyway. My name is Lynette Themis." Mordred bowed before her, "I am Mordred Victor, is all right if I come in? This is used to be my home." The girl raised an eyebrow, "Really? Well, of course you may. Come right in." She motioned for him to enter. Mordred looked around to see items relating to magic tricks: Top hats, wands, and magic cards. "Are you a magician?" Victor asked. "Yes, I just do magic tricks for people as a different person." Lynette replied. "Interesting." said Mordred, still looking at the box of magic supplies. "It's been too long since I did  magic. My last show was a disaster thanks to a crazy, obsessive fan of mine tried to kill me." explained Lynette. Mordred laughed a little, "That must've sucked." He said. "It did." agreed Lynette, she too was chuckling. She hands him a drink, "Here, this will help. Please, sit." said Lynette. Mordred does but stops to look around to see how much the house changed. The walls were grayish black, had souvenirs of wands and books there as decorations. No pictures of his family or that hint of spring green walls that he remembered. 

"You know that room upstairs, it's been vacant now hasn't it?" Mordred said, sitting in the chair. "Up there? No, nobody goes up there." Lynette said lightly. "Why?" Mordred asked. Lynette was silent before speaking, "People say it's haunted by something more frightened." Mordred's head shot up, "Haunted?" He asked. Lynette nodded, "Yes, but they could be mistaken. They say eight years ago, something happened up there and it was awful....There was once a happy couple, a magican name Giovanni and his lovely assistant, Morgana. Their children was a beautiful boy for a son and a beautiful girl for a daughter. The boy's name, Victor it was--Mordred Victor." "What happened up there for the Victors?" Mordred asked.  "It sounds shocking." Lynette warned with caution. "Tell me anyway." insisted Mordred. Lynette watched him as she told the story, Mordred wasn't paying attention to her gaze. He listen to her speak, "His mother, Morgana, she lived an unhappy life with her new man, Judge Paolo Barker. The judge tried to keep her happy by giving her flowers but still, Morgana would be withdrawn from him and mourn for her beloved." "Poor thing." Mordred said sadly. Lynette continued with a nod, "Yes, poor thing. But it was yet to come for her...Barker's assistant, Walwein Ansel to her and said that Paolo is devastation as he wants to hold a memorial tribute to her deceased husband, Giovanni Victor, tonight. And Morgana accepts....Then that night came, the party was as expected  but Morgana is told to sit and drink some liquids which were spiked with some drugs in it. She was fretting of where Paolo might be. He was there all right, but the party turned out to be a joke."

Lynette continued, "The poor woman was drugged and drained, Paolo appeared before Morgana and forced himself upon her. He ripped her clothes, tore at his own pants, and was insider her....The others didn't helped, they thought she was crazy so they all laughed at her. Poor thing, poor soul--" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Mordred screamed, he stood up and was shaken all over. Lynette stared at him calmly. "Nobody had mercy on her, those bastards!" whispered Mordred. "It is you! Mordred Victor!" Lynette gasped, softly. Mordred was trembling, "Where is Morgana, where is my mother?" He asked quietly. "She disappeared, nobody knows what happened to her...Since she was 'forcibly assaulted', she left and was never heard from again." Lynette replied. Mordred wept silently, "Mother, sweet mother...And my sister Anna! Where is she?" Mordred demanded. "Anna is fine, She's being locked in a tower by Uncle Paolo." said Lynette."It's been years, things have change here since I've been gone...The tragedy of father, mother, and dearest sister..." said Mordred. "You've changed a lot, Mordred." said Lynette. "NO!!! Not Mordred, he's not here at the moment--It's Manfred, yes Manfred. And I will have my revenge." vowed Mordred. Lynette smiled at him, "I just knew you were a fascinating guy...Come on, let me show you something." She said. She and Mordred went upstairs to the old house which is something different. "What's all this?" Mordred asked. "Special kinds of magic. You will be learning a new type of magic that I was taught by the Magi Sorcerers." explained Lynette. Mordred looked around the room as he sees some sort of jewel and picks it up. 

All of a sudden; Mordred gets horrible visions in his mind. Visions of witches being burned, screaming in pain, people watched them with blank stares. "What's this? Women screaming in pain? What is all this? What is this horrible massacre of pain and sorrow? Make it stop! Please! Someone! STOP!" Mordred screams in terror and wakes up to see that he was on the ground, Lynette is beside him. "Are you all right?" She asked. "What was that? Tell me Lynette, what was that?" demanded Mordred. "That was the massacre by black magicians known as The Dark Magi. Your uncle resides with these people. I propose you with these new powers. After you kill your uncle; your powers will be gone for good and you'll be left with a twist of fate. Live is your one option while dying is your second option. Choose one and who knows what you could live. So, are you ready?" Lynette said. Mordred is amazed, he smiled slyly. He realized he has so much power and that he can take down his uncle. "Yes. I, Manfred, hereby accept!" announced Mordred. Lynette bowed with one knee up, "And I, Lady Justice, will assist you." confirmed Lynette. Together; they will fight together! Meanwhile; Tamsin and her gang arrived in the world of Avalon Realm. Blue Moon was still fixing up Caleuche so now Tamsin was given a portal tracker to find the portals and go to each one. While in this strange world, She and her gang look around when all of a sudden, they are being chased by silver gray vehicles as they get separated. Lynette has clairvoyant visions about her. Then, she told Mordred about Tamsin. He understands, he is told that Lynette knows Vivian because she is from the Dark Magi Sorcerers. Mordred decides to use her to in this operation. Meanwhile; Tamsin was still running; avoiding of being kidnapped when she reached into her bag and dialed her cellphone. She listened and waited. Tamsin gasped to hear someone answer. 

"9-1-1, please state your emergency." said the operator. "Help--I'm being chased!" Tamsin begged."By who?" asked the operator. "By--Hello?" Tamsin started to say, she hears something fizzled and hears a different voice that's not the operator. "911 cannot help, I can get you out of this mess." Mordred said. "Who's this? How did you hack into this?" demanded Tamsin. "We'll worry about that later, right now I'm gonna help you escape.""What? Really?" asked Tamsin in surprise. "Yes, you see that bus over on your left? Get on! It'll get you away from those soldiers. Hurry! Get on!" Mordred said. "OK." Tamsin answered. She managed to hurry and get on the bus. She hurried to find a seat and sank in one finally, letting out a big sigh of relief. When she looks out the window; The silvery vehicles still onto her, she gasps when her cell phone rings and she answers it. "How are you doing?" asked Mordred. "All right, I'm on the bus but they're still onto me. What now?" asked Tamsin. "The side of the bus doors, you see them?" questioned Mordred. "Yeah, you want me to open it?" Tamsin inquired."Yes." Mordred said. "But it says--" Tamsin started to protest. "Forget about that! Your life is in jeopardy! Do it now!!!!!" cried Mordred urgently. "Fine!" Tamsin said. She opened them as she cast a spell that caused the cars to swerve and nearly crash. Tamsin laughed with amazement, Mordred snickered with delight. "Splendid work, you are marvelous!" Mordred complimented charmingly. "Oh, thanks...Tell me your name. In my forgotten memories, no one has ever help me out like this." said Tamsin. "I apologize but I can't tell you yet." replied Mordred. "Damn, that's a bummer. Well, I hope we meet again." said Tamsin, smiling slyly.  But she had a tracking device on his communications so she knows where to find him now.  "Sooner than you think, Mystery boy." 

In the meantime of the seaside of Boreas Eos; There was someone else that was the same age, His name is Gareth Astraeus. He has a sister name Lyonesse and their father is Bragrain. Lyonesse is out to the city to find a job however her brother warned her about the other guys that can hurt her: "Listen very carefully, Lyonesse. There are guys out there that want to use you and abuse you." Gareth informed her. But Lyonesse smirked at her brother. "I can handle them, Gareth. I've been doing this for awhile now thank you very much." remarked Lyonesse. "Your brother is right, men can be manipulative." said Bragraine. "You're the one to talk." remarked Lyonesse. "Lyonesse!" scolded Bragraine. Lyonesse sighed, "OK, OK, I'll be careful." She reassured her brother and father. "I'll see you later." Gareth said, taking his leave and watched his sister drive off in the car. Later on today; Galahad comes by to see Mordred at a cafe. Mordred surprises him by asking him, "Hey Galahad, can I show you something?" Confused; Galahad nodded. So, Mordred lead him to the house where they went inside and saw Lynette there. "Ahhh! The Spector!" Galahad cried. Lynette shushed him soothingly, "I'm not a ghost, my name is Lynette." She said softly. 

Once Mordred and. Lynette explained what's going on, what happened to Morgana, and what Paolo did to her; Galahad was in shock so he decides to help Lynette and his best friend. The trio were going to get into a lot of blood-shedding trouble soon enough.....Anna Victor was a beautiful woman now, stuck in the tower as she begins to sing to herself, "Every blessing you pour out, I turn back to praise. When the darkness closes in, Lord, Still I will say...Blessed be the name of the Lord, Blessed be your name. Blessed be the name of the Lord, Blessed be your glorious name....You give and take away, you give and take away. My heart will choose to say, Lord blessed be your name..." Not realizing that the man, whom Mordred had encountered before, listened to her voice. He was spellbound and want to help her but when he tried to trick Paolo however he saw through his weak lie and brutally beat him before kicking him out. The man came across Manfred and told him about Anna. When Manfred heard about his sister; He decides to help the man, as a way to get his revenge towards Paolo. For Anna. For his dear mother. Meanwhile; Manfred, Galahad, and Lynette was in the city today as they heard of a magician with a 'miracle elixir'. There was a strange girl in disguise as this caught Manfred's attention, she was watching as a young boy appears announcing in front of the crowd: "Hello there ladies and gentlemen, May I have your attention, please? Gather around, gather around! Do you wake every morning in embarrassment and sorrow, Discover your pillow is covered with hair? What is not supposed to be there? Well, ladies and gentlemen, You may never again have a worry again, I will show you a miracle! Gentlemen you are about to see something what rose from the grave on top of your heads! This is Owain's Miracle Elixir, Want one? Only costs for free, guaranteed. Soon you'll have hair once a week....." He ranted. 

Manfred, Lady Justice, and Galahad watches this with uninterested expressions; unlike the crazy crowd. "Is this for real?" Galahad whispered to Manfred. "Hmm." Then he wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Oh crap, what is that god-awful smell?" He asked. Galahad asked "What? Are we standing near an open trench?" "Who knows!" Lynette shrugged. As the boy was passing out the bottle; Manfred took it. "Let's see, What is this?" He mused. "What is it?" Lady Justice asked. Manfred opened it and sniffed inside. He put the cap back on, "It smells like piss." He remarked. Lady Justice turned away, "Ew. I wouldn't touch it if I was you." She warned. Galahad looked and he saw what it looked from the glass bottle. "Looks like piss." Galahad noted. Manfred nodded, "This is piss all right, It's piss with ink." He noted. "Get Owain's Miracle Elixir, Use a bottle of this stuff! Ladies seem to love it!" Lady Justice smirked, "Flies do too." She admitted loud enough for the crowd to hear. When the people had heard this; they revolted and Owain was enraged by his humiliated defeat and nearly almost on the verge to stab him when Manfred used his magic to kill him; making it look like an accident. The crowd went into a panic as Manfred walked away with a sly smirk. The girl in disguise saw this as she takes a particular interest in Manfred. The woman went to Paolo and bowed before him to tell him about the great magician Manfred, but not the murder. 

Manfred can see that Paolo is coming up the stairs and tells Lynette and Galahad to get out. He prepares himself before he heard a knock and goes to answer it. "Manfred." said the man of the hour. Manfred bows before him out of respect, "Good to see you Mr. Barker." He greeted. Paolo held up his hand, "Call me Paolo, everyone does." He said. Manfred nodded. “And pray tell do you want to talk about, sir? Sit down, please." Manfred said politely. "You see, sir, a man infatuated with love. I like to talk about love." Paolo said. Manfred nodded, "The closest I ever gave..." He murmured and starts whistling to the old tune of "Pretty Women". “You’re in a merry mood today, Manfred.” Paolo noted. "Why, It's your delight, sir, catching fire from one man to the next." Manfred said as he poured wine for his quest. Paolo nodded, "It is true, sir, love can still inspire. The blood to pound, the heart leap higher. What more can man require than love." He said. "More than love, such as women." Manfred countered playfully. Paolo looked dreamily, "Ah, yes--women." He sighed. "Pretty women?" Manfred asked slyly. Paolo smiled with delight. "Yes, pretty women." While pouring the red wine from the counter; He slipped something when Paolo wasn't looking. A drug that will make him drowsy. It's perfect for the kill. Manfred brought the drinks over. "Now then, my friend....Now to this conversation." Manfred said. He gave the drugged drink to Paolo and gave himself a non drugged drink. "Have patience, enjoy it. Revenge can’t be taken in haste..." He trailed off, thinking about what would Paolo look like all splattered in blood. 

But his reverie was snapped when someone got his attention back to reality. "Ahem! Make haste, or you’ll be commended, sir." warned Paolo. Manfred realize what he was going to do. "Yes, My lord. By the way, who may it be said is your intended, sir?" He asked. Paolo was once again looking lovestruck. "My ward. She is a beauty, really. Pretty as a rosebud.” He mumbled. Manfred smirked, “Hmph, Pretty as her mother?” He whispered. Paolo looked up and asked. “What? What was that?” “Nothing, sir. Nothing. Let us proceed." During the drinks; Paolo felt drowsy, the drug was working. "Pretty women. They are quite fascinating. The way they're sipping coffee. Dancing. Sitting in the window or standing on the stairs. They are a wonder, Something in them cheers the air. They way they stay with you, silhouetted, Stay forever or breathing lightly. Aren't they so beautiful when they're..." Paolo begin to finish, "....Blowing out their candles, combing out their hair. Even when they leave you and vanish They somehow can still remain there with you....There with you....I love they way they're glancing at their mirrors, Flower picking in their gardens, Letter writing, Weather watching...How they make a man sing, They are a proof of heaven. As you’re living...." "Yes sir. They still are there. They’re there. All the women...pretty women." Manfred agreed, about to use his magic powers but stopped when the man interrupted with good news that seem to kill the moment! 

"Mr. Manfred, they young lady has agreed to come away with me tonight--Judge Barker!?" He cried. "You! I should've known! Anna deceived me, how could she? It's all because of you! Of all people, you have to show your face around here!" Paolo shouted, the man looked terrified and then Paolo turned back to Manfrd and said, "Oh, Manfred? This was a waste of time! You and your pretty women should go to HELL!!!!" And he left. Manfred felt so angry as he was ready to explode. "Sir, please get out." Manfred said calmly. "But sir--I--" The man started to explain. "OUT! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!!" Manfred shouted, the man was so scared that he fled and went down the stairs. A few moments later; Galahad and Lady Justice appeared. "What in the name of Isis--What is going on?" Lynette demanded. "Are you all right? We saw the guy come in after he asked about you." Galahad asked. "I had him! Almost did! His throat was there beneath my hand!" Manfred cried. "Mordred?" Galahad asked. "Calm down, Mordred." Lynette said soothingly. "NO! I had him!!!! He was right there and he'll never return again!" Manfred cried. "Easy, take it easy. Shh, I always keep telling you these things take time and not to..." Lady Justice starts to sing song calmly. Manfred turned to Lynette and pointed at her, "You!" He exclaimed. "...rush." Lynette muttered. "You! You told me to wait! And he'll never come back!" Manfred cried. 

He noticed how scared they look and came to his senses, he turns to the window and slowly paced. "There's a hole in the world like a great black abyss. It's filled with people who are filled with filth, And the vermin of the world inhabit it......But not for long. You see, They all deserve to die. I'll tell you why, Lady Justice and Galahad. Because in all of the whole human race, there are two kinds of men and only two: There's the one staying put in his proper position while the one with his foot in the other one's face. Look at me, look at you! No, we all deserve to die! Even you, Lady Justice, Even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief, for the rest of us death will be a relief! We all deserve to die......" He cried. Then his smile faded. "And I'll never see Annie, no I'll never, hug my sweetest sister again! I'll be finished!" He said sadly. Then, hallucinated and babbled, "Hey, hey, you sir! Come and visit your good friend, Manfred! You sir, WELCOME TO THE GRAVE!!!!!!!!......I will have vengeance, salvation! Not one, not ten, nor a hundred will assuage me! I'll take out his f-ing empire if I have to!" Manfred ranted. Then he stopped and he said sadly, "And my dear mother, must be lying in ashes...And I'll never! See my sweet sister again! But the work waits! I'm alive at last and I'm full of bliss! BLISS AND HEAVEN!!!!" Mordred was creepy on his knees as Galahad and Lynette looked at him strangely. ".......Oh-Kay, I think that's enough ranting. But we still have a problem." Lynette finally said. "What's that?" Mordred asked. "What are we going to do about him?" Lynette asked, gesturing towards the man that left early. 

After Paolo learned that Anna was trying to flee; he attempt to court her but Anna rebukes him and she was sent away but the man managed to see all of what Paolo did and found Anna's whereabouts, rescuing her and hiding her away. Later, Lyonesse was seen gasping in horror, she went back home where her father was and she shouted, "Dad! Dad! Oh forgive me for this!" Her father was shocked to see her daughter in he his state. "What is it?" He asked. "I saw a boy today! He--" Lyonesse spluttered. "Did he hurt you?"  Her father asked. Lyonesse took a deep breath and said, "No, he looked pale and I was scared. I was sewing at my workshop when the mysterious Manfred, filthy and his clothing astray, was pale as his shirt, his knees were knocking each other, and he looked so bad that he couldn’t talk to me. But then, He grabbed me by the wrist and started touching my face as if he was observing it for a painting. Then he bobbed his head up and down like a crazy person would do. He finally let me go and walked out the door with his face facing me; his eyes fixed upon my face."  Bragraine begin to smile, "Well, well! He must like you. I underestimated those horrible men, perhaps they're some that are good. What's that?" There was a letter sticking out. "May I read this letter?" Her dad asked. Lyonesse nodded. "Y-Yes." She stammered. Her father opened the letter and reads it, "'You may wonder if the stars are fire, You may wonder if the sun moves across the sky. You may wonder if the truth is a liar, But never wonder if I love. O dear Lyonesse, I am ill at these numbers; I have to reckon my groans: but that I love you best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. Therefore continually most dear lady.'" Once he finished the letter; he was amazed. "I like to meet this boy myself, he seems OK to me." said Bragraine. "What? He's gotta be using her!" Gareth was standing in huge doorway, shocked by what he just heard. "Now, Gareth. Don't be so uptight, not all men like us are dirty, greedy pigs." 

"You're not a filthy man full of greed are you?" Manfred asked. "No, no! 'Course not!" Bragraine laughed nervously. Manfred eyed him suspiciously. "You seem like one, are you trying to make me look stupid in front of your daughter? Just because of your skepticism?" He questioned again. "I would--" Bragraine starts to explain but Manfred cut him off. "Or maybe you just want to keep that fair maiden far away from me to touch her?" said Manfred. Bragraine sighed. "Her mother was killed by horrible men, she's all I got!" Manned understood this. "I see. I would never defile a woman such  as your daughter. She's as innocent as her mother was....I would kill anyone that would defile her beauty." He said. "And what would she get out of you?" Bragraine inquired. Manfred smiled slyly, he turned around, leaned over and whispered: "Blood." This surprised Bragraine, "O-All right then. I trust you, Sir. Thank you." He said, hurrying away. Manfred snickered. "Sucker." He thought. Manfred returned to Lynette and Galahad back at the hideout of his lair. "So, how did it go?" Lynette asked. Manfred nodded, "Pretty good." He said. Just then, there was someone here unexpectedly. It was the young lady from before, Of Owain's 'miracle elixir' show! "Manfred? Hello, I'm Vivian Daniels. I'm one of Paolo's mistresses, I came her to talk to you." The woman said. "Hello there, Vivian." Manfred greeted with interest. Vivian explained how Mordred's mother had died from a poison, which she finds out because she tried to stop her! Vivian is willing to take down Paolo for what he done to the poor woman. But there's a catch, Vivian knows that Manfred is Mordred but she vows to keep this a secret. She said she will arranged Paolo to come here again so Mordred can kill him this time! No mistakes, no distractions. 

"Who is that?" Galahad asked. Mordred smirked and said, "Vivian Daniels." In the meantime; Tamsin was on her cellphone, talking to Leander: "I've been observing this one guy, his name is Manfred." There was a pause. "Yeah...Uh, no. I don't know. Look! I got a bad feeling that this going to end really badly and I need to save him before it's too late..." Another pause but much longer. "I know! But I can't ...Like what happened to 'him', S-s-Sean....Yes, OK. I'll see what I can do. Thanks, Leander, talk to you soon." And she hung up. Later; Manfred was seen alone as he was lost in his own thoughts. "To be or not to be dead....That is the question. Is it better to bear the painful burden of life, or to refuse the burden by killing yourself? Life is so full of pain, why do we continue to live when we could just kill ourselves and end the pain? The only thing stopping us is our fear of the unknown, so we choose life over the risk of possible damnation. The reason we are afraid is because we think too much and as a result we fail to act. I know the reason I have yet to take revenge on the judge is because I think instead of acts when I have the opportunity." Out from his window; he can see a beautiful woman passing by and goes down the stairs to see who it was! There, was the fair and virtuous Lyonesse! How wonderful she looked but Manfred must focus now on his objection: Paolo! 

"Lyonesse?" Manfred called out, recognizing her. Lyoness begin to tremble as she turned around, "Oh! Manfred, I come before you...I mean, receive your letter and I accept you. I really do like you." She admitted shyly. "Huh?" Manfred asked, confused totally. "Well, I--Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" Lyonesse exclaimed and she begin to brightly danced with joy practically. "Ooh, Manfred! I'm so happy! I could eat you up, I really could! You know what I'd like to do, Manfred? What I dream, if the business stays as good? Where I'd really like to go, In a year? Don't you want to know?" She ranted happily. "Yes, yes, of course." Manfred said, watching her blankly. "Do you really want to know?" Lyonesse asked with puppy eyes. "Yes, I do, I do." Manfred said, nodding. Lyonesse took a deep breath and kept talking away, "OK..I've always had this dream... Ever since I was a little girl and my rich aunt used to take me down to the seaside. The pier... Makin' little castles in the sand... Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin' around in the sea water!" She giggled. Manfred smiled slightly. "Sounds wonderful." He said. "Ooh, I know you'd love it! You and me, Manfred, we could be alone in a house! Down by the sea! Wouldn't that be fun? With the sea at our gate,  Fishies splashing! By the sea! Wouldn't that be great? By the beautiful sea! It'll be so quiet, That who'll come by it, Except a seagull Hoo, hoo! We shouldn't try. Though, 'til it's legal for two! Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in! To the seaside, By the beautiful sea!" Lyonesse said with joy. Suddenly, Manfred burst out laughing. "Are you trying to fool me?" He finally said. Lyonesse's smile faded. "W-wha--I'm sorry?" Tamsin couldn't believe this, Manfred was being cruel to her. 

"Are you honest?" Manfred asked, amused with himself at her reactions. "What do you mean?" Lyonesse asked. "How can you still be virtuous when you are so beautiful?" Manfred asked. "What does beauty have to do with virtuousness?" Lyonesse questioned. "Beautiful people will eventually give in. I did love you once." Manfred said. Lyonesse bowed her head, "I believe you did." She admitted with a sad smile on her face. "You shouldn’t have believed me." rebuked Manfred. "I was deceived." Lyonesse shrugged. Manfred made a tsked sound, "Go to a nunnery. Why would you be a breeder of sinners? I am honest, but I have done bad things. I am proud, revengeful and ambitious. We are all arrant knaves, do not believe any of us. Go to a nunnery...." He leans in and kissed her but pulls away to ask, "Where is your father?" "At home, Manfred." Lyonesse replied. "If you’re going to play the fool, do it in your own house." Manfred said, he started to walk away but Lyonesse seized him by his arm in despair. "Help him, dear lord!" "If you get married, I will give you the plague as your wedding gift. Marry a fool when you are ready to. Wise men would see right through you. Go to a nunnery quickly. Farewell." He started to leave until Lyonesse grabbed him again more fierce. "O heavenly powers, restore him!" Lyonesse cried but she accidentally slapped him. Shocked; Manfred yells at her, "Those who wear too much make-up are not as they seem. You joke, you don’t make sense, and you baby-talk. You nickname God’s creatures, and you make your lacking your ignorance. I will speak no more. No one from this point on will marry; if they are already married, they shall live that way. Go to a nunnery, go!" And he left. 

Lyonesse was so shocked that she cried hysterically, Gareth hears her and rushes over to her. She was sobbing over Manfred and that set off Gareth completely. "Did he hurt you? I'll kill him if he did!" Gareth said with determination. "He--I don't understand! He gave me his love and now he's....Rejecting me....." Lyonesse blubbered. Gareth was so mad that he could spit. "That bastard!" He cried. In her distress; Lyonesse was weeping and babbling lyrically to songs in a creepy tone: "Come what may....come what may....I will--Love! Love, you.....I, don't know how I feel....Tomorrow.....Tomorrow.....is a different day....Oh! Catch that buzz, 'cause love is the drug! I'm thinkin' of! Alms! Alms! For a miserable woman! On a miserable chilly morning. Thank you, thank you! Remember me, think about me, deceive me, oppress me, believe in me, love me!" But she was sitting on a branch of a willow tree when it broke and fell into the water where she almost drowned. Gareth discovered this while taking a walk and came to her rescue. "Lyonesse! Oh god! Lyonesse!" Gareth cried. On the news; it says that a young woman is being cared for in a mental rehabilitation center until she recovers. Galahad and Lynette were watching this when Manfred enters, removing his disguise and seeing the news. "Who's the lunatic getting locked up?" Mordred asked. The reporter mentions that the young lady is Lyonesse. When Mordred saw this, he was filled with dread! "Lyonesse! No! What have I done?" He said. He fell to the ground, sobbing. 

He sobbed with grief, guilt filled his soul and heart. He didn't mean to do such things. How could he let himself do this to her? He was a monster, just like his uncle. Galahad and Lynette looked at him with pity. "Mordred?" Galahad asked, touching his arm but Mordred pushes him away. "Don't touch me! There is something inside of me you don’t want to mess with!" He exclaimed. "Hey, Leave him alone! Contain yourself, Mordred!" Lynette scolded. "What’s wrong, Mordred?" Galahad asked but Mordred snubbed them. "I loved Lyonesse. What will you do for her? Would you weep, fight, wound yourself, drink? eat? I’ll do it! If you’re going to protest, I’ll say it as louder for the world to hear!" Galahad and Lynette glanced at each other, then back at him. "This is mad." Galahad whispered. "He’ll be like this for a while." Lynette muttered back. Vivian calls him in the afternoon, stating that the date is set and Paolo will be coming at around the evening. Manfred decides to prepare himself by luring more into his shop and killing them one by one. As the sky got dark; he dumped the bodies into the furnace! The man and Anna, who was in disguised, as they barged into the upstairs part. 

"Manfred! He's not here?" The man said, finding that it's empty. He turned to Anna and said. "Wait for him here. I'll return after I call a cab in less than half an hour." He instructed Anna. Anna seemed nervous. "Don't worry, no one will recognize you. You're safe now." "So we're safe?" asked Anna. "Yes." The man replied. "We run away and then all our dreams come true?" Anna inquired. The man thought about it. "I hope so." He admitted. "I've never had dreams. Only nightmares." Anna confessed. The man again told her to stay and left. As Anna waited; she heard someone coming so she hides in the closet. "White his shroud as the mountain snow...Larded with sweet flowers; Which be wept to the grave did go, With true-love showers...." Manfred enters to see a crazy looking woman, "Who are you? What are you doing in here!?" Manfred demanded. "Evil this is, sir. The stink of evil--from below--from her! She's the devil's wife! Beware her, sir. She with no pity in her heart. Hey-- don't I know you, mister?" The woman ranted. "Manfred?" Paolo called out. Scared of fear; Manfred kills the woman and takes her body down. Vivian saw the body drop down and carries it away. Paolo appears before Manfred. 

"Where is she?" He asked. "Below, your honor. With my neighbor. She has seen the error of her ways." Manfred remarked. Paolo's face lights up to this, "She has?" He asked. "Oh yes, your lesson was well learned. She is longing for forgiveness." Manfred answered. "Then she can have it. She'll be here soon?" Paolo instructed. Manfred nodded. "Yes." He replied. "Excellent, my friend. How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!" Paolo said with delight. "With fellow tastes-- in women, at least." replied Manfred. "What's that?" asked Paolo. "The years no doubt have changed me, sir. But then, I suppose, not for what happened to my father. Or mother or sister. That's not particularly memorable." Manfred said, removing his disguise. Paolo was frozen with fear as Mordred sneered down on him. "No...Mordred Victor!" He gasped. "MORDRED VICTOR!!!!!!!" Mordred screamed and begin to stab him. Blood convulsed out of him, it went flying! "Oh crap..." Galahad gasped. "Don't look!" Lynette whispered. When it was over; Mordred was lamenting: "Rest now, my friend. Rest now - forever. Sleep now the untroubled, Sleep of the angels.." In the room Vivian came to see there is a body there and saw it was a woman as she quickly decides to burn this. But Mordred comes in, startling her by being covered in blood splats. Mordred decides to take care of the body but stops to see the woman and drops her to the floor! He was terrified as well as Galahad! 

"No, it can't be!" Galahad gasped. Tamsin watch this in horror. "I don't believe it!" Lynette whispered. "'Don't I know you?' she said,You knew she lived." Mordred said. Vivian looked guilty. "I was only thinking of you!" She claimed. Mordred glared up at her, "You lied to me." He said. Malice oozed in his voice. Vivian begin to rant her lies, "No, no, not lied at all! No, I never lied! I said she took the poison-- I never said that she died--Poor thing! She lived but it left her weak in her mind--All she did for months was just lie there in bed--Should've been in a hospital! Poor thing! I'd be in love with you! Could that thing have cared for you like me?!" Manfred turned to the witch, "Madame Vivian! You're an eminently practical wonder, always appropriate! Eminently practical and yet there's little point in dwelling on the past. Now come here, my love. Not a thing to fear, my love. What's dead, is dead." Madame Vivian looked gracious. "Do you mean it? After everything I did? I mean, I swear I thought was only for the best! I--believe me! Can we still be together?" She asked. Manfred seized her and they waltzed "It's in the history of the world, my pet." Mordred said. "Oh, Manfred...Leave it to me..." Vivian moaned. "Lesson learn, darling woman, is to have forgiveness and try to forget." Mordred reminded. "Just as Lyonesse had told you which I want to take you there. By the sea, My dear Manfred, we'll be comfortable and no one will bother us." Vivian spoke. "And life is for the alive, my dear. So let's keep living it!" Mordred said. "Just keep living it! Really living it!!!!!" He threw Vivian into the furnace as she shrieks, "AARRGHHHH!! AARRGHHHHHHH!! AARRGHHHHHHHHH!!" 

"M-Mordred? I--?" Galahad started to say, but Mordred went and came down on his knees and cradle his dead mother on his lap and begin to sob bitterly, Tamsin was chocked up by this of Mordred saying, "Mother, I've come home again...Mother....Oh, my God, What have I done?! Mother, you will be always a beautiful mother, so virtuous, and I'll be the foolish son." But Gareth entered and looked horrified. "No! NO! It's you!!!!" He yelled. Mordred looked up, "Gareth!" "You? You! Are Manfred?! How--" Gareth stammered. "Gareth, please!" Mordred, but Galahad stopped him, "No! Don't! This is for father and for my sister!" He held up a pistol and charge at him. "GARETH!" Mordred cried. "MORDRED!" screamed Gareth. "NO!" Galahad cried. There was a fatal gunshot!