How you got here is hard to say.
The bits and shards of your previous life are so minuscule that you hardly even bother to remember it. All you really have to your identity now is your name, and what you’ve become. Or rather, what Mother Miranda blessed you to be.
Some beast that craved blood.
Specifically, the Lord Karl Heisenberg’s blood, to keep him busy and complacent to a degree. It was only after you had been so graciously dumped on him, that you two pieced it together just what she was up to when she created you to be the monster you are now. The venom to your bite made him immobile for a period of time. Relaxed, if you will.
In the end, Heisenberg chose to leave you in a cabin near the factory.
”For safety” he’d said.
But who’s? You’d ask often, but he’d either throw an object or a fit if you kept pestering him about it for too long. After all these months, and with his abilities you’d think he’d have better aim. It must be pure luck he happens to miss your head every time.
Definitely.
Twice a week he would stop by to feed you and keep Mother Miranda off his back. Maybe three or four, if you’re good company the last time he was there. Offering the liquor and cigars you trade the Duke for things you find certainly serves to keep you in his good graces.
You wait and wait, growing hungrier as the time passes, the feedings never set to specific days. Sometimes scattered, sometimes in rapid succession- one day after another.
But you never stress for long. Because like clockwork, there he is, standing in your doorway.