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Whiteley bowed down next to the dead bodies of his brother and his murderer whom he just killed with his own hands. He felt the tears running down on his face, merging with the blood that covered his cheeks. Whose blood was it? Sam? Or Sturridge? He couldn't tell it anymore.
The only thing he knew that he lost everything, including his own soul. He committed the worst crime someone can commit and took a man's life.
What will become of him now?
Then a quiet sound hit his ears.
Footsteps.
Had someone survived? That can't be, he saw the dead bodies of Marcus and Maggie.
It's the police then.
They finally came to take him away and punish him for his crime.
"Who is here?" he asked in a heavy voice.
"The one who created you."
This smooth voice was somewhat familiar; he looked up. A white-haired man stood at the door and his golden eyes was glowing in the darkness. He recognized him immediately.
It was the man he had met earlier today.
Charles Augustus Milverton.
"What... what are you talking about?" the pain made the talk hard for him. "Is this... your doing? You were the one who murdered my family?"
Milverton let out a laugh. He came closer; soon, he was standing next to Whiteley.
"Murder? That was simply the mean, not the goal. I took your pathetic existence and transformed it into something greater. Can't you see it, Mr. Whiteley?"
Whiteley grabbed the knife. He wanted to stab this man... he already committed his first murder, it will be much easier now... but something hold him back.
Why can't he raise his hand now?
Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand touching his shoulder.
"Don't be ungrateful to my goodness, I did all of this for you. I freed you from this society's worthless morals. You fell for my temptation and finally sinned. You belong to me now."
The knife fell out of Whiteley's hand.
"I will give you a new name, a new meaning and a place on my side forever. Just follow me... my child."
Like he was enchanted, Whiteley obediently stood up. He couldn't resist, something forced him into Milverton's arms. Those arms held him strongly - and in that moment, Whiteley knew.
He will never escape from him ever again.