Murdoc's mind raced, but however he put it, he had to listen to the one man that had shunned him and made his life a living hell. He wanted to get Emily, but Katherine had the blade of the knife pressed against her and Murdoc could tell that she was on high alert by her expression, just waiting for him to make a move so that she could kill Emily. She was so good to Murdoc, unlike so many other people that sometimes he forgot how fragile she was.
Victor seemed to be very cocky. Murdoc hated it.
"Why have you entered my life again?" Murdoc asked his creator.
"Why do you think?" Victor asked, making sure he kept a little bit of distance between them. "How about for the murders you have committed? William... Justine, who knows how many more."
"Murdoc didn't kill anyone!" Emily shouted almost as if she'd just been deeply offended.
Victor smirked over at Emily. "Oh, he has. Trust me on this. The only two that I know of are William and Justine, but I'm very certain there are more." Victor paused for a moment, thinking. "Well, it isn't fair to say that you directly killed Justine, but if not for you, she may still be alive. But with little William, you just-"
Murdoc didn't want to hear it. "Whether you want to believe it or not, father, you caused those deaths. You created me with your own hands, of your own will, then you decided to abandon me." Murdoc had to fight the urge to resort to physical violence.
Victor had nothing to say to that. He seemed to almost block his son's words from entering his ears, only hearing what he wanted to hear. He had obviously become slightly insane. Instead, something caught his eye around Murdoc's neck as it sparkled. In a swift motion, Victor snapped the ruby necklace clean off and looked at it. He scoffed lightly in what seemed like disgust and looked over to Katherine, holding the necklace up for her to see.
"I suppose this is some sort of pity gift from his precious little Emily." Victor said, tossing Katherine the necklace. She put one hand up and caught it, securely pressing her arm back against Emily's chest.
Emily seemed to have gotten her energy back and started struggling in Katherine's grip again, catching her off gaurd. Emily began to sprint away.
"Come on, Murdoc!" Emily shouted, not even turning her head.
Murdoc followed after Emily, catching up to her quickly. He saw that she was having slight trouble because of her different boots and he picked her up and ran, noticing that he was only going deeper into the woods. They came to a wide, rushing river and Murdoc stopped. He let Emily down on the ground, noticing that she was still gasping for breath as where Murdoc didn't even break a sweat. He couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"How can you laugh at a time like this?" Emily whispered, looking around for any sign of Victor and Katherine.
"Calm down, Emily." Murdoc said in a soothing voice, putting a hand on Emily's shoulder. He coaxed her to turn around to face him. When she did, he kneeled down in front of her so he could look at her better. He supposed it was time to come clean. "Emily... you may not believe it, but I did kill the people my father accused me of killing. It was out of revenge. I didn't do it for no reason - I'm not some mindless killer that he believes me to be."
Emily was about ready to respond after a slight pause, but she heard footsteps and turned her head towards the sound. Murdoc took his hand away from Emily's shoulder and stood. He knew what he had to do. Knew what it came down to. Even though Emily didn't have a clear idea of how bad the situation was and how much anger and tension was between him and his father, she felt like she knew, too.
Emily watched as Murdoc grabbed Victor's neck. Just as she wondered where Katherine was, she felt a fist crash into the back of her head. Then everything went black.
