"It's your fault, Gerry!" Harold chided his brother for not experimenting on his creation better, because of it, it resulted in one of Gerald's statues to end up on the ground in a rubble heap.

Scowling at the sight of the broken statue, Gerald bitterly remarked, "I'll electrocute him!"

It was a wolf statue, a dire wolf to be exact, Gerald wanted it in honour of their little brother, taken too soon by his illness, and the braying dire wolves that stayed by his gravesite until their end.

Bitter, Gerald exhaled sharply as he wanted to find his experiment and give it the punishment it so deserved.

Some reason it wasn't responding to his commands as he bellowed for it to return to him, causing Harold to remark if it been the work of the woman that caused the mechanical creation to ignore his commands.

"Shouldn't be, I made sure nobody could tamper it!" Gerald found it ridiculous that someone would be able to rewire, much less reprogram, his creation, something unheard of in his like, but Harold pressed him as he pointed out that if the woman didn't do it, why isn't it responding to his commands?

Scowling, Gerald saw his point, but uttered that the merchant who sold him the book said that nobody could tamper with his creations so long as he followed the book to the letter.

"Nobody back then had the technology they do now, much less what the Doctor and his companion have, brother," Harold reminded him that nobody tested this theory until, now.

Grumbling, Gerald muttered under his breath as he continued his search, but once more, his creation was nowhere.

It became apparent he wasn't going to find it and Harold grew testy, wanting his new body, that Gerald was forced to agree to follow through his promise to give Harold the Doctor's body.

He'll find his creation later, for now, the Doctor was his priority, didn't want too much blood loss would make things problematic, and believe Gerald, he had enough experience in the field to know this for a fact.

Though, the idea the Doctor can change his face to anything he wanted, well, that might cause problems.

He'll have to experiment on the Doctor to ensure that there's a strong compatibility match with Harold.

Having stolen bodies before his brother threw him down in the cellar at their old home, Gerald found that some bodies proved difficult to fuse into than others, some much more to the point they rot faster.

Relaying this to Harold, Gerald heard his brother musing, "I don't think the merchant mentioned anything about that, did he?"

Harkening back to that fateful day when the elective Gerald stumbled upon the merchant's stall during a stress period in his life, literary, he remembered ho-humming everything the merchant claimed.

Yet somehow, he knew things that hadn't come to pass, how he warned the man that would be known as the Doctor would be the end of Gerald.

"He was only a merchant," Gerald summed, "I didn't believe him any more then I needed."

Something about that merchant gave Gerald some thought, especially after Paul made him bring it up, that merchant was insistent on Gerald buying that book of his, not in the way that he expected from a merchant desperate for coin in those times.

Everything afterwards, well, it seemed too good of a deal, yet here he was, standing with his brother.

Harold persisted with, "It doesn't make sense, though, how could've he known that the Doctor would come, not once, but twice?"

Shrugging, Gerald responded, "A broken clock's right once."

Their conversation ended as they reached the cellar, finding the Doctor had gotten free from his restraints, anger in the brothers' eyes as they're livid that the Doctor escaped them, though it was made somewhat manageable that Harold still had the Doctor's unusual tool.

"I could rework it," Gerald pondered its uses, thinking hard about what to do with something like it, even if it's genetically locked to the Doctor, there's always a way around it.

Balking at him, Harold goes, "So it can ignore your attempts, too?"

Hissing at him, Gerald stated, "I won't let him make a mockery of me, little brother, much less make our efforts wasted in vain!"

Despite how his brother felt, Gerald wanted nothing more than finding the Doctor, drug him, and ensure that he never escaped, again.

Hadn't his mechanical "marvel" turned over his dire wolf statue, he would've drugged the Doctor right then and there, but the problem he discovered over the course of the years' that the specific drugs he used had a limited range of potency.

Couldn't drug the Doctor right then and there to relax his nerves if he wanted, the drug would've worn off even before they got back down there, and it takes a while before affecting the Doctor, again.

"Excuses, excuses!" Harold chided him with little remorse.

Gerald believed the Doctor's still somewhere in the home, don't know where, but he hadn't left, despite Harold believing otherwise.

The Doctor knows what they are and what they done, he won't let them escape their perceived crimes, he's going to kill them in some fashion, Gerald knows this in his mechanical heart.

Though that may be true, Gerald won't go down easily, cementing this by retrieving one of the prized possessions that he obtained since he came into this unnatural life of his, his family's rapier.

It's been carefully tended by him for centuries and still cuts clean.

If the Doctor's what he thinks he is, Gerald expected the man to be an expert swordsman, too.

And if he's wrong, well, it'll be an easy feat for him.

Wielding his family's sword, Gerald walked with Harold in tandem, his eyes trained for movement.

The Doctor is here somewhere, plotting their downfall, and he will not leave until it happens, so Gerald had to find him.

They're suddenly alerted to footsteps coming from the first floor, sending the brothers up there as they wanted to catch the Doctor.

Perhaps Gerald's mechanical marvel honed in on the Doctor, now, causing Harold to fret that it'll ruin the Doctor, resulting in Gerald hushing him.

"My machine knows better to damage my test subjects," Gerald said confidently as he pointed his rapier outward, walking with purpose, his eyes trained on movement.

Unassured, Harold's forced to continue this stalking with his brother as the Williams home remained darkened.

It's a good thing neither brother need lights to see, the benefits of having mechanical eyes, they're not beholden to the same issues as human eyes.

Having to wear shades to mask his identity helped Gerald from being ousted this long, as under the right conditions, his reddened pinprick eyes will show through the fleshy blind eyes of a dead man.

"Shh!" Gerald heard scattering footsteps; his interest roused as he lurched forward in the direction of the scattering footsteps.

He stumbled backwards with Harold shocked as the door adjacent of them opened on its own.

Swiftly, Gerald cut down the flying object sent towards him with ease, revealing scattering down from a pillow.

His rapier cut it as if it were nothing, down fluttering in the breeze as they collapsed to the ground in piles, the cloth surrounding them slump on the ground with a clean cut down in the middle.

"En garde!" Gerald challenged the Doctor to a duel.

"Are you prepared to ruin your brother's new body… or are you just wasting time so you can take it?" Gerald heard him question his willingness giving the Doctor's body to Harold.

After all, he said it himself, having the Doctor's body would prove useful, changing faces, all that.

"I know your ilk, Thornton. People like you don't change, you never did since the accident and you're not going to start, now!"

Growling Gerald insisted the Doctor come at him, fight him like a man, maybe he'll provide some entertainment before his mind becomes lost to the ether.

He slashed the next pillow launched at him, further covering him and his jointed brother in more down, before chasing after the Doctor in the room, his heavy footsteps thudding throughout the corridor as he entered his bedroom.

Above his fireplace, there's another portrait, of him and his family, when times were good, when things were normal, there's him at his father's right, Harold on his left, young Ramsey beside their mother with their father front and centre.

The original lost to the fire, Harold painted it in remembrance, and to keep a fleeting memory of what their mother looked like before her madness overcame her and killed their father.

Walking freely in the darkness as his illuminated eyes pierced through the darkness, Gerald scowls as he searched for the Doctor, hiding somewhere.

"You won't fight me?" He hissed at the Doctor's cowardliness.

Instead, he heard, "You're not worth fighting, Thornton, come now, we both know you're the cheating type, anyway. Maybe that's why you had your accident in the first place?"

The Doctor made an accusation against him, claiming that his penchant for cheating's the cause behind the accident that resulted in him having his leg crushed by the horse, how he was reduced to using a cane.

Anger burning in the orbs of red, Gerald shouted, "You know, nothing!"

Going through the darkness, Gerald scours for the Doctor, but no matter how much he tried, the Doctor was nowhere in his room, Harold kept a lookout for him, but he didn't see him, either.

"Come out and fight me, at once!" Gerald shouted louder, demanding the Doctor stop this game of his and fight him.

The Doctor had a different idea, however.

There's a rumbling noise coming from somewhere in the walls of Gerald's bedroom, enough to stop the brothers in their place as they looked towards the source.

Busting through the wall in a loud crash, the mechanical roar echoed throughout the silent bedroom.

Its orbs of red shining brightly in the darkness, the mechanical horror made from a dead man's corpse.