NEW!!!!! FIC: Through the Years V: In The Name of The Father
- Title: Through the Years V: In the Name of the Father
>Summary: Back for more history-fic. Don't get too excited.
>Disclaimer: I own absolutly nothing here. But should you sue me, I
>do have this rather neat ink pen.......
>Distribution: Dolphin Haven, WRFA, XMMFFC, Mutual Admiration FF.net
>etc. If you'd like it, I'm willing to share, maybe.
>Author's Notes: I do apologize for the delay of this particular
>piece. It won't happen again. Maybe.
>The events in this chapter, as the ones before it are historically
>accurate. More detailed notes can be found at the bottom of the
>This story picks up directly where part IV, "All That You Can't Leave
>Behind" leaves off. If you've somehow missed a part and would like
>to read it, it can be found at Fanfiction.net under the
>penname `PearlyJammer' or I'd be happy to sent it too you.
>Thanks to Karen for the superb beta.
>A special thank you to eveybody who's been patient with me and this
> Logan had spent the entire night contemplating several
>things. His past, present, future, and how it all tied together.
>Victor had been able to give him what nobody had before which was his
>past. But now that he'd seen some of it, he honestly couldn't say if
>it was better left unsaid, or out in the open. He thanked God, Zeus,
>and Allah collectively for sending him Marie. Without her support, it
>would be impossible to undergo this journey.
> Turning his thoughts to Marie, he wondered how she saw him
>exactly. He envisioned himself getting down on one knee, popping the
>question, marrying her and having a couplea rug rats, but if she
>didn't feel the same, obviously it wouldn't work. Sure, it was early
>in the game for those thoughts, but just that fact he thought them
>had to account for something right?
> Too tired to think anymore he pulled her closer and enjoyed
>her soothing presence before drifting into a light sleep. Tomorrow
>would bring more shadows and darkness. He needed to conserve his
>strength for the coming mental anguish.
> Upon exiting the back room, Logan and Marie found Victor
>pacing restlessly, a frown creasing his brow and a worried look in
>his wild eyes. Marie lightly cleared her throat as not to startle
>him. Instead of the usual small talk, he simply gestured towards the
>bed and turned to prepare the serum.
> An exchanged glance proved both found Victor's behavior to be
>indicative as to what was to come. Logan closed his eyes and
>mentally braced himself before Victor came to his side. Soon enough
>he was unconscious and Victor fidgeted before taking his place across
>the table from Marie.
> "This one's real bad" was all he stated before diving into
>the memory, obviously eager to get this memory over with.
> "This one took place in 1892, after Nic-Logan and I had moved
>to the New World. You've probably read about it."
>Fall River, Massachusetts
> Nicolas Logan and Victor Creed had done well for themselves
>since arriving in America four years earlier. Nicolas had grown into
>a broad shouldered young man and at 15 Victor was now a rather
>intimidating lad of 6'4". He'd begun to grow a great deal of body
>hair at a young age earning him the nickname of 'Sabertooth.' He was
>also rumored to have the temperament of the ancient cat bearing the
> Nicolas had grown out of childhood when they'd arrived on
>American soil and had committed to making his brother's life turn out
>well. He'd originally taken a job working in a shirtwaist factory in
>the middle of New York City. Unable to keep up production with men
>twice his age, a supervisor, who'd taken a liking to him, found him a
>new job working as a farmhand in a small town in Massachusetts.
> Nicolas had seized the opportunity and after three years of
>hard work, he had managed to buy his own modest farm outside of Fall
>River. During this time, Nicolas had struggled with being both a
>brother and a father to Victor. The teen hadn't taken kindly to
>that. Despite his brother's protests Victor had dropped out of
>school and spent all his time outside of the home with the kids
>Nicolas referred to as the 'River Rats.
> After a hard day laboring in the fields Nicolas didn't have the
>strength to argue with his brother. Not having experienced a true
>childhood himself, Nicolas didn't understand teenage rebellion when
>confronted with it. Though still in his teens himself, he was years
>beyond his teen counterparts.
> They two never talked about what happened their final night
>in England. Nicolas shut it away and tried to move forward each
>day. Victor seemed to always feel the rage that he had displayed
>four years ago. He loved his brother, but didn't understand how he
>could so easily forget the past. It drove a wedge between the two
>that neither knew how to repair.
> Victor felt he owed his brother a debt of gratitude and felt
>the urge to pay him back for all the years he'd broken his back
>laboring in deplorable conditions. Even now, it wasn't uncommon for
>Nicolas to work fourteen-hour days in the fields. Even though they
>were his own fields, Victor felt there had to be an easier and better
>way of living. As luck would have it, the opportunity arose for such
>an occasion. An offer Victor couldn't refuse.
> A woman named Emma Borden sent for Victor and Jarod, an
>acquaintance that Nicolas didn't approve of. She and her younger
>sister Elizabeth were both thirty-something spinsters who lived at
>home with their father Andrew and stepmother Abby. Emma wasn't
>particularly known for her outgoing personality, so a summons from
>her was highly unusual. Victor had some misgivings about the
>meeting, but his gut told him money would somehow be involved, and
>that took the decision out of his hands.
>Swanson's Gulch, Massachusetts
>2.5 miles East of Fall River
> Victor and Jarod tied the coach to the hitch in front of
>Watson's Saloon. Though technically neither was old enough to
>rightly enter the establishment, it was highly unlikely that anyone
>would care. Swanson's Gulch was a rough town, crime ridden and
>corrupt. Two underage boys in a bar were not terribly concerning to
>anyone. The boys entered the saloon and scanned the place, looking
>for anyone out of the ordinary. Emma Borden in her crisp blue
>afternoon dress in the dusty, bar certainly qualified as that.
>"Madame." Jarod tipped his hat before taking the seat across from the
>"Let's get to it. Whada ya want?" Vic asked in his typical no-
>" I can see there's no use in lollygagging with you two." Emma
>stated, clearly amused by the youngster's bluster.
>"I need your help. My father has made a dreadful mistake. He's an
>old man and I fear he's become senile. He changed his will recently
>and left everything to my awful stepmother in the event of his
>death. I want you to make sure that doesn't happen."
>"How much?" Victor asked nonplused by the inference.
>"I can pay each of you $1500."
>"Two grand or nothin'" Jarod stated.
>"I'll meet you here tomorrow night and show you the plans to the
>house. I want you to do it three days from now, in the morning. My
>sister will be gone for the morning, and our maid has the day off.
>It is imperative you not get yourselves caught. You must be out of
>the house by noon. Is there anything else you require?"
>"Bring the cash first. No cash, no deal." Vic insisted.
>Emma nodded and rose to leave. "Good evening, gentleman."
> The two boys sat there half in disbelieve and half in shock of
>what had just occurred. Neither had undertaken such a contract, and
>the fact they both took it so easily spoke volumes. In silence the
>two unhitched the horses and climbed onto the coach. Not a word was
>spoken until Jarod turned to Vic to inform him he'd pick him up
>tomorrow at the same time. Vic just nodded and strode to the house
>of his brother.
>"Where've you been Vic?" Nicolas asked.
>"Out with Jarod. I know you don't like him, but he's a fair chap" he
>"You could still go back to school."
>"I know. I'm going to bed." Victor finished.
>August 4th, 1892
>9: 55 AM
> Vic and Jarod entered the house from the unlocked window in the
>basement water closet. Given the time frame, they'd opted to each
>take a victim. Jarod followed Abby upstairs while Victor waited for
>the return of Andrew. Emma had mentioned that he occasionally
>returned home early from work. Hopefully, this would prove to be one
>of those days. Sure enough, Victor soon heard the heavy wooden door
>creak open, and footsteps lead into what he assumed was the living
>room. Growing impatient, Victor opened the cellar door and crept up
>into the main block of the house. From the corner of his eye he
>could see a form slumped on the sofa. His target in site, Victor
> One blow to the head was all it took. He was dead. The other
>thirteen were unnecessary, and could only be chalked up to
>brutality. Afterwards Victor returned to the cellar to wait for
>Jarod. Just as the other boy was descending the stairwell, the door
>was once again opened. A loud shriek pierced the air followed by a
>frantic cry of "Someone killed father!" The girl ran out the door,
>and Jarod hightailed it to the cellar and the two boys made their
> Jarod and Victor took their coach to Swanson's Gulch. Again it
>was a silent journey, though this would be their final moments
>together, neither felt capable of uttering anything. As had been
>previously requested, Jarod dropped Victor off at the post office,
>and he himself continued on upstate. After sending a letter, Victor
>boarded a westbound train, and left Fall River behind him for good.
> Two days later, a letter arrived for Nicolas. In it was $1500
>dollars in cash, and a note.
>Can't stay, got into a scrape of trouble. I'm sorry.
> That was the last Nicolas heard from his brother. Heartbroken, he
>sold the farm and headed out to start a new life. Alone.
>Lizzy Borden was charged with the murder of her father Andrew and
>stepmother Abby in August of 1892. Her trial took place in the
>spring of 1893. The prosecution argued that Lizzy had plenty of
>motives for murdering them. In the event of their deaths, Lizzy and
>her sister Emma would inherit her father's impressive estate.
>Lizzy was also known to have a keen dislike and jealousy of Abby.
>Though her father doted on her, she was also said to have harbored
>feelings of ill will toward her father, and referred
> to her home as `an unbearable prison.'
>Emma's whereabouts at the time of the murder were unknown. She was
>said to be staying at an aunt's house east of Fall River.
>Lizzy was acquitted in 1893, and to this day the case is
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