The Archives of the Greedy

Requested: ~How Could You!~ Haytham Bishop & Hedwig Bishop

The POV in the Project books will be different for Haytham's death (Project HEDWIG and Project HAYTHAM)

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Estelle Manor

Heinrich softly sighed as he watched Haytham stand up from his desk to grab is own teacup for breakfast. Ever since Haytham came here, he refused to drink out of any other cup. He needed to have his that was kept locked inside his nightstand. This was one of the reasons why he didn't let anyone in his room besides, Hugo, Pierre, Jesse, Orrick, Heinrich himself, Maurice, and Shay. Haytham used one of his keys that he forged and unlocked the nightstand to grab his teacup. He closed the nightstand and locked it before standing up and facing Heinrich with a smile. Heinrich smiled back and leaned against the door, letting Haytham leave first. Heinrich watched Haytham walk down the hall to the dining room and kitchen. Heinrich looked back at the nightstand - where a book about Valhalla sat open - before closing the door and following after Haytham with a gloomy expression.

Once the two got to the dining room - that was right beside the kitchen - Haytham sat down beside Hugo who was tapping his fingers along the table. When he took notice of Haytham's presence, he gave him a pat on the shoulder. But the talking between everyone had stopped when Hedwig sat across from Haytham. The limping man offered to ease the tension by attempting to pour tea into Haytham's cup. He quickly slid it off the table and put it in his lap. Hugo, Heinrich, and Judas could've sworn that they saw Haytham's eyelights flash a quick red for a second when he looked up at Hedwig. "Sorry." Hedwig sat back down in his seat with his head down.

"Are you waiting for me to forgive you? You poor thing." Haytham sneered from across the table.

June 16th, 1759

Haytham felt utterly sick to his stomach and his chest started to hurt every time he would breath. He was sweating a little bit too. He leaned back in the wooden chair and heaved. His voice was hoarse and it hurt to speak. Whatever Hedwig had put in his tea, definitely wasn't good. Haytham held his hands over his stomach to try and ease the sharp pain, but it wasn't doing good. He felt like he was about to throw up blood - as if he hadn't already.

The sound of the door creaking open caused Haytham to open his once closed eyes.

Haytham spotted his older brother walking into the kitchen with slow steps. It seemed like he had a cold expression on his face until Haytham could see more closely that Hedwig had tear stains on his cheeks. Haytham croaked when he tried to speak, but it only made the pain in his chest worse. He reached out to his brother who silently grabbed a chair and brought it over to Haytham's side. Once Hedwig sat down, he placed a small bottle on the table. When Haytham got a good look at what it said, he almost jumped out of his seat to tackle Hedwig to the ground.

Strychnine.

"You poisoned me?" Haytham uttered with half lidded angry eyes. Hedwig stared Haytham right in the eyes, not answering. "Why?" Haytham shook his head. He truly wanted an answer. Why would his role model do this? What was the reason? Was he jealous? No. No, he couldn't be. So what would be the reason? When Haytham's eyes trailed down to Hedwig's hands, he saw it. A large rusty dagger covered in fresh blood. Haytham fearfully looked back up at Hedwig who started breathing heavily. His own brother wasn't the same one as he used to know. Hedwig was different. He was now a monster.

Haytham groaned and held his chest. His eyes closed shut and his teeth gritted together. He was in so much damn pain. Suddenly, Hedwig scooted closer and placed one hand on Haytham's shoulder. Causing him to bend over slightly in his chair. Hedwig was waiting for Haytham to make eye contact with him. And when he did, his grip tightened on the dagger. "What... what have you done?" Haytham whispered with teary eyes. "I d-do love you-" Before Haytham could finish his sentence, Hedwig had plunged the dagger into Haytham's chest, near the heart.

The seventeen year old boy gasped and went wide eyed. His mouth fell open as he sat back in his chair again. Hedwig quickly stood up and pushed Haytham's chair slightly towards the table. "There it is." Hedwig crouched down and stared at the necklace that was dangling off Haytham's neck. Hedwig tightly grabbed it and ripped it off with one harsh tug. This caused Haytham to let out one more choked cry before he landed on the floor. His face stuck in a terrified expression.

I didn't add much detail in this one since it would be major spoilers