#frankenstein’s creature
A quote from ‘A Little Life’ that inspired me for these boys.
…I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness… envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance…
…I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish, to riot in the excess of my despair. Evil thenceforth became my good… The completion of my demoniacal design became an insatiable passion…
…dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment… I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion… But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine…
For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires… I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this?
Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? …I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on… my blood boils at the recollection of this injustice…
…My work is nearly complete… Do not think that I shall be slow to perform this sacrifice… Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames…
—Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus
Victor suffers from science caused insomnia. Adam has no sympathy.
Father-mother is a ridiculous nickname for victor and I love it shhhhhh
The Monsters of Frankenstein (diary entry 2, Adam)
Romania, Autumn, 1824
My Creator and I are coming to the end of our game.
Weary as I am, instinct within the core of my being compels me to continue until exhaustion destroys us.
Victor has found himself a suitable hovel. A crumbling edifice concealed by a forest that the local people have tales of dark and twisted happenings going back through the generations of frightened imagination. A perfect nest for a gruesome doctor of the dead.
The man is driven by a desire grim and primal, fuelled by ego so great and consuming I am now sure he will not listen to reason.
He is not yet aware that I have discovered his hiding place. I have planned to reveal myself only at the precise time. If I spook him too soon he will slip from grasp and I will loose track of him. That cannot be.
The windows to his laboratory have been blackened, but my imagination supplies the horror for me.
I wish it could be so simply to simply wrap my hands around his throat and let it be. But I am unable. I could not destroy the one who have given me breath, as mankind could not destroy God. But, I can make myself a plague unto him if it will bring this madness to a conclusion.
I know not what new horrors would be birthed alongside this new other, but I will not let Victor complete his work and learn the truth of it. But I must hurry, I sense he in fact closer to finishing than I first believed.
Tonight. It must be tonight.
Let us end it all now.
Newborn Adam walking around the forest wandering tf is going on.
Elizabeth and the lil lab of horrors (aka the Frankenstein’s Monsters)
You didn’t think I forgot about ole Elizabeth did you? Well.
She, like the rest of Victor’s relations, get very concerned when contact with him slowly turns to silence while he is supposedly studying in Germany. Henry volunteers to track him down and does so successfully after a while, but while his letter confirming Victor’s location is a relief he’s still annoyingly vague about what Victor has been up too.
Then Victor disappears. It’s sudden, traumatic, his father is beside himself with worry. Henry once again decides to play hero of the hour and go off into deepest darkest Europe on the trail of Victor; who may or may not be dead….
Henry confides only to Elizabeth the more troublesome details. Victor is chasing, or being chased by, a man who may in fact be some sort of demon… and the rumours circulating around Victor himself range from bizarre to horrifying.
Elizabeth grows tired of being idle. Despite her adoptive father’s pleas she (with Justine’s help of course) steals away into the night and gets on the first train headed East.
A few months behind, she manages to at last catch up with Henry in early winter. They reunite warmly but Henry begs her not to seek Victor out at his house, insisting it isn’t safe there and she’ll have to wait till Victor comes to them.
This will absolutely NOT stand. Elizabeth snoops around in Henry’s personal affects till she finds what she needs to locate Victor’s creepy hiding place.
The creatures’ experience with women vary from ‘never seen one ever’ to ‘ran away because she was screaming’ so they naturally freak OUT when a real lady is in their house. Adam, being the oldest, volounteers to try and shoo her off using his intimidation factor but he it just DOESNT WORK WOMAN WHAT ARE YOU.
Lucifer has a go next. Elizabeth swats him with her umbrella and calls him a brute. He retreats under a table hissing like a cat.
Victor finally wakes up from an impromptu scientific nap to discover Elizabeth sitting on his couch flicking through a novel with a cup of tea, with his creations sat around her; gazing up adoringly as if beholding a goddess in their midst.
He thinks he’s finally lost the plot until Elizabeth pipes up ‘oh there you are Victor how good of you to join us at last, do be a lamb and check on those biscuits in the oven won’t you?’
Just two abominations talkin about stuff.
It’s hard being a single parent of three growing creations.
