Epilogue To Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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I was startled by my monsters question. Closely I examined his option, hoping the creature would not lash out on him for taking so long. I agreed, but on the terms that the wretched creature and this new one will no longer physically harm anyone and stay away from sight. My creature tensed as if he knew this would come up. His eyes looking dreary, along the sides stitches healed into long, thick scars. Reluctantly, he agreed. My monster was wide-eyed with his mouth agape, obviously surprised by this response. I quickly walked away knowing the creature would try to follow him to be sure of my loyalties. Knowing this I went straight to his home to pack for the long weeks to come. I grabbed bundles of clothes as well as shovels and medical equipment, …show more content…

It was exactly 4 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days before I had seen my creature again. This time he well, almost hopeful. His face plastered with peace, was worse the closer he got. “Victor, I know you have wished never to see me again, but I would like for you to make Hazel and I children” he stated in a less creaky and more mellow. This must have been because he had gotten used to speach, I thought to myself. “ Who is this Hazel, I shall never create another monster like the pair I’ve already. With hearing this the monster’s face turned grave and he walked off, almost stomping like a toddler. Only when he turned back towards me did I see the grin he plastered on the pale, scar covered face of his. Scared of his intentions I followed him through the dark dense forest for miles. It had seemed like hours before he had come upon a small house on a hill. I hid at the edge of the forest, waiting to the what the horrid creature would do next. I watched for a quarter …show more content…

A say a quaint little kitchen, five beds; with one bigger than the rest and a laboratory like mine whence I created the monstrous creatures. There one little tables were four carefully stitched together child monsters. That scoundrel had a backup plan! Soon he conversed with the second monster, Hazel. Then in my eyes the scene looked slow, almost as if being sped down by the millisecond. His monstrous hand clasped the long jagged rail, that was bent and twisted into a handle form. Violently, he slammed the make-shift lever so hard it nearly broke. Electricity tore into the bodies of the children, four. One by one they each lifted their head being given a name in mere seconds after

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