Frankenstein: A Fictional Narrative

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“This is not life, this is not life!” Victor stared at his creation with growing horror and revulsion. “Brother, forgive me.” Suddenly a shot rang out, I turned to see the detective had tried to shoot it. With a scream of rage, the monster charged him and knocked him into the machine, and the smell of burning skin filled my nostrils. I looked away to see the monster was holding Victor, choking him. I did the most idiotic thing I could have done. WIth a scream of rage, I grabbed a piece of metal and stabbed it through the monster, grinning triumphantly as it went down. However, Victor shouted “TWO HEARTS! TWO HEARTS!” I looked to see the beast getting up, and just before it reaches me a piece of metal went through his head. As he fell, I saw Victor standing behind him grinning at the victory, and we started celebrating. …show more content…

“I-I-Inspector, I apologize for all I have done to you and o-our city,” as Victor said this, one eye would roll up and focus on him, before it uttered an unearthly shriek and charged him. As Victor ran, I stopped as I heard music, and I immediately felt drowsy. ~He tried to create life, you will be my revenge, kill him, kill him now, he twisted my work creating humanity, now he shall suffer, then you will.~ The world seemed to go into a haze, as I stumbled towards Victor against my will. I tried to stop myself, you must understand I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t go against the creator. Victor turned to look at me, only to be greeted with a view down a shotgun barrel. In my trance, I whispered, “Two brought back, two dead.” “Igor what are yo-” I never let him finish. To my growing horror I saw the spray of blood before I turned the shotgun on myself. ~Sacrifice.~ as I pulled the trigger, my last thought was about Lorelei, before everything went

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