Frankenstein: A Short Story

“I wish I could tell you it was safe. We’re not of the jungle yet,” Jayme stated. As much as it would make her feel better and make her daughter feel better, Jayme never sugar coated life for her daughter. She wanted her daughter to be able to face whatever came her way with open eyes not rose colored glasses. Her daughter peered up at her with worried hazel eyes. “It’s not gone?” “No, it just fell down the stairs,” Jayme said, directing her daughter back to the bedroom. “A friend distracted it in such a way I could come get you. Let’s go.” “What are we going to do?” Shelly asked. “Is there a plan?” “No,” Jayme started. She spoke thoughtfully, while trying to lighten the mood. “We perceive that it can be hurt, though don’t know what actually

Slowly she made her way to the kitchen sink. Setting the prod down on the counter she bent down opening up one of the cabinets searching for a big bowl. She pulled of one the Tupperware bowls that they used for salads and stood up with it and took over to the sink. She filled it up with water and then carried the bowl over to the creature, throwing the water all over its shaggy hair. It shook like a wet dog getting out from a bath. And still Jayme seized another bowl full of water and poured over the creature. Grabbing a dry dish cloth Jayme wrapped it around the handle of the prod. Snapping the prod on, she stabbed it into the dripping wet hair of the creature. She felt a bit of the electricity coming through the rag. It ached, but she grit and bore it. The creature jerked up into a manlike position, standing on its hind legs, its front legs jerking to it sides. She kept the prod in place watching the creature jerk around until the battery on the prod began to smoke. She dropped the prod and inched around it back towards the

We should probably do what you suggested, now.” Jayme shrugged. She knelt down by Marco grabbing one of his arms, pulling it over her shoulder. “Put down the chimes. Help me with him.” Shelly placed the chimes on the bottom step of the stair, then knelt down grabbing the other arm of the man and put it over her should. Both women stood, and then turned around facing the kitchen one more time. Jayme scoped the scene, noticed the creature still convulsed and then told her daughter. “Go.” The teeanged girl headed to her left going to the back door. First, she unlocked the back inner door and then the security door on the side of it. However, before the two women and the unconscious man stepped outside, there came another noise behind. She heard a loud piercing whine, like a tea kettle. Jayme turned her head and looked behind them. The creature stopped convulsing or maybe it vibrated faster than it vibrated before since a light glow emerged from its body indicating a higher level of heat. Then it stopped, the creatures arms dropped, the light dimmed, and the creature’s body began disappearing bit by bit from top to bottom in little puffs of smoke. Finally the creature completely