victor frankenstein

“You look exhausted.”

“ I have been doing research lately, and I do not much time for sleep. ”

“ It’s NOTHING. ”

Just the name alone was so cliche, but what could one really expect from hell? At least it HAD somewhere he could drown his sorrows with liquor, the name didn’t matter as much. “ No, I can’t say that I have – I haven’t been here for long. Perhaps you could provide me with some directions? I’ve been sort of wandering around this wasteland looking like an absolute idiot. ” A light airy chuckle fell from his lips as he glanced over at the other.

“ Luckily, I was making my way there now. I would say the barkeep came down from heaven just to make the perfect drinks, but the layer of irony there is now too thick to laugh at. ”

“Is there any reason why?” Data inquired, curiosity getting the better of him. Having not dealt much with overcast weather, he couldn’t personally understand why it would be unpleasant. At the statement posed to him, the android replied, “I just arrived here. My name is Data.” He then extended his hand out for the other male to shake.

“ My name is Victor. And my dislike for cloudy days goes back to when I was a boy. Never was too fond of them. Clouds mean rain. ” What Frankenstein did not tell this peculiar man was that it was raining the day his life fell apart. The day that he created life from nothing. The day that his Monster killed Elizabeth. The day he died.

Unsure of what to say next, Data immediately switched to a topic he knew humans discussed in a similar type of situation. “The weather is quite nice today, is it not?” Although it wasn’t exactly the best weather since it was purgatory, it also wasn’t storming.

“ Hello. ” Greetings? What kind of man was this? Not even while entertaining guests that were of higher rank than his family would he greet someone so formally. A guten tag, schön Sie zu treffen, a bow, and a smile and that would suffice. This man seemed like an automaton in the way that he held himself, in the intonation of his word.

Maston Square. The one way to get from Orgish’s to home. Charter Apartments, building 3, apartment number 45653452123. the lines were mind-numbingly long. As an eighteenth-century minor noble, Victor had never endured lines this long in his mortal life.

He was on the hunt from that damned beast, the Monster that killed his Elizabeth, his William. And he had followed the wretched creature North, past Germany and Denmark and into the far regions of Norway. However, after weeks of searching, his rations were running thin and that cough was getting worse...

           getting much worse...

Victor woke up with a start, but it wasn’t on the sheet of ice that he was on before he blacked out. He was on a hammock, a thick woolen blanket over his body, but by God he could not stop shivering. One of the men on the ship had medical training, and diagnosed Victor with pneumonia. The sailor who had found him introduced himself as Robert Walton. He was from England, judging by his accent, and wanted to know why Victor was up here.

Victor told the man his story over a week, while the ship was frozen in the ice. He spilled his heart out to the man, getting weaker every day despite the food and the warmth. Perhaps that was why he decided to tell him about the Monster, about William and Justine, about his warning, about Elizabeth...

“ Yes, but what does that have to do with anything? ”

“ I know right? ”

It was the stupidest thing she has ever heard; how could someone go into a slumber from taking one big bite of an apple?

Now, Victor thought, was the time to address the elephant in the room.