Though it pained him, the creature had to be killed, and he had to be the one to do it. It was a monster—the killer he was meant to be.
Doctor Lodgenstein had at last acquired the brain of a murderer. His malevolent goal to create the ultimate weapon would finally come to fruition in the twisted facade of a human.
Tightening his white-knuckled grip on the bar he’d ripped from his own cage, Jughead prepared to face his end. Nearly every shred of hope was lost, but if there was one thing he could use his futile existence for it should be—would be—this. He would give into the violence he had been shaped to commit.
Seconds passed in slow motion as the buzz of electricity began to fill the air. He took in a deep breath, oxygen expanding like glass in his misbegotten lungs, as a crack of light sparked to the spires powering the same chair he had been born from.
It was time.
He stepped around the corner, weapon raised and at the ready, only to have the burning air ripped from his chest as his gaze found a pair of eyes that spoke to every fiber of his being. His heart throbbed with a warmth, a pace, a fervor, that he hadn’t felt in all its beats. It wasn’t wicked prey who had been made before him, but the other half of his soul.
Her. She.
His.
Universal Classic Monster Reimagining courtesy of edits by @bettycooper with words by @theheavycrown
