@manyfunerals
If I can create such a creature, then surely I can destroy as well. Life and death. The cyclical nature of it. Victor now understands his hubris, his folly, how his unnatural obsession with it all has led to this. He breathes hard, feeling the sharp chill in the air down to his bones. He would pursue his creation to the ends of the earth if he had to. Everything culminates into nothing. Everything, in the end, turns to ash, even this.
He drags a hand down his face, blinking the sleep from his eyes. Victor thinks of all the people he has lost due to his own delusional nature. Self-awareness is a double-edged sword. One might argue it is better to remain ignorant, but when staring death so hard in the face, how can one remain so?
He is pulled out of his thoughts once he hears rustling nearby. Victor sucks in a breath, loads his gun with trembling hands. Surely, if this creature can die, it can be by my hands. Egotistical, certainly, but he is nothing if not determined. He shoots blindly into the dark, gritting his teeth. "Come, then, and face me!" Perhaps he yells at no one. Perhaps he only imagines the creature looming in the dark, laughing, jeering, mocking.
