The Brilliance of A Monster Chapter II .................... By: Scarecrow76

Chapter II - The Other Side Of Conception (The Birth)

Victor shows his friends the secret enterance to the laboratory and takes them through it. Needless to say, the shock and awe of the technology and the morbid residuals of the experiments performed there. Quickly though, they became interested in taking part in the experiments using Henry's new, pieced together corpse. Victor examines the abomination and sees the brain has turned green and black from decay. Just when it seemed that the experiment for the group was not going to come to be a reality lord Byron asks if Victor could find another brain. Victor remebers that there are 2 preserved brains in the storage area of the lab. One came from a well known scholar and the other came from me. Arthur Frankenstein had labeled my brain as "Abnormal". He thought I was guilty of the crimes I was accused of and only an abnormal brain could act on such profain impulses. Igor is sent to the storage area to retreive the brain of the scholar. He accidently drops it and it smashes like clay as it hit the ground and shards of glass ripped through the brain. So, thinking he may be dealt with in a brutal manner, Igor takes my brain to Victor instead. AfterVictor disposes of his brother's brain and replaces it with mine they begin to experiment. Three of the generators short and blow up and the other 6 are not enough to get the sought after voltage. Quickly Igor grabs a cable and runs up onto the roof and attach it to the lightning rod located there. As luck would have it, lighning struck right away after the cable had linkd a generator to the lightning rod sending the correct voltage into the new "New Man". All but Victor was heavy hearted when it seemed as though the experiment failed.

A few hours later I came to finding myself in restraints and in a place I had never been. My capacity of speech was greatly deminished and I had nearlt no conscious memories of my prior life. I was scared and everything to me was unknown. I let out a whining groan loud enough to be heard and the group came running to the lab. I was still scared but comforted by the smiles that now surrounded me. Fear was the only emotion I could perceive as the simplest things were frightening mysteries because my mind was damaged by being kept seperated from oxygen and blood flow. Eventually, Victor was able to calm me and flashes of incomplete memories of my past began to impose themselves upon my mind. For a while, my home was a cage in the laboratory as I learned the ettiquet of society and rehabilitated my motor functions. When I would see Victor's fiance and Mary, I wanted to interact with them but I had not yet learned to speak.This frightened them.

Mary, her husband Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron began to have moral issues concerning me even though they sexually lived immoral lives. They argued whether I should be allowed to live or if I should be put down like an injured pet. Victor won the debate and so I lived. This led to the group leaving Victor and his fiance's company. Victor's betrothed was nuetral but wanted nothing more to do with the experiment nor discuss my mental development and physical rehabilitation. So I was forced to remain in a cage in the lab, locked away when Victor was not with me. My body ached and no matter how many layerss of clothing or blankets, I was always col. When I began to think of Victor as a friend, he began to keep me out of the cage but I still had to remain in the lab. I began to learn simple words which helped me catch on to the language and my ability to speak and was frustrated I could not ask Victor the questions I had.I was also frustrated from my cinfinement. Victor wanted to test my intelligence and see if I had any self-recognition. He brought a mirro into the lab cloaked in a sheet. He afixed the mirror to a wall and pulled off the sheet. I saw the new m for the very first time and was horrified. I knew then that Victor was not and never would be my friend. I smashed the mirror and tore my old cage apart and knocked Victor unconscious. I could not bring myself to kill him though he deserved to be killed for what he had done to me.

I did not ask for this and I did not give my consent for this so hearing the group of young people exclaiming that I am a monster was the statement of hypocrites. A monster is a monster by choice (the group) not by what is imposed upon an innocent party (myself). This began my first taste of freedon and freedom of choice My travels led me to a blind man living in the forest alone. We were instant friends.Then he burned me which made me flee. I know now that it was unintentional but at the time, it was like burning a stray dog in a space where it can flee from it's sick torturer. Then there was the time I was befriended by a wolf that had been exiled from his pack. We were brothers in spirit and I loved him more than anyone I can recall. We would play and sometimes hunt together until one day when he was hunting 20 minutes from where I was gathering berries, I heard him yelping in the breeze and the yelping was continual. It took me 10 minutes of running to reach him. He was laying on the ground surrounded by 3 hunters who had beaten my friend to death and were laughing about it. I juts took him into my arms and started to cry with sorrow and rage. The hunters finally noticed me They said I was a woman to cry and that they were happy they killed my friend. My rge exploded. I ripped one of the hunters in half, twisted another hunter's head until his head came off and the third hunter, I took gret pleasure in slowly bring him to his end. I broke his arms and legs and hit him until his face was covered in bloood. His body finally met his end as I slowly beat him with all of the 3 feet of length of the club he used to beat my friend to death. With a heavy heart, I buried my 4 legged outcast and decided I should find a new location while fighting aff the sorrow.

My travels brought me to a river I began to follow which brought me to a dock where a little girl was playing. She was picking the petals of daisies and tossing them in the water. She noticed me and asked for me to come play with her by doing the same. She was so cute and with a wonderful heart, I could not tell her no. I had recivered much of my speech by this time and asked why we were plucking petals and watching them travel the river. She told me that this is what people are supposed to do with pretty things. My mind was not able to correctly process the information so since I thought she was pretty, I threw her in the water and she sank like a stone. I was not aware at that time that she did not come back because death took her into his hands and I felt abandoned..

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