Brilliance of A Monster Chapter IV - The Chase Begins................ By: Scarecrow76

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Now I had given up on all hope that I would not have to go on existing alone. I had no doubts that this was all Victor's fault and the more I thought of him, the more malicious delight I was taking in plotting my next endeavor of making his life hell on earth. He constructed 2 lightweight cannons allowing him to stalk the woods around the manor searching for me at night. One would blast fire and the other a volatile cocktail of acids that would surely melt any flesh and perhaps even bone. Sadly for Victor, I knew those woods better than anyone in the castle or on the manor. I would appear to him and make him chase me through the forest. I would run him through thorns, thistles and snares and mock his sad failures as I would disappear into the darkness laughing at him and enraging him with my heckling, demeaning remarks. I do have to say, I became almost fond of Victor on those nights. He finally showed some spirit and in doing so, he surely entertained me greatly. I knew Victor the genius, Victor the monster and Victor the coward but now I was beginning to learn of Victor the man.

On one such night I left him hanging in the air by the ankle from a snare I had sat for him and was heckling him from the darkness. "Well little man, how does it feel to have your world turned upside down and to be left dangling in the wind?" I shouted. "Cut me down and face me you monster!" he replied. I laughed "little man, you have no defenses against me. Besides I am merely an abomination, the work of your foolish hands. If you examine our unique relationship, you are the monster. I did not ask for this but you sought me out to impose existence upon me.". Victor screamed "I gave you life!" To which I responded "I have no soul so I only exist. This is not life, this is function. I do find humor however in the fact that your fear would bring you to kill your bride to be and give her the same return of existence and to a soul less state yet you are so brave dangling upside down in this forest at night". Victor shrieked "Nooooo!" and began sobbing as I laughed and walked away. That night I slept for the first time since I opened my eyes in the laboratory for my first taste of fear and confusion. As I drifted off, I realized that many years had passed and Victor and I had been going round and around like a sick carousel and neither of us had accomplished anything. Nothing that was done could be undone. Trying to pull more people into our nastiness was just as selfish and cruel as the experiments themselves.

I went to see the alchemist the following night and found a parchment nailed to his door that spoke of his arrest and trial and the charges he may have to face thus leaving the closest thing I had to a friend was my fondness for the new Victor. But a friend I was still willing to kill if I should be locked in a confrontation with him. I do not think I would have any remorse for such an act either. With all things considered, I decided I needed one last face to face confrontation with Victor and to end this foolishness once and for all. Neither needed the other's blood on their hands, it was just time to end it. So I crawled through a tunnel I had burrowed years before into an empty room of the castle and snuck into Victor's sleeping quarters. He was not there and the bed was neatly made. I moved quietly through the corridors until I reached the entrance of the laboratory. I could hear Victor excitedly and almost in a mad panic mumbling as he worked feverishly on a new experiment. I snuck into the lab and watched him for hours. When I could finally reach the rafters that joined either side of the loft above together I saw what Victor was doing. He had taken bits and pieces of his fiancé, Igor, corpses Dippel had left hidden and 2 freshly executed criminals and put them together to build a "new monster". I jumped down to the floor enraged Victor was so pompass that he would do this yet again. He looked at me with his eyes consumed with both insanity and madness and with a most diabolical expression upon his face said " I am making one stronger and more cunning to take care of the likes of you. This magnificent creature will be my archangel and send you to Hell!" I was stunned in amazement by what I had just seen and heard. I realized that not only was Victor not a man in my eyes, he was not a man in his eyes either.... To Victor.... Victor felt he was God.

In one way I felt I should help Victor but more so I felt the need to end him. I in one flashing moment saw the faces of the many lives I had extinguished pass before my mind's eye which somehow now afforded Victor some degree, a halo of protection. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pressed my thumb into his wind pipe as I lifted him. I relaxed my grip to not break his neck BUT pressed hard enough to make his eyes bulge and his tongue swell and dangle from his mouth. When he was unconscious, I took him to his sleeping quarters and deposited him into his bed. I returned to the lab and began to destroy the generators' and the "new monster". I hate to admit, that was an ill thought out plan. I should have first destroyed the "new monster". Though I am not ignorant, I did not know the mechanisms would explode, cause pain and burn. I also did not know that the fluid Victor used to preserve the body bits and pieces was flammable. Soon the blaze was beyond my control and I could reach only disposal tunnel. Under my breath, I half heartedly wished Victor well and cursed the "new monster" and made my way back to the woods where I returned to the hidden cave I would roost in and gathered what I could. I was set to leave but found myself quite captivated by the explosions and dancing lights of the blaze within the castle. It was a morbid but beautiful sight and I could not break my gaze.

Somehow the fire managed to damage and burn out only the east wing of the castle which in some way brought some relief because the laboratory was in the east wing but Victor's sleeping quarters was in the west wing of the castle. I was just as released as I was disturbed that Victor survived and knew that the "new monster" was now ruins and ash and the experiments would never be replicated. Arthur Von Frankenstein was the designer, engineer and inventor of the equipment and was the only one who truly knew how it worked. All of his literature, records, schematics and designs perished in the fire. He could resurrect a dead man but NO ONE can resurrect a dead dream.

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