Brilliance of A Monster

Of course, somehow Victor found a way to catch up to and find me. I could not understand how he was doing this impossible act since travel in a forest at night is a death sentence in itself. Also I could not imagine that this cowardly monster I call Victor could be brave enough to travel on foot at night as he would have to have done to catch up to me. Suddenly, I herd the neigh of a horse. Victor had covered groud so quickly because he stold a horse. As if the monster was unxavory enough, he had to seek new, many and the most evil lows. Now I realized that escaping away from Victor in his dementia was impossible. He proved that there is nothing he would not do and nothing Victor was capable of doing. Again, I had to convince myself I should not kill him. I was becoming paranoid and anxious with an urgency to find my salvation where Victor could never follow.

During this time, I was privileged to know many who told me of rumors of Percy Shelley remaining in contact with Victor or otherwise. I do beleive that this may be where the novel Mary had written came from. I beleive Victor had kept them abreast of our saga. In doing so I feel Mary took her inspiration since she and Percy had been there when I was brought back into this world.At this pointe in history, Victor and I were rcing to see who would meet their preferred ending of the story that did not see like it would ever end. I was running and realized I would never truly fit in anywhere and that those I met who were friendly along the way were only so as a way to apease me to not provoke a potetially harmful enconter. No one seemed to understand that by then, violence was the least of my desires. I realized there was some residual damage I was still having to cope with that at times still reduced me to an instinctive operation of the mind. I knew that this was reason enough to keep any interactions brief. Now I was also at war with fatigue and paranoia and in some ways indifference about things I know should disturb me but now seemed common place. But abandonig my journey was not a viable choice. Hurting the innocent was not even an option. My heart had become human but I still felt I was devoid of a soul.

Time was restoring my mind as I became more and more functionl in my mental capacity which was a curse because I began to remember my life before my execution and my exexcution itself. This left me feeling abandoned as my family neither challenged my arrest or have any supportive nayture as they accepted my charges and judgement beleiveing that I was guilty of my charges.I found my state of mind was depressive and I dwelled upon it so much that I would slow down and allow Victor to keep catching up yo me. One night I bedded down and fell asleep which I did maybe once a month because a side affect of my reawakening to exist Victor forced upon me, I did not need sleep for weeks at a time. The sleep was a deep one that allowed Victor to sneak up on me. I had bedded down in a cave that night, Victor went undetected by me as he managed to invade my space at whih time, he built a fire at the mouth of the cave to asphyxiate me of let me to be consumed by the flames if I tried to exit. I woke up when I felt the heat of the blaze and took a quick observation of the wall of fire. I saw it was not the blaze he had hoped for. I burst through the blaze burning my hands and saw Victor standing on an opposite peak 700 yards away. He was furious he had failed and disappeared into greenery at the fooyt of a the hill.

I decided to set snares for Victor again so that I could buy myself some time which proved successful. At least for a time But Victor was determined and stold many other horses and even hollowed out logs to travel down the river I had been following so he knew that he could intercept me. I was at my whits end. I ever dug a hole deeper than a grave and covered it hoping Victor would fall in and brek his leg. He feel in but broke nothing. However he was then angry and more so than ever. Things grew increasingly aggressive and dark. I left messages in dirt or carved into tree bark as a way of asking Victor to allow this war to end and let me get on with what I was trying to accomplish and so tat he had a chance to go on with his life. His actions answered my plea. The pursuit never ended and refused to end. In his madness, Victor needed me destroyed to quench his aawesome thirst for revenge. I think it was also so no one would ever know thathe was to blame for all of the tragedy as I was the only one left who could expose him and my existence would not let him forget what he had done. Maybe I think that because that is how I see him. A living reminder of all of the trespasses I have comitted.

I began to travel south east hoping to lose Victor from my trail and circle back to my original path. I found Victor saw this coming as he remained no more than 5 miles behind me at any given time. I started to wonder why I was considered a monster when I was not the one trying to destroy anyone. It brought the memory back to me of being chased in my other life before I was jailed and executed. I wondered why I was the one who would have to pay for Victor's abominable experiments. I finally resolved that this experience was Victor and I paying for our sins and Victor collecting more punishment in the hereafter. And now I was paying by having memory of my life before my execution coming back to me vengefully.

Currently thinking out the rest of the story. Thanks again USM because the lac of comments show no one would ever buy my book/story so it is not worth publishing. I will post it all on USM. I hope you understand

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