3rd Frankenstein one-shot (Patreon)

  Okay y'all I based this off the Frankenstein ballet I saw (twice)  in London  last year that gave me feels lol. I hope you enjoy (even though I wasn't satisfied with the ending at the time). This was written about 9 months ago.

 I've included a picture to prompt a visual of what the ballet's scene looked like so that you can see a little of what was in my head at the time of writing this!

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 Victor   

Victor stared around him appalled  by the destruction wrought by the creation of his own hands. His best  friend lay motionless on the stairs; strangled to death but an hour ago.  Victor’s beautiful wife Elizabeth was sprawled across the floor; eyes  unblinking at the ceiling nevermore to gaze into his eyes and reassure  him even in the darkest of times. That had all ended when her neck had  been snapped in front of him but minutes ago and the memory felt like a  knife lodged in Victor’s breast never to be removed but instead to twist  and turn and cause new bouts of pain and suffering.He turned to  find the dark eyes of his creature upon him, the chest of this  abomination heaving up and down from the exertion of the struggle that  the two had just shared. Its face bore a mixture of threat and begging;  an altogether frightening combination. It was like watching a child give  a murderous stare; it just did not seem right by the laws of nature and  yet here he saw such innocence threatening violence all in the same  moment.Victor knew well that the threat was not idle; the bodies around him proved it so. And in another several seconds of contemplation, Victor realized that  everyone he cared about ever in his life: his mother, his father, his  young brother William, his beautiful Elizabeth, his childhood friend and  confidant Justine and his best friend Henry were all gone now. He had  no one to blame but himself for almost all of them had died because he  had brought life to something that should have remained dead and gone. The thought of this plagued him anew –for he had had many nightmares  after that fateful night of the creation of life—but now that guilt and  fear fell upon him tenfold crushing him under the weight of  responsibility he felt and it felt unbearable.He ought to end this  creature as he should have done long ago. Victor found his hand  gripping the pistol once more and it was aimed at the source of the  destruction of his life. The creature looked back at him with an  expression that dared him to do it; dared him to inflict violence  instead of explain why he was so cruel to have made him and loathed him  all this time.The young scientist’s finger pulled back on the  trigger squeezing it with too little pressure to make the weapon  discharge. And in those few seconds of trying with a trembling hand it  became clear to Victor that  the death of what he had created would do  nothing.This creature had wanted him and only him and had done all  of these unspeakable horrors to get Victor; to capture his attention,  to make him explain, to make him pay for his treatment of this thing he  had created (and abandoned to a cruel world). The creature wanted him. The thought of this both terrified and appalled Victor. He would not  give into the wishes of a monster. His finger pulled on the trigger  again and yet again it wasn’t enough to shoot.He could almost hear  Elizabeth’s voice now in his ear asking him why he was filled with such  hate. He could almost suddenly see Justine chasing Willy around as the  two began laughing. He recalled the loyalty and friendship he and Henry  had shared and how he had without hesitation trusted Henry with the one  thing he held dearest; the life of Elizabeth and how Henry had paid the  price for that. Victor could almost feel the warm embrace his father  used to give him and he could almost smell the perfume his mother wore  that would drift over his senses even long after she was gone. With all  of this overcoming him, Victor was hit with indescribable grief that  felt as though he were drowning and being suffocated under a heavy, dark  blanket.All that he had ever loved in this world was gone. How could he ever be happy again? He turned away from the gaze of the thing which was not quite man and  not quite animal which he had once lovingly put together and he raised  the pistol to his chin. Before his creation could even contemplate what  was about to happen, Victor pulled the trigger with a renewed strength  of purpose for his new target. His body fell heavy to the marble floor  below him landing only mere feet away from his beloved.Victor’s pain was over. His creation would not get its wish to have him or the answers it sought from him. If only Victor could have seen the way the creature pulled his limp  body into its arms and cradled him, if only he could have seen the  child-like expression of fear and terror on its face as it tried to get  Victor’s arms to hold it back or to fight it off, if only Victor could  have seen the tears it shed as it stood still holding onto Victor’s hand  and faced the coming dawn. But the tragedy of Victor’s life was now  over and he had not realized that there was still one living being in  the world who would mourn his loss…