FrankenWritingProjectEnglish

A retelling of part of Mary Shelley's 1818 Frankenstein.

It was a night to remember: Finally I made life from nothing, no help just me. But it turned out nothing like how I wanted, it was a wretched creature, a monster anyone would dread! Barely on my feet, I ran as quickly as I could trying to get to M. Waldman’s office. Just hoping that he would help and pity me.
He met me with a weary look, his face with dark bags beneath his eyes. My dear mentor said to me, what are you doing here at this dark hour? I swiftly told him of my troubles, the Monster that I had created, the many long hours spent toiling carefully about my work.
He responded in a manner of joy yet fear. This was a great achievement for the field of alchemy but a dangerous one too. This was a historical revolution to how everyone would think about alchemy for years and years to come. But a plan had to be made to control the Creature. No longer could we wait for the destruction that would follow if no precautions were taken.
Hours and hours of long debate followed on how to stop this evil that I had created a monstrous wretched thing. Finally, after many ideas, we came to a conclusion. There must be a way to bend this creature to submission, whether this be through science or violent means. I thought of trapping it inside a cage but the Monster’s immense strength would break out of any enclosure that we could create. As he quickly had pointed out.
Whilst we were planning dark clouds start to form emerging, the somber type of clouds that only come when great sadness comes upon one's life. At the sound of thunder I turn and “I saw at the open window, a figure the most hideous and abhorred . A grin was on the face of the monster; he seemed to jeer, as with his fiendish finger he pointed” (Shelley 206).
This could be my only chance to take care of this monster and get it under my control. With only my pocket knife in hand I charged, running full speed, with nothing but adrenaline pumping through my veins. An inhuman sound escaped my mouth, the kind of scream that you would imagine coming from creatures of darkness that have just lost everything dear to them.
It looms over me, I can't move, frozen with fear that makes even the most brave of creatures blood go cold. Suddenly, it strikes with frightening speed; I try in vain to dodge the attack. I jolted up screaming soaked in sweat, thinking this was all a dream. M. Waldman came running in. Even though he could barely breathe he spent his breath asking what happened. I realized I had passed out in fear. Now it was time to get to work. We were never going to find the cure to this maddening creature’s rampage. If we didn’t start now we ever would.
We started as all good inventions start with a prototype, a collar that would paralyze the creature from just the press of a button. As we step back to the observation room to test the contraption of ours, we hear an explosion. We calibrated the collar wrong. Flames rose from the test room. A fathomless amount of smoke encompassed the room! Barely I discern a scream from across the room, there's only one other person here with me! Waldman! I run as fast as I can, trying to distinguish the figure of my mentor, to no avail. Vaguely I heard the door open and closely, so swiftly I think I imagined it.
Luckily there is a fire extinguisher around the corner of the building. I called in vain for help to no avail for no sound came out of my throat. When I get back I find the fire contained and a folded up note. After coming back to my senses I opened the paper; inscribed on it were the words “I do not intend to hurt you”(Shelley 145) ‘for you are my creator, but those close to you will suffer just as I have.’
My one hope was to work with Waldman to control this creature now it is near impossible to achieve. Anyone who could have helped me is now long gone, I must right my wrongs no matter what it costs me, so others may prosper. For it is the responsibility of the creator to extinguish their dishonorable creations.