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Elizabeth felt the urge to argue against Victor's decision not to take responsibility. She supposed what he'd said made sense. He shouldn't have to know everything. She tried to convince herself of that. Of needing to be fair. Only she couldn't. Even attempting to fight only the relevant battles failed her. Every battle here came across as necessary, as relevant. As if they all had to do with her very survival. It couldn't be true for some of their arguments, she knew that, and still could not stop herself from pushing the point across. As if that was the most important of arguments after all.
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"You didn't know in the beginning, I'll grant you that. But it should not have taken you that long to learn what you have done. How much time passed between you making the creature, and falling out of love with?it? If your relationship was strong enough in the beginning, you could have cultivated it to make him better. If it wasn't good between you from the start, then you should have seen something went wrong, something needed to be fixed. How long did you just observe and do nothing? I simply?cannot understand how a scientist of your caliber would not have foreseen the consequences.
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Are you claiming the monster was acting perfectly, and then suddenly struck, without any preamble, without a warning that a mind watching it could have detected? If that is the case, you are indeed the unluckiest person on Earth. The only one falling prey to such unpredictable calamities. My own memory tells me my agony lasted a little bit too long. Perhaps, it is merely my perception of pain talking. No matter. If you believe you can cure the malady," Elizabeth's earlier enthusiasm for rebukes died down, replaced with somber contemplation.
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"If your potion could help, well, so long as I don't go to the dark place. I want to be OK. If I but get to rest, without?disturbing voices in my sleep. I crave the normalcy that you talk about. I did not get to experience it. Not since I died. Nor since I was reborn. As soon as I started thinking, things went wrong for me. I could accept the potion if it truly changes matters, and restores my mind," the young woman spoke dubiously, not daring to allow any true optimism to enter?her broken heart.
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"The voices. They murmur. That I am alone. That I am broken. That I must act, to solve my own problem. They tell me I am abnormal. And that you made me this way. That you cannot me, and I must convince you, one way or the other. They promise a lessening in my suffering, so long as I use my new abilities, so long as I strike at you. Why was my new strength lacking to?subdue you? It seemed so overpowering to me. Perhaps the voices were playing with me. But I seemed so strong, breaking things, even without intending to," Elizabeth wondered with mild interest. "You proved stronger than me, does that make me delirious, or you superhuman yourself? Have you augmented yourself in earnest with better muscles? I suppose your creation is stronger still...I do see images of darkness, of swimming and drowning inside of myself, without a soul to help me. It seems so real, so forlorn.
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I am not sure if that is his way of contacting you. To me his way seems brutal and physical, but as you have made him, you ought to know better. That creature of yours, he will get the better of both of us, won't he? If he is living lightning, what?earthly power could hope to subvert him, Victor? What hope is there, do you have any real plans, or shall we just try our best, until he catches up with us and destroys us utterly?" Elizabeth wondered with despair, almost willing to?resign herself to her doom. ?? |
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?Victors face became even more pale as Elizabeth spoke her questions and concerns to him; as he listened, he realized why he had avoided his responsibilities, and he voiced as much. I think I know why it was that I avoided all of these responsibilities as you say. Yes I was afraid, but I think it was more than that, it was because¡, I realized too late, after he was already created, that there was so much I did not know. ?As for what I can do, I have potions that can block nightmares, they have blocked mini of the ones I have had about¡, Well about that night. I have some that I am experimenting with, which I am hoping will block the voices from our minds during the daytime. They should work, they?will be ready by tomorrow, and I can start trying them. ? ?I have one particular potion that should not only help you sleep, but will return you to your normal patterns of sleep and wakefulness, as I believe the patterns were disturbed while you were in that¡, That void, or place, whatever one might choose to name it. I don¡¯t believe that it is too late to save any of you, he told her, I believe and have faith that the priest will be able to save your soul, or point you to???one who can, yes, I believe science can help us, but it might take more than just science.??I do not know if it will be religion, or¡, It was now his turn to look uncomfortable as he mentioned, I have never been comfortable talking about such things, but it is reported that there are¡, Forces beyond our lives that we know ?lil about,??things more¡, He struggled as he reached for the word finally coming up with, metaphysical? The fact that he had phrased as a question show that even he himself was not entirely sure. Sometimes ?it is the nature of man to run from that which he does not know, from that which he?does not quite know how to control or manage. ? ?I managed to create something more intelligent than myself, and did not know then what to do with it. As for locating him, I am not even sure such a thing is wise, although I would do it if it would ease your mind and show you that I truly want to help you. ? I have no present way to find or contact him, unless¡, I can¡¯t help but wonder, his tone was now speculative, could he¡, Be trying to contact¡, Me? Is that why I am hearing his voice in my mind? Tell me, exactly what voices do you here in your mind, what do they say, what do they tell you? ?his own eyes showed?sympathy and? His eyes searched hers, looking for some semblance of the compassion and trust she had ones showing him before the fatal meeting with Frank. When I hear him in my mind, I actually hear him speaking to me, it is his voice, it is his mannerisms, I see him, yet there is none such likeness nearby; he mockingly addresses me as¡, Father. ? ?His voice now began?to sound frantic, I hear his actual voice, I see his huge stature, and those glowing, yellow eyes, looking as though they could pierce through me with but a single look; I hear him, he walks, he moves, moves with that same boundless energy and life, just as he did on that very night when I made him. It is almost as if the very lightning it self resides within him. ? ?Oh Elizabeth, he should have been my son, perhaps even hour¡, Son, but I could not love him, I could not teach him and raise him up, because of so much fear, because it seemed to me that he¡, Was, instead ?the father, as if he were¡, Victor stopped and raised his eyes to the heavens, unable to quite finish the sentence, as if he were God. At last he did manage to say, as if he were?the force of very death itself, the force that ?held?my life and breath in his colossal hands, and could snuff them out at any moment, whenever he chose. When he came to life, when I first saw him awakened, I did not see a son who needed a father, I saw¡, A father, full of wrath, a?father who had almost infinite power over me. ? He paused to clear his throat, then continued, tell me, love, what voices do you hear? Do you see images? We can get through this, but it will be better for us both if we work together, not against each other. ? ?I was completely wrong for having created him, and I was wrong for not having protected you that faithful night, all I can do now for all of that is to apologize, not only in word, but indeed, by?trying to help you now. ? ?He took several deep breaths to calm his racing heart, as he once?more looked into her eyes, searching for that answer,?that companionship, that love that wood see them through anything, even this.???????
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Elizabeth found herself feeling uncomfortable. She has underwent a swift transition between various troubling emotions, none of which she knew what to do with. Victor sounded so sincere to her, and yet, she still did not feel like she could trust him. It was too early to believe he could change. He would certainly need to prove his words with actions. The fact that he sought her proximity, without enforcing it was reassuring. It would normally have been more than enough.
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Only now, she could not allow it to be. not before it was fixed. "Well, how would your start? If all of your brilliance is not enough to save me from myself, then I don't know what is. Besides, the time has passed since you created the creature. You said he was brilliant in his own way. What if he found a way to multiply. What if killing him alone is not enough. What if he comes after both of us. And even if the sacrifice of your life would stop him, what if there is more like him now out there. How would you handle this? Do you have means to stop an entire race of him? Would your scientific methods still work if you happen to die in a confrontation.
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The problem is Victor, that you have neglected your responsibility for too long, and it might be too late. Too late to save my mental workings from being corrupted. Too late to save my physical body from the menace of a monster race. It might even be too late to save my soul, despite the priest's best efforts?if I am haunted by the monster's voice in earnest. I am not trying to be discouraging. I am not trying to be vindictive even, though I am still feeling like I could be. But what are you going to do about my concerns? And can you stop an entire race of such beings with science? Is there anything you can do to locate the monster? Or to block him from entering your mind or mine? I am still uncertain about your plans, and how you can be hopeful to solve all of the various problems at once. Are you hiding something from me? Do you have some secrets beyond my understanding that could help with a solution? If you are uncertain that your creation is not listening, you don't have to tell me what they are, but, is there really any hope left for us, even if we are working together?" Elizabeth bitterly wondered, highly skeptical about their chances of survival, her memory suggesting the worst possible outcomes instead. |
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?Viktor listened to Elizabeth¡¯s words, trying his best to hear them, trying to believe that there was still hope, but it was rapidly fading in his heart, and he found his thoughts increasingly wondering to various potions he could use to end his own now miserable life. ? ?With a sigh of growing weariness?he replied, ?I will do my best to kill him for you yes, even if it meant that I myself were killed; I didn¡¯t do it before because¡, Well because I was a coward then, perhaps I still am, but partially it was because I wanted and believed I could cause you to live again. ? His expression was sincere, void of all pretentiousness, as he continued, Elizabeth, the truth is that¡, I want to help you, I want us to work through this together, to be as we once were, but I cannot do it if I am always having to watch out that you are plotting vengeance against me. ?Yes, I made the monster, and yes my own fears of his size, his movements, his various actions which I did not expect, this fear caused me to abandon him when I should have kept him, should have taught him and raised him up. Perhaps I was not ready to be a father, perhaps I am not ?worthy?to be a father, or a husband. I fully intend to throw myself at the mercy of the priest, and beg?whatever forgiveness he can offer from¡, Well from, God, the higher power, whatever one chooses to call him. ?I have never claimed to be a religious man, have never laid claim to the face that mini seem to have, I always esteemed it rather¡, Primitive, I suppose if I had a God, it would be¡, The God of science. But now, my God¡, Has become my devil, and it frightens me to say this. He tentatively reached for her hand, no longer assuming ownership as he had done only moments before, I am truly ready to stop all creating of life, and turn my endeavors two more¡, to?more conventional sides, for the betterment of mankind; the truth is that, I ?I have never had true courage, and I wish I had the courage which you so much deserve. But alas, such virtues are?not to be found in potions, ? ?Can won compound courage? Is there a vial large enough to hold true virtue? ?I think not, he continued, answering his own question, Virtue is? something which must be given by one higher than ourselves,?or found through life experience. ?Perhaps I was mad when I made that creature, he continued, or perhaps I had taken leave of my senses the night I did not fight for you. ?I am willing to make some sort of atonement, but you must know, and be clear of what it is you want from me; for though I would die for you if given the chance again, in reality, wild death ?seems welcoming, still?I would much rather live¡, For you.??????????? God loves you.
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"A chance to live? That would have been fair, had my life been as effortless as before. But now, the fact is that I have been twisted. By your creation, by fate itself, most of all, by you. This second chance you are so happy about,?should not truly count, because I am not experiencing it?as I should.
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Further, you speak of freedom in relation to your creation, and I just don't see it. He has been forced to murder. If you are correct and he escaped all consequences, I am still aghast by the idea of what could push a sane being into a killing spree. It cannot be that easy, if he decided to take a life. You consider him better off, freer, but I see him as one who gained no spectacular treasures in life. Who?has nothing left to lose. No family to take care of, no loved ones, no friends, only enemies. You think he is free of civilization? I think of him as the enemy of civilization, one who has to strive against it, to escape it.?Freedom never meant that much to me. Attachments, they held me together, made me important, and now without them, I barely have anything to live for. If I need freedom, it is from myself. I doubt your creation appreciates his freedom anymore than I do. If he did, he would not need to kill people, he has to be desperate to do that.
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Yes, you have betrayed me, and I hope I am the only one,"? Elizabeth spoke thoughtfully. She was confused by Victor's seeming understanding, of him finally accepting her grievance and felt tempted to soften her ire, if only she could trust his?willing atonement to last. "I just don't understand. You made him intelligent and large, but how did you teach him to act? Did you hope he would learn on his own??If you didn't teach him, could he be born evil? Because he is born of lightning??In all honesty, I fail to comprehend?the principle behind it. It doesn't seem like it should have worked, yet your genius made it so. But, does lightening make people evil from birth, or can a soul be born evil?" Elizabeth softly considered, half wondering how much of it could apply to herself. She was basically a new born, a new life form, and she felt wrong, somewhat evil perhaps, she could not decipher her being fully, to know with certainty.
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"You would truly kill him, for me, this time?" the young woman questioned. She wanted to believe that he spoke the truth. But the sudden change?of heart was not too reassuring. Victor could be nice?and friendly, but he also demonstrated his ability to lash out, without holding any punches. Elizabeth still could not decide what she thought of him. Was he misguided and willing to change, or plotting something maniacal against her? She previously felt very certain about her chances, at overcoming an ordinary human, but his reflexes were far from normal.?The whole situation?was too much to make sense of?without much consideration.
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"You would free me?" Elizabeth repeated skeptically. He just didn't strike her as giving, or sentimental. She did not crave freedom,?but could use it. Her vengeance, well, it needed to be?sated in full. But what he was offering instead was meaningless, pathetic, unworthy of her. And yet, she could not figure out how to sway him out of it, without touching him, How to finish him off later, when he wanted to live. It would have been a?sweet revenge if she managed to arrange it, but she probably was not clever enough at this point.
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"You?are being sensible at last. A few moments earlier, I would have taken?you up on this, but now, I am not sure. I...I don't know what I want. I would like to punish you, but you either deny the punishment, or?accept it too readily. You have no sense of propriety and at this point, I may have lost it too. I suppose, we shall let the priest decide.?If he is as good as he should be, he would convince me of the right thing to do. And if he is not, we will discuss your?offer again. Until then, I guess we will go and ask for an advice, shall we," Elizabeth sighed with regret at her own weakness.?That evil man surprised her, and she could not even rely on her rage to demand complete satisfaction. For a second, she almost wished the creation would return, to finish its maker in the brutal way she could not.???
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?you are fortunate, Victor began, not because you have me to rely on, but for several other reasons, you get another chance to live, to live out your life as you should do, you also did not have to go through all of the weeping and grieving for a??lost loved one as I did; ?it is truly unfortunate that you had to spend even one moment, yes even won second in that dark, forboding?place, but should you not feel happy and jubilant now?that you are free of that place? ? ?And yes, my creation is quite fortunate, more so than either one of us, because he¡, Is not enslaved by the trappings of civilization. He committed murder, do you realize that? He committed murder, and as far as I know, has not suffered even one second for it, no Gallos, no imprisonment, no pain inflicted on him of any kind, and why is this? Alas, I fear it is because I made him more intelligent, even than myself, and I committed ?The unpardonable folly, ?for I build him to last forever; would that I had placed some sort of way on him to¡, Turned him off, to kill him, without it seeming as though he had been killed, for the beast has also killed my brother. ? Alas, he is a true monster, who is haunting and afflicting us both. ? How could I have known that he would have become this way? I created him for intelligence, to be a reasoning, intelligent man, not¡, A barbarian. ? Another mistake of mine, Victor continued, was that I should have created him much, much smaller; he was so big, and still is big, his very size frightens me, not to mention his actions. After all, whether you believe it or not, I am still only a man, and yes I suppose I felt rather special at the inception of the creation, but I certainly don¡¯t feel special now. I didn¡¯t feel special right after I brought the lightning, as soon as he began to move around, I knew there was trouble, that he ? Was, and Wood be trouble. ? During all of the discourse, he was not yelling, and his expression softened when she spoke of his hand choking the spirit out of her; sweet soul, believe me, if I could find him, I would do my very best to choke the very life out of him, even the life I gave him. ?And, should he prevail upon me, and choke?me instead, which would likely be the culmination of my actions, then so much the better, then I would be free, for now¡, I see that I truly have no reason for which to continue living. There was a time I loved life, loved it and wanted to create it, but now¡, I see after talking with you, that there is no reason for the likes of me in this world. ? I once lived for you, and for my work; but now, now as my work betrayed me, rather¡, I have betrayed myself in fashioning that monster, he gave a weary psi, as he continued; ?and I have betrayed you, for it was my hands that fashion the hands that killed you, it was my mind that conceived him,?my hand and my actions gave birth to him, and now, I regret and repent that I ever tried to create life. ?There was a time when I feared death, and sought to circumvent that in evitable eventuality, it was the time when I loved life, and sort to prolong it, to continue it; but now¡, No I fear that which I once?welcomed, and I now welcome that which I once?feared. ?You wish me to suffer? He turned one of his cheeks toward her, stripe me then, yet when I turn the other one to you as well; strike me, do even better than that, find some sharp blade, suitable for swift destruction, which will pierce through my body, even as your words have pierced my heart and soul, and execute justice upon me then. Make your hands have the strength, even the strength of my creation, and do to me likewise??even as he has done to you. ? And if for some reason you cannot, I will not do this, then take heed, my wife, four though a coward I am, yet am I not such a coward that I will not end my life, even this very night, only after that I have asked, and hopefully obtained forgiveness for all the wrongs I have done. ? ?What does it profit a man to live, if he does not have love, the love of a wife and family, and his work to provide him bread, and the satisfaction of a job well done? I have neither, I have my work, but it is foul to me now, I have my wife, and yet my wife¡¯s heart is much changed. Take heed, fall within my lab this night, I have all manner of Drams, ?and while I could well select one which would peacefully and permanently, ?still my thoughts and movement, by dulling?my senses into nothingness, yet would I choose one which would make me suffer, for that indeed seems to be your desires. ?And please do not think, my dear, that this is Mira theatrics, meant to gain your sympathy, for this night, even this very night, I shall do it, unless I am given a stronger reason not to undertake my purposes. ? ?He hung his head for a few moments in hopes of hiding tears, then looked up at her with wounded eyes, come then, let us go and see the priest, that we both may obtain forgiveness; you for whatever you have done, and I¡, For M?a much greater wrongs. Then this night, I shall give you a potion which?shell help you sleep through the night, and when you ?awake in the morning, you will be free. ?I shall make certain that you have enough of the potion to continue taking for at least two weeks, so that you may fully regain what you have lost, if indeed such B possible. ?By this means, I shall correct the wrongs I have done to you, and you¡, Shall?then be free to bistro your tender affections on whom?so ever you will. ? When he spoke of taking his life, he looked Elizabeth in the allies, having every ?intention of carrying out his dark purposes of distruction on his own life.?????????????????
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"As you created what was deemed the impossible, life out, of, I don't really know what, you cannot be truly be expected to be a mere mortal. Was the whole point of making something special, something extraordinary lost on you? Did you not feel yourself a superior man then, being a creator of men? If you didn't feel anything special about your achievements, why engage in them in the first place. And if you did feel extremely special, how could you be held to the same standards as other beings?
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How?is it relevant, that?my malady was uncommon? It would be relevant for other mortals, ones who have?not conceived of your twisted ideas, who have not implemented them into the creation?you ended up with. It would be true of other humans, but not you. You?brought this problem into being. You have contributed both directly and indirectly to my death. You have not bothered fighting for me on our sacred day.?So yes, I hold you more responsible than other men. Being the one who caused my sorrow, I also expect you to be the one who fixes it,?instead of using his so called humanity to avoid all responsibility.
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You want to be considered a human, and yet, the most innate properties of humans you do not possess. You are void of any empathy towards?fellow human beings. You take pride in your sinful nature, as if being some rebel makes you better. You have forced your affection on me, when all I could feel towards you is simple disgust. ?I am lucky, let me guess, because I have you to rely on? I cannot even fathom what makes you believe that your creature?is equally lucky.
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He seems very strong, yes, but I don't remember him being handsome. Well, that's not true. I don't remember seeing his face, only the hands that choked the spirit out of me. I remember those with horror, and I wonder if I have seen him before he killed me. He might not have your looks, but perhaps your temper? I don't see?how he could be fortunate about anything.?Even you did not keep him, did not love him. And you were the one that made him. What was horrible about him? Didn't something have to be, for you to discard him? For him to hate you in return? Exactly how successful were you with him, and what should he feel grateful about?
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So, he is haunting you, in earnest? In your very mind? I rather started thinking you made it all up. Well, what is he blaming you for? Surely there ought to be sufficient ground for his complaints or you would simply refute them. Why would you tolerate his presence if you are not guilty? And why on Earth can you not come up with some plan to banish him? He is only you creation, can he be that much smarter than yourself? Where would his intelligence even come from, if not from you?" Elizabeth wondered, darkly fascinated with?the man who killed her, despite herself. Perhaps because their plight was so very similar, and caused by the same perpetrator.
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"Drift into nothingness? What gave you that idea exactly? I was riven out of my body through pain. I dwelled in the dark place, perhaps where all interrupted memories are, and could not find myself, nor the way back. The loss, the confusion, the inaudible voices in the eternal dark. You were the one who had reprieve, distractions, protections of the mortal flesh. I...I have suffered. I have been changed. I have been haunted, and haunted still. You have but one tormentor, I have my own mind to contend with. You are more than a human in your brilliance, and so much less, in your callous indifference.
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You are afraid of being caught at hitting your wife, as you should be, but not for any decent recent. You discount the harm done to me, by yourself and your creatures. You worked nights to bring me back? Only beforehand you worked even more nights away from me. Toiling on what I knew not, but now I gather to be your creation. You have worked very hard to create that instrument that hurt me, and only marginally on helping me out. You have retrieved me, the worse for wear, and I am supposed to feel blessed for such an ignominy? You are being ridiculous in your petulance, and even you must know it, Victor.
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You even ask of a woman to act appropriately for a man? Well then my dear, here is my sincere answer. Despite being the weaker gender, of course I would have died for you. You...you used to be my heart and soul, and without one's heart, a true human being cannot exist. I would have perished, but I loved you. So I would have willingly sacrificed myself, and shared your fate. The fact that you did not, proves how cowardly you are. You are less than a mere woman. You might be above the bestial level, but only slightly...no, I am wrong. Some domesticated animals are more tender, more sacrificing than you. You are?among the lowest of the beasts.?Even without loving you, I could have still respected you, and now, now I am not given even that much comfort. You,?make me sick. You probably make even yourself sick. Well, you should, at the very least," Elizabeth declared calmly, her rage?temporarily retreating under Victor's impregnable wall of folly.
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Victor¡®s face grew even more pale than it was, there was a bench nearby, and he availed himself of it, motioning for her to sit beside him. Am I wrong for being a scientist, he asked her, his eyes barely concealing his rage; am I wrong to have wanted to better mankind with my creations? Am I wrong simply because I cannot fix you, cannot cure you, as though this were a common malady of yours? Am I anymore than only a man, simply a human being? His voice was soft, but demanding, ?as he continued, why do you call me a subhuman specimen? Is it because I made the mistake of creating that monster? Is it because the same monster haunts me as haunts you, I have shown concern for what haunts you, but you have only offered me accusation. ? Why is it that other men make mistakes, and can pay for them, but be forgiven, yet, such does not appear to be the case for me? Why can¡¯t you simply forgive me, except that I am not the kind of men to carry clubs?and knives to fend off that stupid monster that I created. Yes, I made him, and I bear all responsibility for that, and I have apologized to you, I¡¯ve sworn to do my best to make it up to you for the rest of our lives, but you seem to be out for blood, and yes I heard you growl?under your breath, ? As I see it, you, and that creature¡, Are quite the lucky ones. For you have not had to deal with such responsibilities. And before you say that I have not paid for my mistakes and therefore do not deserve forgiveness, please consider¡, That it was I who slaved away day and night working to bring you back to life, that it was I¡, Who bore the pain and grief of your death, while you¡¯ve got to simply drift away into nothingness, it was I¡, Who have born the responsibility of that stupid brainless creature of mine, while he¡, Lives in complete freedom, drifting about the world who knows where. ? It is also I¡, Who am being haunted night and Day by his presence in my mind, unable to tell anyone, lest they think me mad as they cannot see him with their eyes. ? ?I have told you that I am ashamed of what I have done, I am sorry for it, but one can only make an apology and make amends so many times, I will not grovel for you, nor for anyone else. I am after all, only a man, only a small insignificant part of mankind, only human, I am not any kind of supreme being, simply because I created life, and therefore should not be expected to know everything and be everything to all people. ?His expression and his voice grew somewhat more subdued as he continued, yet for all this, I will not¡, Strike you; I will not give you the satisfaction and privilege of going and?crying to other people ?sympathy because your husband hit or abused you. I will not leave a mark on you, even though you have already riddled ?my heart with more than Marks,?your words have been sharp blades, sharper than the teeth of my creature. ? ?you¡, Only felt your pain for a short while, then you were able to drift into nothingness, while I felt my pain all of my life, simply because I have been unwilling to keep with conventional science,?simply because I created a creature who went rogue and went wild, simply because I was not a barbarian where ?you were concerned, using weapons to kill my own creation for you. And I ask you, would you have done the same for me? Had he been killing me, would?you¡, Have tried? Until you have worn my shoes, my dear, you have no right to judge me what so ever. ? He gave a sigh of relief then, and hung his head, then he reached to take her hand, please, let¡¯s have no more arguing from either of us, if you wish to work this out, then we will go and find a priest, but if you can never get past this, and never see?me for the love that I better to you, then¡, He gave a dismissive shrub, then so be it, I do not want us to be apart, but we must work through this and move forward. ? ?He then?gave her a meaningful look as he inquired, wear¡, Is my Elizabeth¡¯s? He looked deep into her eyes, as if to search her soul to find the missing Elizabeth.???????
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"Misgivings? Hardly so. I am very certain of how I feel. Supposed sorrows? Supposed sorrows?! You awful, subhuman specimen, you are a beast, a creature to rival any of your own creations. You miserable pathetic, soulless monster. Oh how I wish, oh how I wish I could have your talents. So that I can subject you to the same pain you inflicted on me.?And yet, even in that, you are unique. I can never match your cruelty with mine. I can never inflict the same amount of pain on you.?You are special Victor, and not in a good way. Supposed sorrows indeed.?I shall strive my best to instruct you on the difference between real sorrows and imagined ones," Elizabeth exclaimed, betraying her own intentions.
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That man knew only too well, it seemed, how to effectively get under her skin. As well as she got under his. She was going to try subterfuge and yet his prattling forced her to show her hand.??There was still a chance her threats would be dismissed as empty. With him having already the upper hand, it was plausible that she would be lashing out. In a sense, her outburst might be less suspicious than her silence, Elizabeth tried to reassure herself, managing a small growl under her breath.
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"Oh, I understand how you are being haunted," the young woman continued, not bothering anymore to hold her feelings at bay. "Only your monster is not the same as mine. You are haunted by the voices of sanity and reason. 'Listen to us, Victor,' they say, 'abandon your mad pursuits,? you delusional little man,' they beg you. while you are being true to the core of your?madness swat them away like flies. I am not normal either, it is true. Yet, I am aware of the wrongness in my very bones, and for you, somehow, this is the normal state of affairs. Have you ever considered that these currents you keep?harping on and playing?could galvanize your poor tired brain back to sanity? I for one am volunteering to help you out in your experiments. And if they happen to fail, well perhaps then you would know my so called 'supposed sorrows' for yourself, unless it requires a semblance of sanity to appreciate pain..." Elizabeth fiercely?concluded, not sure?herself why a single phrase?served to unsettle her so.
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"And I am answering you, that it may not be God's fault, but nor it is the monster's, not completely.?You are haunted the most by your very guilt. You brought this on yourself. What is even more regrettable, is that you brought it on me as well. That should haunt you more, and your ability to defend me, but behold, a marvel of marvels, you care not about that.?You have shown me support? Would that qualification include my wedding night as well? You have shown me understanding, by ignoring my needs and mocking them and denying your culpability. You are not able to?fix the problem that you yourself created. Forgiveness? I don't think so. If the priest forgives you in the name of your Lord, instead of calling for your trial as a sinner, then I?shall still hold you culpable.?Since you cannot fix me, I cannot, will not, forgive you,"? she declared, beginning to move determinedly forward.
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?You are most unfair, Victor countered quickly, his tone rather sharp as he spoke, for all of your misgivings and ?supposed?
? sorrows, you still are most fortunate, while you were in that void, you¡, Did not have to work day and night. You suffered only in your mind, while I suffered in mind, and body. ? ? You say that I am not human, you fail to understand that I also¡, am??being haunted, just as you are, by that same monster. I think it a most foolish assertion to blame God for bringing us together, I tell you this is all his.....,?Fault, not God¡®s fault, the monsters fault. ? ?How could?I keep from losing control of him, Victor retorted, he was a brutish beast. ? I have done my best to show you support, love and understanding, you¡¯ve given me only ridicule in return, no appreciation, no affection, nothing of which a wife normally would give to her husband. ?As for who would be considered the greater sinner, he continued, perhaps I would be considered this, but then¡, It is the greater sinner, who receives the most forgiveness, yes? He gave her a look of triumph which clearly showed in his eyes. ? Most men can make mistakes, and then receive forgiveness from them with a simple apology to the ones whom they have wronged, how is it that it is not the case with me? I am, only human, you know.??
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"Silly man," Elizabeth continued, hoping to wound emotionally when she couldn't physically. "My blemish is more on the inside than the outside, though both may matter. My mind is at odds with what it used to be, with normalcy itself. Not that I expect you to understand, since you don't quite strike me as normal yourself. I think...I thought I remembered being impressed by your drive. Now I know?it is nothing as healthy as that. You are obsessed, and you cannot see me through your obsession. You see I am different physically, you see me acting differently as well, yet you?are intent on seeing me as I was. Are there any words that could convey the magnitude of your bizarre condition? You don't look it on the surface. No, you look so much better than myself, yet your inner world is tumbling down, for all to see, even faster than mine.
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Send me into the void? I would gladly return, if only my days were peaceful there?and the fiendish voice ceased tormenting me. If I could rest in true peace, then yes. But even in death you cannot offer me respite. You don't wish me to blame you for what you have done? Who else should I blame then? Your creation? But...you were the one who created him, Victor. You were the one who lost control of him. You were the one who swore a scared oath to protect me and yet betrayed the oath the same night. You were the one who brought me back, but not intact. You are the one who wanted my presence in your life, but couldn't protect me from feelings of lack and sadness. From being tormented by an inner voice that never stops.
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I suppose, I could blame God, instead of you. For bringing the two of us together, for making me suffer. You dare to compare your work, which you were already obsessed with to begin with, to my turmoil, to my soul writing in pain on itself? How am I to be fortunate, if my lot is to be yours, Victor? You are pathetic, void of true feelings or understanding. You are supposed to be human, yet you fail to exhibit any vestige of humanity. And what do you think the priest would think of your exploits? Of you, playing with life, doing the forbidden work, bringing back dead people? What would the priest think of you betraying your vows? Of you failing in your duty as a husband while requiring me to fulfill my duties as wife. Which of us would be deemed the greater sinner, do you think? I, for one, am anxious to find out. You are so self righteous, perhaps your true confessions would make you lose this unworthy confidence. Yes, let us hurry to see the priest and see what he has to say!" Elizabeth eagerly exclaimed.
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?You are abominable, Victor began, ?only because you see yourself as such, it is a figment of your imagination, and has no basis whatsoever in reality; the fact is that¡, You¡¯re quite beautiful and lovely, despite your actions and outbursts at the present time, and for what few blemishes there still may be, I have told you that I have various creams?and potions to cover those, not only to cover them, but to make them entirely disappear. So you need not worry about your so-called¡, Abominable form any longer. As for the servants, he continued, yes I believe they are happy because they are ?well paid, and well fed. ? ?He gave her a look of incredulity when she asked what he was doing, and commanded that he removed his filthy self at once. Filthy? I have you know I washed just this morning, as for what I am doing, I am exercising my duty and privilege, at least in part, as your husband. ? He fixed her now with a deadly glare really seen from him, would you rather I send you back into that miserable void from which I brought you? ? He gave her a small smile of gratitude when she said that he was brilliant, that his creation had nothing on him, but the smile quickly faded as she continued. You seem to think that every one of your misfortunes is my fault, when in fact, I see you as the fortunate one, quite blessed as a matter of fact; while you felt nothing, no torture in the way of missing me or missing your life, I was the one who had to work long nights and days in the lab, slaving to find a way to bring you back to this world; it was I¡, Who had to feel the guilt and torture of being without you. ? While you¡, were resting, floating and drifting in a peaceful vacuum of nothingness,Hi¡, Was battling a force of guilt much stronger and more monstrous than my creation could ever dream of being. I worked and returned you?to the living world, ?out of love, and also as an apology for not defending you. But if you are going to continue to act ungrateful about it, and continuously blame me for what happened, then so be it, let us both go and find the priest; we will freely confess our sins, and gain forgiveness. ? Come along, he commanded, ?putting his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him, while walking quickly; she would likely have to run, or at least walk very quickly in order to catch up to him.?????????? God loves you.
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Elizabeth found herself surprised yet again. His reflexes were as unnatural as her own. For yet one more time, she briefly considered if he were even remotely human, if he simply made himself forget what truly befell him. It would have been so much easier to understand him then. But no, it didn't seem likely, since he couldn't really relate to her plight. And yet, despite her temporary setback at hitting the so tempting target, the unbearable anger she carried inside got released. At the very least, she got him rattled, and that was a pleasing novelty.
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"Now, you shouldn't cause a scene, Victor" Elizabeth suggested with a small smile. In earnest she cared more about getting another stab at him than anything his behavior could do. "You suggest I feel grateful for being alive? You poor fool! Do you truly think the servants are ever as happy as we are, Victor? Do they enjoy the same luxuries, the same comfort? Do they find their lives satisfying? It is not the fact of mere existence that makes life pleasurable, but how one lives, Victor," Elizabeth seriously retorted, her ire beginning to rise again. She took some comfort in how?well she?used the man's name, like a well sharpened blade. But if that was not going to be enough to satisfy her, well, she still had plans for the future.
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Fortunately for her, Victor himself provided her with a pleasant distraction that made her smile all over again. "Yes, you figured me out, Victor. You are so brilliant, your creation has nothing on you. I might still report you, if you keep being such a...if you keep persisting at being yourself," Elizabeth concluded pleasantly, not able to come up with?a worthy enough insult, other than his own name. But what was the point of the?most offensive?word, when it was lost on its target? It was a successful distraction?at any rate. If he thought he knew her plans, he would never see her vengeance coming.
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"And, please, stop being ridiculous. Why would I hit myself? I feel disfigured enough already, and don't want to make it worse. Which is, again, entirely your fault. You brought me back to life, in my abominable shape. How am I to enjoy it? By being a submissively happy wife? Oh, Victor, it would have been better if you just let me strike you," Elizabeth openly admitted, not worried that Victor may understand her words. He has not proved his foresight lately, except perhaps, when he held her back from hitting him.
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Even the saddest smile vanished from her lips, when they got assaulted by an unexpected touch. "What are you doing now? Remove your filthy self at once," Elizabeth demanded. Furiously wiping her lips when the man was done, she angrily glared at her?assailant, no hint of?sarcastic mirth remaining. He was going to pay for it all eventually she decided. But stupid was the one thing she refused herself to be. If?he could be so fast, so freakishly strong, then, then something else needed to be done.?She would have to choose a better timing. And when he least expected. he would see why?a woman's vengeance could be worse than that of a man. ??
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?The normally mild mannered Victor was now finding it increasingly difficult to control his temper; he was, German, after all, but he had learned a large measure of control in his relatively young life, but now, he filled the tenuous threads?of his temper about to break. ? He stood there listening to her, saying not a word when she announced that his words were useless, and that she cared not for them. But when he saw her fist coming toward his face, he knew she meant to hit him. As quickly as the lightning with which he created life, Victor grabbed Elizabeth¡¯s clenched fist, and brought it down to her side; with his other hand, he took hold of her opposite hand, so as to make certain that she could not continue her plan with that hand. ? His eyes blazed with fury as he met her eyes, I¡, Said¡, Stop it! His voice now held a deadly calm, and he hoped she would not challenge him further. ? He just stood there, holding both her hands, watching her expression, allowing her to fully gauge the anger which burned in his eyes. He wanted to kick her, to hit her, to burn a hole through her with his eyes, with his feelings. ? ?When he spoke, his voice was lower than usual, it was calm, but held a firm, no nonsense authority. ? ?You are fortunate to even be alive, he told her; ? This violence of yours will solve nothing, do you hear me, absolutely nothing. The enunciated each and every word, allowing them to be sharpened blades of anger, which he used one at the time, ? Allowing her to experience the sting of each one. ? ?I will not allow even you¡, To make a mouse, or a fool of me; now I told you¡, I am immensely sorrowful for not defending you that fateful night, I told you that I would do it all over again if I could, but alas I cannot. ? I told you earlier that I would help you in whatever way I can, but that does not include allowing myself to be punched and kicked about as though I were just a common ? ?Slave, or whipping boy! ? You see I think I know what your plan is, he continued, you want to provoke me so that I will strike you first, then, you get to run to the authorities crying that your husband has Miss used and abused you, well it¡¯s not going to happen; I will not strike the first blow, but if you believe in violence to be such a grand idea, then strike?your own lovely face with your fist, and see how you like it, see how it feels. ? But I¡, I can think of a far better use for your lips; with that, he firmly took her in his arms, holding her in a tight bear hug, bringing her close to him, then claiming?her lips in a passionate kiss that equally commanded no nonsense, he hoped that it would command her respect. ? His voice was still firm, yet soft, his eyes showed both passion and anger as he spoke, I cannot pretend to know how you suffered that night, but I do know this, you are not the only one. I also know that I refuse to let this thing keep us apart, as your husband, I refuse to allow you to allow it¡, To claim your life. ? I know that I don¡¯t deserve you, he continued, I know that I have made terrible mistakes, but all I can do now is to live from this day forward, in the light of the knowledge gained from those mistakes. ? ? Allowing you to??strike me will change nothing of the past, it will only bring me pain, ?and I never liked pain, even coming from your sweet hands. ? ?Same killer who haunts you, also haunts me, ?and hurting me is just what he would want you to do. ? ?We are not getting anywhere like this, he told her, as he released his hold enough to loop his arm around her; now come my wife, we are going to find the priest, and we are going to conquer this thing¡, Together.???????????? ?? God loves you.
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It was very unfortunate over all. The fact that Victor could not even express his true feelings. Perhaps they were not ?the best to express. But at least, if they got into some kind of a fight, it could have been over by now. Elizabeth may have been deluding herself in the matter, but she had no better option to look forward to. His anger, it was trying to control both of them, him into softening. Herself, from getting enraged further.
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There was a surprise factor involved in his reaction. She didn't expect him to change his demeanor, she...almost could delight in the change, as if it could bring the two of them closer together for the first time. But as he?retreated back, into his?calm mask, she realized with a start, that she?was angrier now?than she had been before. And that was..really bad. For him.
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She could be honest with herself. Apologies were unlikely to help at this point. But his calming words, oh how infuriating they have become.??Ignoring his confessions, his reassurances, his explanation, with widened eyes, Elizabeth finally smiled.
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"You fail to realize that such understanding does not?diminish my suffering, and thus is useless. Your words are useless, I care not for them. But if consequences are what you are willing to face, then, just have them, Victor."
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A pity, Elizabeth considered, as her hand clenched into a fist again. A pity that he refused to listen, to understand what he had done in earnest. To understand the magnitude of his crime. A pity, that he refused to behave. That he tried to be soft, when he should have been honest. That when he was honest, he?did not address her pain, nor was able to soothe it. A greater pity still that he could not stop himself,?from being so atrocious, even when both of them were?approaching a possible course of solution, namely a priest who specialized in such forlorn matters.
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A pity, above all, that there were consequences, she was less eager than him ?to face, especially, considering what she was about to do. A pity, Elizabeth decided, as her fist?started inexorably moving towards Victor's face. There was a small?amount of fear in her, and a minor degree of triumph, hoping to make him lose his bloody control at last. A pity, but?all of her regrets were minimal at best, Elizabeth readily acknowledged. ? ? |
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?When Victor saw Elizabeth¡¯s?hand come up to strike him, ?he raised his own hand to block her, and quickly stepped back, away from her. But it was plain to see that she had almost crossed over the line with him, his normally kindly eyes and passive expression were?now a blazing flame of anger. ? Don¡¯t¡, Do it, Elizabeth, his tone was a sharp dagger as he did not beg or request this time, this was a direct command to her. ? Yet in all of their present discourse, not once did his voice rise beyond that level of normal conversation. ? ? His tone, and his expression softened somewhat, but his voice still held that sharp edge to it, now I understand that I cannot possibly know how you must have felt in the world of the dead. ? ?I have done my best, and will continue to do everything I can for the rest of our lives to make it up to you; but you must realize that you¡, are?not the only one who has suffered. Just because I was not ripped and torn apart by that monster as you were, does not mean I have suffered any less for it. ? I have asked for your forgiveness, and I realize that it will take time, perhaps the rest of your life, ? I am willing to atone in whatever way is necessary for that. But bodily fighting, and lying¡, are?not the answers, they will only cause more problems. ? His eyes were becoming kindly again, although he still felt inwardly like kicking her in the stomach, or below. ? So I did not rise up and throw a knife, or a punch at that thing, at that beast; I have explained to you why, I could be no good to you if I were dead, how could I bring you¡, Back from the dead, if I myself were imprisoned in the world of death? ? ?Would you rather that I had become so injured that I could not work, and therefore, could not bring life back to you? ? ?Does it mean nothing to you that I both feel, and here¡, The hideous beast in my own mind, though none else can see him? Does this mean nought to you? And still, where is my¡, Defense? Who is there to defend¡, Me? ? I thought you understood that I am no soldier, and I never claimed to be; I am a man of peace, a man of science and¡, A man of love. His voice ?changed back to its normal kind tone when he spoke of being a man of love, although he was quick to hasten past the¡, Science, part of it. ? ?Do you also count it as nought¡, ?that I have all but sacrificed my soul, my life¡, To give you life again? ?I expect no applause, and no repayment for this, I do not say it to hold it against you as it were, I only remind you of it, because it? appears you doubt my love for you, simply because I did not challenge the beast, and rescue you from his vile?hands. ? For the most part, the fire ?in his eyes??had ?gone out, now being replaced by a pleading look, as he made his eyes meet hers.
?Elizabeth¡, I¡¯ve made mistakes, I never claimed to be perfect. My first mistake in this entire situation was that¡, I should not have created that thing to be so strong; I should have made a way to kill it, or at least, to render it helpless for a time. ? I should have just gone ahead and made a wife for him, then modified the heredity factors, so that they could not procreate little monsters. I¡, He paused, then continued, I should have treated him more like¡, a?being, a?human being, rather than simply an experiment in creating life. ? Most likely I shouldn¡¯t have been creating life at all, I ought to have adhered to more conventional science¡, Curing the sick, creating things ?for the benefit and betterment of humanity, rather than creating life it self. But out of all of these, my greatest mistake was that¡, I did not¡, Stand and defend you against my own creation. I see now that this matters most to you, and if I had it to do over again, I would fight and lose my life to that beast ? a thousand??times, just so you could live and not have to feel the pain; but alas, it is not even in the possible realm of science¡, To affect such a trip ?into the past, so as to right?the wrong. ? Alas, all I can do is attempt to atone from this day forward; his expression hardened just a bit as he continued, but I am tired of being a simpering, whimpering coward, first to that¡, That thing, and then to you. ? ?He reached to take her hand in his, and would do so unless she chose to pull away; I love you, dear Elizabeth, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you that I love you, doing whatever I can including¡, Giving my own life if necessary, to help you find peace, to win your love and your forgiveness. But one thing I will not¡, Do, is lie. I will not go running to tell what has happened between us, but if someone asks, ?I will speak the truth, and I will deal with the consequences as they come; I am done with cowardice. ? ?And yes, come, let us carry our problems to one more effective in dealing with such matters then either of us. ? ?He mentally chastised him self for having been so angry with her at first, but the pain, the strain, the long nights and seemingly endless days in the lab, Frank¡¯s ghost in his mind, all of these things gnawed?at the thin, tenuous fibers that were Victor¡®s nerves, and the strain was telling on the normally kind, patient man. ? He had anticipated that there would be hard questions to answer, but he had not expected such deep, difficult questions on the first day of her return to the world of the living; he had done everything in his power to make certain that everything, the house, the bath,?the meal¡, Her first moments of wakefulness, everything, was right, and it hurt him that she was ruining it so very soon.????????????? ?????
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Elizabeth did not enjoy her change of mood just then. Victor's innocent sounding question almost made her whimper, and that response sent her into a towering rage. She really wanted to be sympathetic and kindly, but for some odd reason, he seemed intent on provoking her instead.
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And that fake innocence. She might have believed in it before, but now? Did the man think that being altered and abnormal also made her stupid? Did he expect her to believe that he truly didn't know? Could he,,,could he have forgotten that he did die? She could almost cling to the desperate hope that what he told her wasn't true, that he was not even fair to himself. If only the hope was not so tenuous. No, she could not bring herself to believe that he was innocent and somehow lost more memory than she had.
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The very fact that was tempted to trust him again, truly infuriated her, and she could only inwardly pray to anybody who would hear that he should not push her further.
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"No Victor. You know you did nothing. You offered me no solace, no refuge. You betrayed my trust and delivered me to your worst enemy," Elizabeth proceeded implacably, disregarding any doubts that she had remembered all the details correctly. Right now, her version of the truth was the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help Victor God. For he needed to be punished. Nay, he was going to be punished. It was right, it was just, and she needed it. He was lucky the punishment was verbal thus far, she told herself with a grim smile, attempting to unclench her fists, hoping that when she hit Victor, it would be with an open palm, instead of a fist.
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"You did not destroy your creation, out of some deluded pride, and later, it came back to hurt me, because of you. And you, you just stood there, on the holiest of nights. On the night of our sacred union. What a travesty that oath of yours was, in sickness and healthiness. The oath that?you swore and betrayed on the same night. Do I like healthy to you Victor," Elizabeth angrily yelled,?daring any passer by to accost her for inappropriate behavior. She was ready to unleash her temper now on anybody who would dare defending Victor.
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Her palm was rising to strike, but fortunately somebody out there heard her inward prayer, and Victor said the right ?words finally. Instead of feigning ignorance, he acknowledged his wrongness and apologized for his dire crimes. Could Elizabeth hope to forgive him? She did not think so, but for a brief moment, she was willing to let her anger simmer instead of expressing it fully.
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"Your apology means very little, Victor," she bit out sternly, omitting the sugary terms of endearment she could still stomach earlier. But now, even the most bitter sarcasm was failing her in expressing her contempt.
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"However, let us advance further in our search of the priest. I am eager to start the work of atonement. And please, make sure that nobody stops us. If anybody dares criticizing me now, for my outburst, you are to tell them that nothing untoward happened. Because otherwise, there is no telling what I would do. To you, to them. Do you understand me, Victor?" Elizabeth casually wondered, the ability to?issue a direct threat somewhat mollifying her. |
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?Victor looked considering, gradually starting to hang his head as he remembered a day that he should have wanted to remember, but had tried very hard to forget, that being¡, The day that he and Elizabeth were to be married. It should¡¯ve been the happiest day in his life, yet it was one of the saddest days of his life for obvious reasons. ? ? At last he looked at her with pleading eyes, did I truly do¡, Nothing, on that day? Surely I must¡¯ve done¡, Something? He searched her eyes, wanting her to remember at least one brave deed of valor that he might have tried, did he punch at Frank? Heady kit? Had he drawn a???knife? Likely not as he usually did not make a habit of carrying weapons with him. ? He would never have believed it had he heard someone telling these facts about someone else, would never have believed that the very same fear which had caused him to run ?away from his creation, could have paralyzed him and prevented him from defending the one he loved; oh how can I say that I love you, when I¡, Did, nothing. It was not a question this time, he?remembered that day all too well, it was a day which mutely?shouted coward, coward, at him numerous times in his memory. ? Once more, his pleading eyes met hers, ? ?Elizabeth¡, Can you ever forgive me for that? I¡, I know I don¡¯t deserve it, but with every beat of my heart I apologize to you, and if I had to do over again, I would do all I could to save you, even if it wouldn¡¯t be enough. I guess the only thing that I was thinking was that, at some point, I would be able to bring you back, where as if I allowed myself to be killed by him, then, I could not bring you back. I wanted to live ? ?So that I could give you back the life he took from you. He looked puzzled at first when she mentioned about him playing God, I¡, I really had no intention of playing God or, anyone else for that matter; but I wanted to create life, I just wanted to see if it could be done, if a mortal men could create in mortality, you remember that has always fascinated me, right? ? ?If I would have truly known what would happen, how he would miss use the powers I gave him, and if I had truly intended to play God, and I would have given the powers to myself, not,?to him. He would reach to take her hand in his, and would do so if she chose not to pull away, yes, come, let us go and see the priest. There is one who lives nearby, but I am not sure what his name is.???
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"But Victor, if you are honest, you know you didn't do enough to sacrifice yourself. You are alive not because he spared you, but because you did not insist on attacking him distracting him. You may not have been the one to overcome him, but?you haven't even tried.
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I think. I really think I would have tried in your place. I must say what you already know, I have lost the ability to hide my feelings very well, because I don't think normally anymore. Perhaps it is for the better in this, perhaps it is not. At least there are no secrets between us now, and you must be aware I am disappointed with you," Elizabeth settled for this word over others. It wasn't that it was fully satisfactory in its own right at all.?She could have chosen a harsher one to truly say what she meant, but that would not do any better.
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Words mattered so very little, when only dark and dire physical action could transform the balance between them into what it really should be.
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"So, despite being a man of science, who tried to sway me away from visiting the priest purportedly?for scientific reasons, you actually believe him to be haunting you too. Well, that is alright, it would be difficult for you to add to my disappointment, Victor.
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But answer me this. What on Earth possessed?you into giving your own creation such powers? How did you even come up with the very idea...Alright, I shall admit to being wrong. My disappointment with you is actually growing. Oh Victor, what made you think that you, of all people could play God? You, who is?weak and incompetent and cowardly? How could you do any of this? I must have been blind before my rebirth not to see your faults, or did you dull my senses with those potent drugs I have seen at the apothecary display? I just don't know what to do with you anymore. Let us just see the priest then." Elizabeth agreed, her tone boding ill for any immediate satisfaction. ?? |
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Re: Late Night Lab Work (Victor/Elizabeth)
?Victor glanced away ?in hopes of hiding a weary sigh, ?as he privately wondered, why, at least on this first day of her return to the world of the living, why they could not simply have a normal conversation; why couldn¡¯t she just be happy to be alive, and quit worrying about the past? He looked back at her, I¡, I wish I had have died, I wish it had of been me instead of you, I wish I would¡¯ve been the one to somehow revive myself, if such possible. No, it was not that he did not want me to suffer, my creation ?Took your life, and left me alive, because he did not want me to have anyone. You see, he wanted me to suffer, wanted me to be alone as he is, the selfish brute¡, Wanted me¡, His maker, to feel the loneliness that he feels, not understanding that no one can make or choose a spouse for another being. ? ?And no, he did not even think of you as being associated with science, so he did not think of you as being in charge, at least not as far as I am aware; it was for the reason I have stated, that he killed you, and left me to live, alone. He did not count on me bringing you back, or perhaps he would have killed me instead. ? ? I started not to tell you this, and I hate to admit it, he continued, but Elizabeth¡, He paused, looking at her as he chose his words carefully, I¡, I heard him, I saw and heard him in my own mind today, several times. I believe he¡, Is somehow haunting you as well, so I think you¡¯re right, we both need to find a priest. He gave a sigh of relief ? ?That he had finally mustered?the courage to say, to say the very thing he was not going to tell her, that he would have told no one, that, although no one could see him, Frank was still very much alive and well in his own mind, and ever present ghost that chose various occasions to remind him, to haunt him. ? Have no idea where the monster is, he continued, but he has all but ruined the first day of you being here, because my theory is that he is bothering you as well. So come, let us go to the home of a priest, I do not even know the man¡¯s name, I hope he is still awake at this time, and we can both speak with him.?
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Ooc, ? OK, we need a priest now, wouldn¡¯t it just be something, if that priests name happened to be¡, Father¡, Frank??
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God loves you.
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Kat