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The harbinger had given her the shocking news. Rather than attempting to find Dancer? and Fedora, Carris took this one upon herself. For them, it could be too personal...especially as they had both over reacted to the old portrait of the creation of Victor Frankenstein in their own individual ways. Dance amusingly jealous and Fedora...Carris hadn't known what to call Fedora's less than controlled reaction.?
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Her pet Harbinger had announced Elisabeth Frankenstein's shocking presence and Carris planned to make the most of it. Upon discovering their location through said Harbinger, she made certain to be on the street they had to turn onto to reach Victor's current establishment.
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"Why hello there," the young slender willowy dark haired woman said pleasantly. Her gaze skipped over Victor to fasten on Elisabeth. "I'm considering moving into the area and was wondering how you find the place. Another doctor lives in the area who I look very forward to studying with," she gushed, dropping the another doctor intentionally so that it may be known that she was a doctor. Well wasn't she even better, she silently rationalized. Of course she was better.
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?Victor was now looking increasingly weary, and worried, as Elizabeth spoke. The weariness was not from being bored, it was from extended periods of lab work, poor eating habits, and other things which he had paid little attention to, while working to bring Elizabeth back to life.?
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?I would expect some weakness and forgetfulness, partially due to your prolonged absence, but mainly due to ?lack of muscle movement while you were dead. ? I had noticed some weakness, he continued, but had thought it was only that your muscles had weakened?from lack of use, as muscles are often likely to do. ? You seem as graceful as ever, he complemented sincerely, but I did notice I kind of¡, Well a kind of, strength, that would not be expected from being prolonged dead.?
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?Yes¡, Predatory, he ?mused??aloud, ?as he studied her, watching her carefully. ? ?He thought to himself that, while she was somewhat more predatory in her gait and some of her mannerisms, she had come in some ways, to depend almost entirely on him to make decisions.?
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I will have to modify the potion that I am going to give you, but only slightly, and it should not take long; this should take into account the physical changes in your body, as well as the emotional ones. At least he hoped this was what would happen, as he tried to reassure her, thinking of things he could add to further slow down her brain cells, just for the night. ? He thought to himself, this potion will have to slow down the work of the cerebellum, not so much that she will fall, or that she cannot stand or walk, just enough so that she cannot¡, Pounce,?or spring at anyone. He questioned his own thoughts, unable to believe that he could think of his Elizabeth pouncing or springing on anyone. ? And yet, there was that vase, the vase she had so easily broken while they were at dinner, a thing??she had had most appreciation for, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, now shattered because of some sort of change about which?he knew next to nothing.
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?I will definitely keep it in mind, he reassured her, as he offered her a hand up, all the while trying to keep himself balanced upright. Still, his first few steps were unsteady to say the least, and it was all he could do to keep from falling, as he stumbled quite a number of times on their way home. ????
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"I do fear something has changed in my body. My memory of myself may be unreliable in many respects, dear Victor, but I envision myself being slightly more fragile, with lesser strength, endurance and the like. When I first felt myself walking, it was different from what I could anticipate. My gait was still similar, but void of grace. My posture less controlled and more...I don't know, predatory, as strange as it sounds. Even the way my legs set themselves apart was strange. So perfectly balanced on one hand, but so strong on the other. My muscles remembered and could replicate many of the things I have been doing, but with some deviation I cannot quite place. It was akin to being a stranger in my own body.
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There were other related feelings too. Some of the objects in the house showed me less resistance than I expected. Others presented themselves from a different angle then what I remembered. I am guessing you have been to busy to majorly redecorate our house. So it must be me, how I remember things wrongly. But it's not just forgetfulness due to prolonged absence. It is more than that. It is in the very way that I feel. I am certainly in a female body now, yet, as silly as it may be, I expected different things from being female. I don't even to seem to have the same taste cravings. My artistic predilection has changed too. I realized that when we were initially inside but was too busy to comment on that, as I had other problems.?
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And then my emotions, there was this edge to them. I don't remember its like and cannot fully account for it. All these factors?combined made me think there are significant changes in me on many levels. With that in mind, I can only pray that you are correct and your draft would work the same way on this version of me as it would on my original body. I hope you can take my changes into account and modify the remedy accordingly. If such a thing is even possible. I further hope it would not take too long of a time, for I have little certainty about being able to proceed the?natural way, as an ordinary woman in a regular household," Elizabeth admitted with some embarrassment.
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"Alright, you are probably right. There is naught to be done now. Just...keep it in mind, I suppose, for the time when I need urgent help," the young woman peevishly requested. Not entirely happy with Victor's?faith in the body's ability to make its own decisions, she had nothing left to say or do, except for unnecessarily arguing once more. |
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?Victor looked considering as he listened to Elizabeth. Unless something has happened that has drastically changed your body chemistry and a response to certain drafts and stimuli, you should react in a favorable way to the sleeping draft, I am certain that it will put you to sleep, as well as put to sleep any voices that might wish to speak to you in the night. And yes, I can have a chain placed upon your door, and that is a good idea, call the servants or me if necessary.?
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?He lightly?stroked her hand with?a finger when she said she was glad he did not blame her for the outbursts. Of course I don¡¯t blame you, and I even apologize for my earlier outburst at you, it¡¯s just, he spread his hands in a helpless gesture, I feel as one might say, over my head, like a fish trying to swim against the current, I am in this so deep, and I don¡¯t exactly know what to do. I am having to guess, just as you are, and I am not comfortable in situations such as these.
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?He gave her a considering look when she asked what time they should wake up and try to find a priest; he would have to admit, if only to himself, how he missed the Elizabeth that would try to make decisions with him, rather than looking to him to make all of the decisions. He thought it strange that before the creation, he had wanted to make decisions, had wanted to decide everything that his creation did or said, everyplace the creation went. But afterward,?and after all of this with Elizabeth, he found he did not want to be in charge ?anymore ? ? I think we should let our own bodies make that decision for us, he replied at links, it is rather late now, and we still must get back home, I must give you your sleeping potion, and then we must get to bed. I think after we have slept and had a good rest, and a good breakfast or lunch, which ever it may be, I think we will both be in much better disposition to find and speak with a priest. ? ? ?I thought we would find one this evening, but I don¡¯t think even the holiest?of priests would appreciate being awakened at this late hour, therefore, if you have nothing more to discuss, or no further questions, I suggest we continue the way home, and proceed with the task of getting both our tired selves to bed. He had to admit, he was quite exhausted, it was all catching up with him, the late nights and poor eating habits while he had been working to bring his Elizabeth back to life, and for what??all of this. ? He irritably wondered why some remnant from the other side, some uncontrollable, misunderstood fragment, had to come back and trouble his beloved now? Why couldn¡¯t she just have simply left all of that behind when she took that first breath, when he had commanded her to live earlier that day? She had been so wonderful at first, so proud, so happy to be alive, just the way he had known her to be, but then Frank, or whatever it was, had interfered. He couldn¡¯t help wondering, had he treated Frank¡, Just as he had treated her during those first few moments of creation, and afterward, making certain that he had had the best food, the best teaching, all of the love that one man could give, all of the knowledge that could be afforded that time, if he had treated Frank as he treated Elizabeth, what might have happened? Would he be in this predicament now, would he and his precious Elizabeth be peacefully sleeping now, without the aid of any sleeping draft? Would ? ?Would they be still alone as a couple, or would they by chance have one or two children already born? There was no way to know, and Victor felt responsible with an increasing force, why, oh why didn¡¯t I just treat my first creation better, instead of being so blasted afraid, he wondered to himself, as he helped Elizabeth to stand, and they began their slow walk toward their home.?? ???
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Elizabeth brightened at the idea and thoughtfully nodded. "Yes, a locked door would go a long way towards putting my mind at ease. Of course, given my current level of strength, at least when unchecked and applied to objects, it might not be sufficient. I wonder if you could also place a chain on the door, to bulk my progress further. In return, I shall of course agree to call upon you, or the serving staff, should they happen to be closer at the time.
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I do understand everything you said, Victor. I appreciate that you don't blame me for the uncontrollable fits. They are just so severe. I am hopeful that the draft will indeed put me to sleep. That the door will keep me out. And that all shall be well with us again, as if nothing untoward happened. What hour do you feel we should wake up and prepare to find a priest?" Elizabeth eagerly wondered. |
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?Victor looked touched when Elizabeth said that she was afraid for herself, and for him. If you truly feel that you might be of some sort of a threat during the night, I will then lock my door while I sleep. This is assuming of course, that you give me your word that, should you need me for anything at all, you either come and knock on the door, or call me. ? ?I want to give you a strong sleeping draft this evening, he continued, so that you will sleep deeply, and likely will not chance to awaken until the following morning, thus hopefully keeping you from inflicting injury on yourself while you are asleep.?
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God he listened with consideration as she spoke of her favorite chair, and the taunting voice that they assumed belonged to his creation. ? ?As for the servants, he continued, Heidi, William and the others, are usually quite understanding and tolerant;?we will tell them that you have not been well here of late, and are still not quite accustomed to being back in this world. That should help explain any further outbursts you may have. This is of course, assuming that we can try to get them under control as quickly as possible.
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"Heidi thinks well of me? Does she still? You know that vase I held, shattered into smithereens. I could not control myself then, and though I feel better, who is to say my feeling shall not recur? ?How does Heidi feel about having to fix the things I break? Or... did you imply perhaps that the vase was broken by accident? Will you keep implying it, should I keep breaking things? My favorite chair is especially in danger. I find such support from it. It reminds me of who I was. And honestly, that is the greatest reason I am afraid to break it.
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Not that you or the servants would provoke me again. That voice though. That malicious voice we have agreed might belong to your creation. If it taunts me again, if it makes me go against my best wishes, that chair would be the first I break. And then, there is no knowing what I would do to you. The separate beds might keep you safe for a while, but my torment was so severe. I don't know how long I can resist it. I do not know, further, that I shall not wake up, in the middle of the night, my body, outside of my control, my mind intent on murder of its own volition.
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We have discussed our problems at length, but not the full extent of the damage that was done to me. I am afraid for me, and for you. But, I suppose you are right. It might be too late to do anything on the matter. Here's to the hope that things would improve tomorrow. Or at least, will not deteriorate tonight. Is there anything I ought to tell Heidi or William? Anything that would make them less frustrated with me? I doubt they would remain as doting when I lose my wits, but you know them best," Elizabeth sadly confided.
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?Victor placed a comforting hand on Elizabeth¡¯s arm, do not worry, he told her, I believe it will be safe to go home now; I don¡¯t believe they overheard, or if they did, they will not dare bring it up. And if per chance one of them should mention it, I will simply explain to them that it is your first day back, and that you naturally have some questions and uncertainties, I am sure they will do everything they can to make you feel welcomed and loved in our home. Now, shall we go? ? ?I know that Heidi, the one who assisted you with your bath earlier today, really thinks most fondly of you.?
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?Yes I think getting to know a priest will be a most worthwhile and productive venture for the both of us. I know that I myself could truly utilize the services of one at this point in my life. He would wait and allow her to make the first move to?stand and go toward their home. ?The?
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Elizabeth found herself unexpectedly disturbed by the fact that Victor needed to priest before. It wasn't that she was the most devout of all faithful, but in the context of Victor's sins, that spoke of hubris. Of the need to be in control so much that he could not stomach another authority over himself. It shouldn't have bothered her, it wouldn't have, with a different man, but that was Victor and despite her best wishes, his comment did prove disturbing. Trying not to ruin another shared moment with a harsh judgment, Elizabeth swallowed her pride and initially offered no response, only a pale smile to answer Victor's own.
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"Well, let the sins of the past, hopefully remain relegated to the past. I am glad you are considering new ideas, opening up and are willing to change your ways. Some says it is never too late to get to know a priest, thought perhaps a priest himself would disagree, " the young lady offered with a small dose of amusement. "It will be our shared adventure to find one together, to voice our sorrows and ask for spiritual guidance. I am glad we haven't done that yet. Tomorrow will be a new day, and we will face it together, as a couple should.?
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But I must wonder, what if it is too early to come back home yet. My earlier outbursts, what if they were overheard by the servants. I am feeling a little self conscious in the way that I shouldn't perhaps. I simply don't know. Is it safe to go home now, will it be alright?" Elizabeth plaintively inquired, feeling lost one more time in light of her?earlier hardships, ?? |
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?The expression on Victor¡®s face was one of regret, ?as? She expressed her own regret about him not knowing a priest, yes, perhaps I should have cultivated a relationship with one, but back in the day, or not so long ago, I felt I didn¡¯t need one. Funny and strange, how various crises in life cause us to realize the error of our ways. He could not help but give her a warm smile and an equally warm chuckle when she said he had the right idea this time. Good, I am glad I am finally getting something right and doing something right for a change. ? Talking does?seem to help to relieve the soul does it not? I am glad that at least for now, you are no longer bothered by anger. I could use some food as well, come then, let us return to our home, and see if the servants have left any morsel of food for two hungry bodies and two equally hungry souls. He chuckled at his soul quip as he ?stood, then extended his hand to take hers, and??offer?her a hand up. ? It was up to her whether or not she excepted the offer, he would not force himself in any way. The stars were out, and it was a full moon; he longed to slip his arm around her, to hold her close, to make this a slow, romantic walk home, but that would have to be her choice, and it would have to be initiated by her, he would make no sudden moves now.???
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Elizabeth slowly nodded. "Yes, talking to a priest could help. Even if they do not listen and do not have any advice, relieving the soul seems like the thing we both currently need. A pity you don't know any priest personally, they could have made an exception, if they believed your need was sincere. But you may be right, it is getting late. Perhaps tomorrow will be a fresh start for all of us. I sincerely hope so, at least. And, now that I am no longer bothered by anger or sadness, I must admit to getting hungrier. you do have the right idea in mind this time," Elizabeth agreed with a small smile?that demonstrated her friendliness as well as her exhaustion.?
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Victor listened to Elizabeth¡¯s concerns, making certain that he truly listened this time, keeping eye contact with her, nodding to her various comments and suggestions. Either way this goes, it may not turn out as we expect, his tone was full of weariness. Before we start or plan anything, perhaps the first thing we should do is to find this priest, and speak with him freely about this. I¡¯ve heard that most priests are open and friendly, it may be that he will be able to offer us some solution, ?then his expression became sad, and worried. But, what if he instructs me to completely repent of creating life? What if he says that I have played God, what if he tells me not to create any more? I suppose I will have to disregard that suggestion, I shall have to create once more, but only once more, the mate?for him, or at least a suitable companion. No one deserves to be completely alone.
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?I know that in the past, I have been so intent on my work in science, that I have disregarded you, of course completely without intention of doing so. And for that, yes I am truly sorry, and intend to show it with my actions as well as my speech. ?He glanced up at the completely dark sky, which was now filled with stars. But for now, the hour grows increasingly late, and I doubt that even a priest would look with sympathy and kindness on us if we awaken him at this late hour. Shall we return home then, and sleep on this, then go find the priest in the morning????? God loves you.
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Elizabeth had a dark impulse to give Victor a bad advice. To see what happened, to be entertained, she was not certain which, herself. Perhaps both were true, but the dark moment passed and she was able to answer sincerely, even while marveling at herself. "I cannot honestly say how you can transmute the dark care back into love. I think it would?depend on how deeply your creation was hurt. On how strenuously it has tried to do its part inly to find itself frustrated. It might also depend on how happy it is at present. People who have nothing to lose, I have learned, are less likely to be forgiving.
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Let?us assume for minute that your wish can come true, despite the obvious reservations I have listed. Well then, what worked for me was your unreserved apology. It may not?seem like?the most important element in the face of suffering, but it is a start. Previously, you have made me believe that you disregarded my feelings, and insisted on doing what you saw as best. Seeing your refusal to acknowledge how your actions led to my difficulties, how you showed no remorse and offered excuses instead, that did not go well with me. Your willingness to accept whatever came, your agreement to fix matters, that was the crucial element for me.??
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If your previous treatment of me is any indication, you might have to accept that you deeply wronged the creature, and be willing to make reparations. One way could be to see if there are other non human beings out there, to offer him to be introduced to him, and possibly find peace with who he is. Unfortunately, before your experiments, I never heard of non human beings of any kind, so it might be merely a theoretical desire. Besides, if the creature feels betrayed by you, even your best intentions might not do him any good. How could he know that he can trust you anymore? What do you have to give him that would persuade him to change his mind?
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The only thing I could think of if before approaching him, you build him his match. Somebody who cares for him in the way you could not. At least, where I am concerned, the best thing to changer my anger into something else is to give me something unexpectedly pleasant, with no assumptions made about my reaction, to commitment on my part to enjoy the gesture or return the favor. If further, you are able to address your concerns and make the partner sterile, then the threat of a new race to overwhelm humanity would no longer exist. Of course, I am not sure that the creature would not resent you further for not being able to reproduce and demand you fix the situation.?In that case, you would be dealing with two angry creatures, instead of just one.
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Whichever way I look, there might not be any easy answers. You have inflicted such wounds, I shall surmise, that you would be lucky if there is any turning point from here on.?Oh Victor, I hope you are right. I hope that in time you would gain the compliance of the new creature, or earn the understanding of the original one with your changing behavior. I am not sure that?you see things clearly. I am not sure that?there is a way for you to create another being of a new race without?some tragic flaw in it. I am not sure about any of it.?
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Sadly, you may be right in that being the only option. The more I analyze?your solutions or the ones I originally propose, the more hopeless things look. Perhaps we should just choose a plan and stick with it, it may be difficult to make a really wise choice in such an untenable situation," Elizabeth?plaintively admitted. ? |
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?Victor listened thoughtfully to Elizabeth¡¯s explanation about caring, and how that care could mutate. ? ?His voice was full of consideration and thought as he spoke, the question is then I suppose, how does one change that dark care back?into what it was originally supposed to be? How can I help you¡, To do this? How can I, or is it possible, to help him¡, To do this? ? ?In my heart of hearts I think, I would not be so eager to destroy him, as to¡, He searched for the right words, to punish? To bring him to some accountability concerning what he did to you. Yes I acknowledge my responsibility, I created him, and I should¡¯ve done differently by him, should have cared for him and taught him, should have loved him like a father. But nevertheless, it was his hands that did the deed, and he must be brought to an awareness and an accountability for this. ? ?He cannot go through all of time, living forever, yet constantly blaming all of his Missfortunes, failures and other misguided attempt on me. He would have you and others believe that it was I in effect, that killed you because of the way I treated him, in some ways he is right, but I fear, that can only go so far. ? ?I would destroy him 1000 times, yes even a lifetime of eternity¡¯s for your sake, dearest loved one, and yet, I think my more peaceful, placid nature rather desires that I should make some semblance of peace with him. In order for that to happen though, he must be brought to some sort of accountability. Perhaps there is nothing he can do to recompense, but he must except his part in the entire ordeal. ? ?Perhaps there is nothing either of us can do to atone for the wrongs each of us has done to the other, I for?not caring for my creation, he¡, For killing you, as well as my brother, but there may be at least a kind of piece at which we can arrive.
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?He gave her a questioning look when she spoke of changing himself, do you mean, change myself into something more beast like, something more¡, Animalistic? I feel the same as you, I fear even then I might not be a match for him, simply because I made him with such superior strength. I shall consider your solution though, that of possibly creating aNother equally strong and intelligent, yet more compliant being. ? Duplicating the strength and intelligence is easy enough I think, but the compliance¡, His voice trailed off, and he clicked his tongue in thought.?
?Then, his eyes suddenly came alive with understanding, the way they often did in the lab, with no one or not many people there to witness, those times when he knew what to do. The solution to the problem lies not so much in re-creating one that is more compliant, I could¡¯ve had that same compliance with Frank most likely, if only I had¡, He clicked his tongue again, yes, he mused allowed. ? If fear had not been so much the captain of my soul then, that cruel?slave master that makes one do things against his own reasoning, if I had perhaps¡, Subdued him, kept him maybe¡, Tied down or, calm?in some way, until I could teach him what the world was, what to do¡, Then maybe, if I could have loved him, rather than feared him and ran from him. ? But too often, fear dispels love, much as light dispels shadows.?
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?The solution then, I believe, he continued, lies in creating the equal strength and intelligence, in knowing what to expect, that although he has this intelligence and strength, he will not necessarily know how to use it. I have learned that that particular thing cannot be created, it must be taught, whether one has a small child, or a huge being. Whether?one makes a child, or makes a man, the solution for compliance then lies in subduing him, in??gaining mastery of him while he is young, ?while he is a new creation in the world, in winning his trust, in loving him, and thus showing him how to love. It may be then, that if my current creation sees this or gets word of it, that I have made another, and that I am treating him differently, with love and respect, he will no doubt come, then perhaps, we can do what must be done to obtain and solidify peace. If that means ? His ultimate and complete distruction, then, so be it, but I would only do that if he tried to hurt you, for in making this new one, I will do my best to create something so that I can regain control and¡, Turn it off, as it were, should it go awry. Will you support me in this, dear Elizabeth? He looked at her with an imploring gays.????
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"Oh Victor, I am not sure you quite grasp all the ramifications of one's care. You might assume it to be nice in nature. Because that is how we are taught to experience care. As something pleasant, something beneficial. I used to hold on to a similar opinion until I learned something different from. I still cared for you, deeply, even at the times when you failed to satisfy my needs. It was this deep seated feeling, it was directed for you, I thought of it as a form of caring, even through the depth of my hatred. Perhaps 'care' is less adequate of a term than intense focus, but my heart experienced the feeling very similarly at any rate.
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I think that feeling is worse, in some sense, because it stems from love. I loved you so dearly, and when I felt hurt?and betrayed by you, my love has not vanished, it has mutated into something different and dark.?I am not saying any of?this to harp on an imaginary slight. I am saying this, because, I am beginning to understand, how deeply your creation?cares for you. Not in a pleasant way. Not because it seeks to reward you. But it cares for you so intensely, that it would refuse to let go, I think. It had even more reasons than myself to worship your every breath. To worry about your opinion of it, to seek to share its goings on with you. And when that became impossible, for whatever reason, I venture to say that like my kind of care, its care for you changed into something utterly sinister.
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I think that may help us set the trap. I have not realized it before, but you are the ultimate bait for it. It cannot, will not resist your presence, and the possibility to engage with you. It might be intelligent, it might try to be cautious because of it, but with you present, it will stop thinking for a while, because its deep care will override its better judgment. You should prepare of course, but I think your speed speaks for itself. My own strength and speed, I really thought them to be bordering on the superhuman and yet you effortlessly countered all of my maneuvers. I honestly think if you are not ready now, perhaps your body would never be.
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Potions and such would only go so far. Without you radically changing yourself, very much away from all human semblance, I think you would not prove his match yet. Perhaps the solution is different. Ad frightening as it is elegant. You need to build a machine that is impervious to harm. If you can improve on your creation and make it utterly obedient, then and only then, I feel, you would stand any chance. Is there a way to create an equally powerful but more obedient monster, Victor? I think you should be considering that direction, or some lightning equipment, anything else, I am beginning to fear, will fail." Elizabeth mournfully proclaimed.
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?Victor nodded when Elizabeth acknowledged his admission of her concern. Of course I acknowledge your concern, his voice was tender as he spoke, we share in many ways the same concern. ? ?These are all very astute and appropriate questions, he commented, his expression considering, as for your first one, why would he torture us so much if he does not wish to be near me? I believe it is simply because¡, Because he can; I don¡¯t believe he truly cares about me, I am not even sure he has the capacity for that, I think it is just because he wants to exercise his power over me, over the two of us. And as for his grievances, I think I know ?what his main one is; he was upset because I would not make a wife for him, as if I could just magically snap my fingers, and a wife would appear out of nowhere for him. He raised his? hands, snapping ?fingers ?on both hands to illustrate his point. ? ?But in the first place, making him was, to say the least, and extreme amount of work and consideration. Making a wife, a female counterpart for him, would be equally taxing, and for what? Had I made him a female companion, they would have likely wanted to reproduce, and then what would that¡, Have inflicted on the world? ? ?As for Luring him back into my lab, yes I believe that would be necessary, and it is often said that¡, Whatever gives us life, may also take life, just as some substances give life, or enhance it in small amounts, but Rob a person of life when given in larger quantities. I believe the same lightning that started his life,?can stop his heart. ? ?He gave a weary psi as he continued, ? As for his being quick, and my striking at him, ?I would likely have to take any number of strengthening and reflex building potions, not to mention doing a considerable amount of preparation myself, before I could adequately take him on. ? ?My reflexes would need to be yet more supple, my endurance, strengthened¡, My heart able to withstand certain rigors of battle, for which I am at present, sad to say, currently unprepared. ? I was never one given to the pursuit of athletics, preferring instead to exercise and condition ?the mind, but much of this would have to be changed, ?were?I to pursue and take him on. ? It was then that Victor felt just exactly how puny, and how mortal?he truly was, he chuckled at the consideration of his¡, Frail looking body, and rather pale face, being as one would say in modern times, buff,?muscular, at him looking as one would say, in shape. ? Four instance, he continued, you actually look strong, compared to me, and you could most likely defeat me in a fight, or wrestling match, the likes of which I do not wish to find out, which ever way it might go. I would not want to hurt you, and I would not want you to hurt me. But I am just saying that at the present time, I would be ill prepared at best to take on my creation.
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?I wanted him to possess superior intelligence, the man continued, so that he might share his knowledge with me, so that he might learn of the world, and tell me things which I as?yet do not know. When he came to life, when he awakened, I was completely unprepared for what I had on my hands, a very large, energetic, superiorly intelligent¡, Baby. ? ?Yes, I had made him big and strong, but he was supposed to possess the intelligence to go along with that strength, to exercise more temperance as it were, but instead, he was filled with all the energy, movements, and life, of a young child just learning to walk and run, yet, possessing the innate intelligence¡, Greater than that of a fully grown man. ? I suppose I expected him to already know many things, since I used mature components in the creation, since I gave him a brain and superior intelligence, I had combined various components, had calculated, and it should have yielded an intelligent, coherent being, but instead¡, He shrugged, allowing the ?pregnant silence to hang almost ominously in the air, mutely shouting what he himself could not say.???????? God loves you.
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Elizabeth could readily admit, at least to herself, that the very fact that Victor discounted the possibility made it all the more convincing for her that it was completely possible.
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"I am not sure what your estimate is based on, considering how you insisted the inner voice had to belong to your creation. If he does not wish to be near you, why would he project himself into your very mind to haunt you, or into mine? And if he does not object to the more intimate proximity, why would he refuse the relatively lesser physical one? You seem to be contradicting yourself, I fear. If your speculation stems from your desire to assuage my anxiety, I appreciate the sentiment but would prefer the true danger to be acknowledged and then steps taken to avert it," Elizabeth spoke firmly, regaining somewhat her earlier confidence through the act of opposing her?companion.
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"Oh good, you acknowledge my concern.?It is a further cause of distress in one regard, but I do not fault you, not for that. It feels reassuring that you understand at last the severity of the threat you?had created against us, however inadvertently. And I still am not sure, why would he make such a choice. Why a completely intelligent being you believe him to be, would make?all the dark choices. Did you not have to alienate him somehow? What made him decide to be evil?
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Well, I suppose, if you don't know, you don't know. Perhaps he would reveal his grief if his plans are frustrated. Your idea to use against him what gave him life sounds promising. But what would you need to do to recreate?the same conditions, Victor? Would he need to be lured back into your lab? Would he need to be incapacitated, and if so, how do you?plan on subduing somebody stronger and more intelligent than yourself? I can only think of some subterfuge or distraction, but have no idea how to create one. What does he even care about, other than hurting us, or you.
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And if you are his only concern, how can it be used against him. Do you need some of your equipment to use when he attacks? But he is so fast, would you even have the necessary time to strike at him, even if he falls for your trap? How much do you know about his needs, his desires, to be able to trap him effectively?" Elizabeth wondered, some of her far melting away?despite all the lacking answers. The act of defiance, the ability to plan, that made her feel human again, somehow.?As if she?could be in control of her will once more. ? ? ? |
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?Viktor looked considering ?when Elizabeth spoke of remembering the hands of his creation, I do not believe it will come back for us, actually I don¡¯t think it wants to be near me. So, if the potion can help you to forget, then so much the better, the same for me. He had been about to protest that the hands held him too, when she voiced this same concern. So, you notice it to? ? That is exactly why we have almost no choice but to struggle together to rid ourselves of this monster, his voice was calm and loving as he spoke to her. How I would love to be able to tell you that I have mastered this entire thing, that I stand above it, that I am on top of the entire problem, but alas, I fear you are correct in your assessment. I made him not only intelligent, but tooo intelligent; I did not, at least not knowingly, ?bestow darkness upon him. What I am saying is that¡, I set out to create a man, not a monster. This man was supposed to be intelligent enough that he and I could share in various scientific endeavors and conversations together. But he acted as though he did not know??how to handle the very intelligence I gave him, and I¡, Well I suppose I resented him as well as feared him, because, well because he would not share this knowledge with me. In other words, he should have known the rudimentary aspects of life from the first, because I made him with such intelligence. Yet, for all that, he did not share any of life¡®s mysteries with me, this, along with my fear of his boundless energy and movement at the first, was why I did not readily excepted him in my life. ? ?You see, Victor continued, I did not make him as a baby, so that he would learn talking, walking and such, I created him a fully grown man, equipped with a fully working brain, intelligent enough so that, if he did not readily know it at first, he could have soon figured out what to do. Yet, he¡, Chose to act as a monster, a?wild beast, rather than a normal human man as I had purposed. ?I did not plan for this eventuality, I did not know what to do with him then, and regrettably, I still do not know what to do with him at present. But I do not think he will come back, he does not know I have revived you, and he does not want to be in my proximity, so I believe we are safe, at least from his physical presence. Now the greater challenge is to try to get his hold off of our minds. ? ?I do wonder though, if the same thing that started his heart beating, that drew his dark soul into him, would be the same thing that possibly, could end his miserable existence. He gave her questioning look, wanting her to now expressed an idea concerning the matter.???????? God loves you.
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Elizabeth understood Victor's hesitation. He seemed sincere this once. But it still wasn't helping, yet. It wasn't addressing her concerns. If only she knew how to phrase them. Perhaps the priest would guide her to articulating them. Until then, she would simply try her best.
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"To match the brutality of a wild beast, that makes sense. That voice in the place of darkness where I dwelled, it knew something. What is it you brought forth, Victor? Not mere brutality, intelligent brutality, alright. But it was more than that, a kind of dark brutality? An independent force of its own, an animate mind, an intelligence at once greater and different from our own? I don't even know what to call it precisely. The one thing seems clear.?The creature?has discovered darkness, similar to the one that held me, before I was revived.
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Either you bestowed that darkness on your creation to begin with,?or your behavior reminded him of it. But you made something very wrong, Victor. I wish either of us knew what it is or at least how to deal with it.?Yes, the voices murmur, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter. It started in the?dark place when I was alone, and continues now. They suggest awful things to me, Victor. Even when I am angry, they still seem obscene. Oh, what I wouldn't do to be rid of them.
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No, I never see his image. I can only imagine his hands. Holding me.?They make me feel helpless, like his toy. At his whim since he has no mercy. I see how delicate they should be. I envision them having inhuman strength as they slowly drain the existence out of me. I see those hands as never going away fully. Always threatening to return, always waiting. To show me what they already did, and more. I don't truly believe we can strive together, oh Victor. Those hands, they hold you too, you are in their power like it or not. I cannot get out of the clutches, but I see the clutches. And you do not.
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Potion, well, I am reluctant to say, but what if it makes things worse. Do you think it could? What if it prevents me from seeing what is happening, from remembering the hands of your creation, from hearing the voices approaching us. Your potion, it is safe then? I am so woefully divided, as you can plainly see," Elizabeth admitted sadly.? |
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?Victor looked truly frightened when Elizabeth spoke of not having a sold to help her, and of swimming and drowning within herself. ? ?So many things I do not know, he commented, ? ?I created him with more intelligence than to simply be barbaric, and kill people, so intelligent in many of???his ways of thinking, yet so brutal as to match the brutality of a wild beast, these were things I truly did not expect. ? ?As for my potions, I have made, and have been taking potions to augment my muscular strength,?though perhaps they have not worked as they should have because¡, He gave her a rather sheepish look, I have been so busy with work that I haven¡¯t been eating as properly as I should, I plan for that to change. ? ?He did not mention that most of this work had to do with bringing her back to life, not wanting to place any more blame on her than he had already done; for indeed he had not even wanted to place that particular blame, but in his own mind, it had been necessary to attempt to make her understand that, although he had not fought for her physically, he had in fact fought?for her, just in the lab.?
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?So the voices murmur at you? His own voice was kind as he repeated what he thought he had heard her say, does one of them sound like¡, Like his¡, Voice? Do you see his image? I think the best we can hope to do is to both take these potions, as well as to seek forgiveness for our mortal souls, other than that, I do not know at this point how to find him. He may have gone to another country by now, ? Perhaps to Germany, or even across the sea, two America, I have no way of tracking him. As for how it was in the beginning, it frightened me, he¡, Frightened me so much, because for all the intelligence I gave him, he still did not yet have the powers of speech, nor of ? Specific, coordinated movements. It was as if I had given him these things, yet they were not developed yet, there was so much life and so much energy, that he seemed¡, Wild to me, uncivilized, especially for one such as myself, who is accustomed to things in?measured quantities, in specific amounts, this is science as I know it, and he¡, Went against all of that. ? He was, to say the very least, an experiment gone wild, gone completely out of control. She would be able to see the fear in his eyes, as though he were reliving that moment in which he had created Frank, if she looked, truly with the heart of Elizabeth, she would see this in his eyes. She would see the paleness of his countenance, due to not eating properly, and not caring for his own health as he should have done.?
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?I understand, he told her, his tone sincere when she spoke of craving the normalcy of which she had spoken, I believe these potions will do this, for both of us, as well as help to drive the voices out of our minds, or at very least, simply to quell them. ?A frown touched his lips when she spoke of the voices promising that her suffering would decrease if she struck him, if you believe the voices are telling you the truth, then strike me here, on this cheek,?and I will also turn to you the other one, but I think you will find that your experiment, just as mine, will go awry, although?yours will likely not have as great of consequences as mine. The voices lie to you, Elizabeth, He?looked into her eyes, they lie to both of us. ? Like it or not, love, we are in this together, and he¡, Is our common enemy; so perhaps rather than striving against each other, we should strive together to overcome¡, Him, as best we can. ? ?You see, he continued, I knew that I was wrong when I did not fight for you, which is why I began making and taking potions to strengthen myself. There is?more than?one ?wait to fight; I do not intend to be a coward for a second, correction a¡, Third time, counting when I created Frank and ran, and when I did not fight for you, that is twice and that is more than enough of cowardice.
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