Chapter 1: Prologue
… Shit.
You ever have those moments where you just want everything to be what you like it to be? Like everything is going along as smoothly and at the pace you can go with? You got your cash, a nice home, maybe even a nice date you have planned. Homework doesn't even stress you out 'cause it's so damn easy. No demons or supernatural events and abilities. No people close to you on the brink of death, insanity, or even both. Well y'know what? I fucking envy you.
My name is Franklyn Steinberg, though people call me Frankenstein. Y'know, like that story of the crazy doctor that Shelley chick published in the 1800s. Only way I know that is that guys at school always say that women have no place in science fiction or anything remotely relevant to their interests. Me and a couple other sensible people proved them wrong. Those same sensible people became my friends. Anyways, people call me Frankenstein because they all think I'm into all that morbid, blood-and-guts, "I rob graves for body parts" garbage. It's not… all true. Whenever I hear that "I get really into blood and guts" I think "I literally get into blood and guts," because you see… well, I kill demons.
That is to say I used to kill demons. I was raised by my older sis after our parents died of "mysterious circumstances" (though every so often I'd hear her say 'Damn you, Klu...'). We got so fed up with that life that we faked our deaths and moved to Northwilde, Florida. Pretty decent place, Northwilde. It's a small town, quaint little neighborhoods, and the people are actually nice. The kids at Northwilde High are obviously a different and less tolerable topic. Do you have any ungodly idea what it's like to have a third of your classes make sex jokes every chance they get? But I digress.
Or I might not actually be, 'cause Northwilde High's actually where my story starts. So buckle up, you ungrateful bastards, 'cause I'm gonna tell you how I, Franklyn Cecil Steinberg, saved your asses from the demon world.
It all started with a party...