AN: It's been a while hasn't it?~ This fanfiction is loosely based off of the novel 'Frankenstein' and was written by my partner in crime here on fanfiction, T_Tforhappy. She wrote the first chapter and I'll most likely be writing the second. This is her debut to fanfiction and I'm verry excited to be having her and co-writing and editing. This should be fun! ~
He was beautiful, the creature I had created.
With hair as black as absidian and silken skin whiter than snow. His face was sculpted so perfectly that I felt proud of my skill in stitching. He hadn't awoken yet, but I knew he was alive from observing the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
I, Victor Frankenstein, had created this, this living creature, so beautiful and innocent in its birth.
I was startled from my examination when the very object of my attention began to move. His eyes squinted momentarily before slowly starting to open, sun like orbs peeking from beneath his lashes. I gasped, the dim lighting of my lab reflecting off the creatures eyes, making them seem to glow a bright yellow.
The color of the eyes should have been expected but i was still mystified by the effect they had on my creation. They made him seem all the more otherworldly, and it made me wonder, 'Have I truly made such a beautiful being?'.
During the time I was occupied in my own mind, the creature finished his examination of the room and was now sitting up. He had noticed me and watched me with a blank gaze.
Soon, he reached out his arm to me, and I saw it as a child reaching out it's arms for the acceptance of their parent, so I moved forward and reached for his broad powerful hand so that I may grasp it and say to him 'I accept you, you are not able. I am here!' But when I got closer, he reached last my hands and instead towards my face, his fingers grazed over my cheek before curling and the back of my neck, I froze, wondering what he was attempting to do. His face showed no emotion, those yellow eyes that belonged to this beautiful creature who I had given my all for the purpose of bestowing life, showed... nothing. No emotion or curiosity, not even wrath or understanding of what I am to it. Just nothing.
It became hard to breathe, and in my reverie, I didn't realize what was happening. My creation, the thing I had to give up my health to create, was trying to kill me.
I started to struggle and fight against the very arm I had painstakingly stitched together, bit by bit, and it only got harder and harder to breathe. I heard the crash of all of my tools, along with the small table they were set upon, the sound only adding to the tragedy of the situation, my legs attempting to kick out and away from the creature.
Nothing work, he was too strong and I couldn't breathe, the strength and ability to fight quickly leaving me an empty, lifeless body.
As I stared into the emotionless eyes of the beautiful create I had made, I realized that I had made a monster. 'What have I done...?'