Chapter 1: Struggle for Survival

I wish this was just a nightmare, but no matter how many times I pinch myself, I never wake up. My eyes stained with blood can no longer see properly and I don't think my broken legs can move any longer, but I have to survive. Survive and escape from this demons in the form of humans, so that I can tell the horrors of my village to the world. Tell them that the thing which bounds us humans together,"humanity" no longer exists in this world. I want the world to know my story, the story of a man named Stepher Hactill... and the man responsible for all this "F". I don't know who he is or even if he exists, but I am sure the book which my hand holds definately contain some clues about him. But I have to escape from my pursuers, I have reached the limit and so does my path. There is nowhere to escape on this snowy mountains and all I see in front of myself is an endless cliff. My pursuers are bound to catch me sooner or later, and in my current condition I cant...No,even if I was in my best condition, I dont think I would ever stand a chance.

I have to think properly. I have to plan something otherwise I will die but what can I do? My body no longer obeys my will and at a time like this, I am having the flashbacks of the horror suffered by my people. Their bodies engulfed in fire are asking me for help. The image of whole village on fire is still rotating in my mind...STOP THIS! It is not my fault they died...I am not ? Why are tears coming from my eyes at such a cruicial time. I can cry my whole life If I can escape from here, but my eyes stained with blood now continues to flow with tears. I have fallen to ground and I no longer know what to do.

"Hey!I found that b****** translator!" a heavy voice came from my back. Three men joined the man who found me. I am caught now and I can no longer escape.

"First check if he have that book. If that book is lost or damaged we all will be rosted in fire like those villagers!" said a man in black covered with fur to prevent himself from snow and cold.

Snow?Cold? Now that I think about it my coat have totally tored apart. Its no wonder that my senses have begain to fall and not to mention the damage which my body received during my escape.

"What are you waiting for? Check if he have the book or not."

"O-Okay.I got that. There is no need to scream in my ears."

"Yeah,He is right. He have nowhere to escape now. So lets take it easy".

Easy?How can they say such words? They themselves saw the death of my villagers...No! They participated in the murder of my village...And now they are talking it easily. How can someone so easily murder someone and dont feel guilt? Is this even possible?

Wait! I have to stop thinking about this nonsense human philosophy. My death is near and I don't have enough time to waste on such foolish things. Think! Maybe I can survive? My body can last only ten to fifteen minutes...but I wont give up till the end. If I die atleast I want this four to die with me.

"We had enough rest. Check him for the book"

"Got that."

"Wait!" I shouted. "If you dared to move one step forward, I will throw this book in the cliff!"

"What? Acting tough till the end,huh?"

"You can say whatev-"*cough*"Aah..you want."

Seems like my body has reached its limit sooner than I thought. I have to hurry. Thankfully they didn't surrounded me. All four of them are in front on me and the only thing behind me is the cliff and a tree.

"Try it if you want. We won't let you live if you even dared to pretend that."

"I am dead anyways. If I remember correctly,you four will die if you fail to retrive this book."

"Son of..."

"Cu-Curse me as much as you want."

"You won't stay consciousness for much longer. We will win in the end."

"Really? Well I dont want to waste my energy." During this talk I managed to increase my distance a little more. Even if it's only a little but now I can be sure that they can't catch me off guard.

"Give me water." I placed the book on floor. My hands were literally covered with blood but I no longer feeled any pain... maybe because my senses can no longer sense anything due to the blood I lost and also because of this extreme cold.

"Give me water, or do you want me to throw this book away?" I took the book in my hand.

"Fine."

"Throw it on the ground ahead of me. If you dare to attack me or do anything I will throw away this book."

One of them took the bag containing water and throwed it away to me. I drank the water as there was no tomorrow and splashed some of the water on my blood stained eyes and mouth.

"Give me another bottle of water."

"What? We only have one le-"

"Shut up! If you argue with me,I will throw this book away."

"Give him the bottle. We can survive without water but not without that book!" They throwed away their last reserve of water towards me. Even though I suffered such disasters after seeing this four's face I cant stop myself from feeling amused.

"Give me that coat and don't make me repeat myself this time or otherwise I will tear pages from this book and throw them away. You should know that you will never be able to find those papers in this weather."

"This bastard. Give him the coat."

"No. I want the coat you are wearing. Yours look costly and well made,and not to mention our physic is nearly same."

"Kuku" laughed one of his companions.

I bet he had never been insulted this much in his whole life.

"Also give me the shoes you are wearing. Mine are broken from all those running." I don't know why I asked him for shoes. To be honest they weren't broken and not to mention they won't be any usefull as my legs are as good as dead from all those runnings.

"You will p-"

"Shut you forgot what I said?" I opened the book and placed my hands in the middle to tear pages.

"Sorry. Please forgive me." He removed the coat and shoes, and then throwed them towards me.

Actually,I was just pretending that I will tear them,and its not like I don't want to...It's just that its completly impossible to tear any pages from this book. During my escape,the book once fell in the fire but it was unharmed. I even tried to tear one of the pages after seeing this and surprisingly I wasnt able to. The pages seemed ordinary and they feel the same way as that of any normal book page. This incident further increased my curiosity towards the person named "F". I will tell my story later,first let me escape from here.

I changed my clothes,ofcourse while noticing my surrounding. Surprisingly none of those four tried to attack me. I used some of the water to wash my wounds and I sealed the remaining. Now I was feeling calm and not as dizzy as before. I was able to manage my consciousness to a certain degree.

"Do you have any food? It's been two days since I ate anything. And I am sure you brought some with you when you started to chase me.I can't believe how well prepared you came."

"We only have this one piece of meat."

"Give me."

"But even we didnt ate it. We reserved it for the end-"

"Do you want food or this book?"

Finally,after two days of struggle I got to eat something. I I hate eating non-vegetarian food due to my beliefs, but at this moment I dont give a damn. Now that I think about it I even forgot about God in the last two days.

I was finally feeling energetic enough to continue my escape...Whats these? My memories..Not am I feeling sad again? In the last fifteen minutes I forgot every ordeal I suffered but now I am once again remembering my past~~

I used to work in a far away town with my father. My father was a gardener in the mansion of a rich merchant and I was appointed to take care of the inner rooms since I was around thirteen. I learned the foreign language speaken there thanks to the study environment offered to me by the house owner. I mastered the language spoken there and was able to become a translator at the early age of twenty,in the year 1568 . The money offered to me for translations was many times larger than what my father and me earned combined.

Thanks to my job as a translator,I was able to convience my father to retire and settle peacefully in the village as my mother was still there. In around two years,I was able to earn a large ransom of money. I remember my mother saying to me that words hurt more than the real life wounds. After becoming a translator,I finally understood what she meant. In this world where people can be offended on small talks,wars can start with some minor foul in language...I understood the power language holds. Ofcourse I did tasks which I dont even want to think about but certainly they werent big enough to be ashamed of. I used to receive money from third parties for breaking deals of the original parties.

For example- Even if the deal was favourable to both parties,I would add some foul conditions in the deal from both the sides and in this way the third party will take the advantage of this situation. They will offer the same deal to the first party [at some increased price(From second party point of view) but the first party will believe the deal is more profitable than the previous one as it is cheap].Techinically speaking translators earned a large amount if they used their brain properly.

What happened to me, after my two years as a translator is something I don't ever want to recall. I do remember folktails which says people receive punishment based on their sins, but I don't remember commimiting a single sin for which I have to suffer hell. The world is certainly unfair,right?

(To be Continued...)

From chapter four, the real story will start containing everything about Frankenstein's past (till he met Rai)^^ Of course, the next two chapters are important as well^_^