Frankenstein's Second Monster

by North of the North

After Dr. Frankenstein made his first monster, he made a second. This newest monster was hidden along with his son to be woken up when the threat from the first monster had passed. The only problem with his plan is that he was never able to wake them up. They stayed asleep for much longer than they should have and now they only have each other to take care of.

1. Chapter 1

Frankenstein's second monster slowly woke up deep beneath the ground when he heard the sound of something thudding against the dirt walls around him the noise echoeing somewhere in his sleeping mind. Soil was falling down around him, lightly sprinkling on to his face and all over his body. Light from outside of his earthy prison was starting to shine through in little pinpricks that already were too bright for his eyes that hadn't seen the day in a very long time. They seemed to stab in at him like needles that were getting bigger. The light hurt him.

'So,' he thought. 'After so long without anything happening to me I can still feel pain from the light, discomfort from how stiff my muscles have become, and hope at seeing the light even as it burns my eyes. How peculiar.'

Well, that was the one thing Dr. Frankenstein had made sure that he would have. He wanted me to have feelings and it seems I still have them. He wanted me just perfect for my destined purpose in life. What was it again? Dr. Frankenstein had wanted me to do something for him. I think that something was about a boy that was around his apparent body age; a very weak and diagnosed as sickly kind of boy. Dr. Frankenstein's boy, wasn't it? That was it. He had been made to look after Dr. Frankenstein's son. The one he had hidden from the world. The boy was always too weak and Dr. Frankenstein had been scared that his first monster would run rapid and target his son. So the boy had been hidden even better and so had his new protector, him, Dr. Frankenstein's second monster. The new and improved version of the first one; he was the better one that Dr. Frankenstein had made trying to make someone that wouldn't scare his son but, would still work as a protector. Something that wasn't gruesome and monstrous. He was almost like a golem with feelings of his own.

A shovel suddenly broke through the ground above him, stopping just before it hit his chest. It seemed like people were trying to exhume his buried coffin.

'Is it Dr. Frankenstein? Does that mean it is safe to come out now then? Am I supposed to come out now? Who is that?'

The shovel hit the ground covering his deteriated, rotten coffin again and the ceiling of Earth fell in on top of him, covering his chest fully in the heavy material. For the first time in what seemed like a very long time, he could see into the outside world. It seemed too bright for such a dark being like him and evidently its sunny residents agreed as there were now many screams coming from up above him.

"Oh my God! What is that thing?!"

"Dude, so gross, you just dug up a corpse."

"We have to call 911 right now. The police need to know about this."

"Who do you think tht was? Was it murder?"

None of those voices sounded like his makers voice. None of those people were Dr. Frankenstein.

'What should I do? I will need to deal with them somehow before I find Dr. Frankenstein's hidden son. I need to find small, delicate, little Mathew, right now. I need to complete my mission. These people mean nothing to me. I must get rid of them.'

He moved, brushing the dirt off and crawled out of the hole the people gathered around its edge had dug. There were screams, then there weren't. Ivan, Dr. Frankenstein's second monster walked away from his grave. He needed to find Mathew.