Back on the hill overlooking the graveyard Watson and I watched the mausoleum closely. It didn't take long, but our target came into view. Victor Frankenstein stepped through the rusted gate. We waited a little while before Victor got halfway to the mausoleum door. On the other hill across from us the Inspector watched as well. I gave him the signal to come down from the hill, keeping himself out of Victor's view. Watson and I did the same.

Once we were near the mausoleum door Victor had stepped inside leaving the door open behind him. I ordered Watson to stay behind as I snuck in through the door. I saw Victor inside. He turned towards the entrance, but I swiftly hid behind a row of caskets. Victor's trembling hand reached out for the wall, touching one of the many damp stones. The stone pushed further into the wall which had slowly opened to reveal a staircase leading deeper down into a cave.

After following Victor for what felt like a half hour I saw him stop at a wooden door. Once he opened it and stepped inside I slowly slid my way towards the door, quiet as mouse. I opened it slightly and saw all sorts of strange contraptions. I could hear Victor's stomping down onto stone after stone as if he walking on a staircase. I could hear the sound of breathing coming from inside, but I could not see who the breath belonged to. And then I heard the familiar, unnerving, raspy, gravelly deep voice that had spoken to me before.

"Victor." it moaned "You've decided to come."

Then I heard Victor speak.

"Where is she?!?" he yelled "You took her! Now tell me where she is!"

"I will tell you once we are through."

"I will help you bring another... THING into this world!"

"If you help me Victor, I will show where she is."

There was a bit of a pause between the conversation and then Victor spoke again.

"Very well." sighed Victor "Let's just get this over with."

As the conversation went on I saw, at the very top of the room a dome shaped glass ball, bigger than any ball I've ever seen in my life. I heard the sound of a switch flipping. The ball now had sparks of electricity inside it. After a few moments those sparks emitted from the glass, hitting something underneath, what I assume is the creature's creation. Soon the electricity stopped. The switch flipped again and now I heard the sound of a muffled groan.

"Look at it!" shouted the creature in excitement "Look at it! Awaken my child! Awaken!"

"Now that I helped you I want you to let her." said Victor.

"I never told you I'd let her go." laughed the creature "I only told you I'd show you where she is."

"You bastard!" shouted Victor "I should have never created you! You're a monstrosity! A vile leper that walks the earth! You disgust me, you sickening, treacherous..."

"SILENCE!!!"

The creature's voice echoed, like the loud roar of lion in a cave.

"You were never proud of me. You only wanted fame and recognition for doing something no other person on earth could do! I however am not like you. I am of my child just for opening his eyes. I am proud. And I love him far more than you have ever loved me. And the first thing I'll do is give him... a mother."

I then heard the sound of a gun clicking. I burst through the door as quick as I could.

"Victor don't!" I shouted, before the second beast lunged towards him, knocking the gun from his hand and picking him up by the neck.

I hurried down the stairs as fast as I could and picked up the gun, as the first creature watched on, with a frightening grin upon his face.

"Kill him, kill him." whispered the creature rather loudly "Choke the life from him."

I aimed the gun in my hand at the beast's head, just where it's brain should be. I took the shot, hitting it in the back right part of it's head. But unfortunately for me it wasn't enough to bring it down. No. The beast lowered Victor to the ground and slowly turned it's wide frame towards me. It's eyes were red with rage. Drool dripped from both sides of it's sewn up lips. Blood flowed down onto it's caved in eyes and it's crooked jaw. It let out bloodcurdling roar, flinging me into the wall behind me. I felt it's rough, rotting hands grip my throat, lifting me up off the ground. I could feel my airways being blocked. The room grew dimmer and dimmer. I felt as if my very soul was leaving my body. That is until... BANG!!! Blood splattered my vision as I fell to the ground, almost lifeless.

"Holmes, are you alright?" said a distorted but familiar voice.

I looked over my left and to my surprise both Watson and Krogh had come to my rescue.

"Thank you..." I wheezed, trying to catch what little air I could back into my body.

I looked around for the beast that almost took my life and there it lay right in front of me, it's brain, or what was left of it oozing from it's skull. The Inspector came down the stairs, a blunderbuss in his hand.

"You're lucky we came when we did." said the Inspector "So where is the other one?"

I scoured the room for the creature, it was nowhere to be seen. Victor had gone as well. But before I could assume the worst Victor stepped out of hidden door in the back of the room with Elizabeth on his right arm.

"We should go home." said Watson, in which I humbly agreed.

But as we all turned for the exit the creature had suddenly appeared again, standing above the stairway, blocking our way out.

"I am afraid neither of you will be leaving." the monster growled, locking the door.

"Let us out you bastard!" yelled Victor.

"All I wanted was for you to be proud of me. To be treated as a human being."

"If that's what's you wanted then why did you murder all of those innocent people?!?" yelled Victor again.

The monster looked down at Victor and hopped over the rail, landing perfectly on the floor.

"You can't leave the past behind? Can you?" whispered the monster "I killed, not because I liked it, but I didn't know what was right or what was wrong. Because you Victor, you didn't show me any sort of concern for me! You just left me with your hunchbacked servant for to be teased and prodded by fire!"

A hush fell upon the moderately large laboratory. The creature turned from his creator and kneeled down to pick up the pieces of his dead son.

"I'm sorry..." spoke Victor, breaking the eerie silence "I'm sorry... I didn't love you as I should have... I was wrong, I should have helped you, taught you.., I should have been a better father to you. But that doesn't excuse the murders. You still must be punished... as do I for my neglect."

"Victor, Victor, Victor." chimed in the creature, standing up from it's stance "I'm afraid it is too late. Now that I have you all here... I am happy to reveal to you my greatest creation."

"I thought the monster was your greatest creation." I mentioned, gaining the creature's attention.

"That was only part of it."

From the creature's long tattered coat he pulled out from one of the pockets a needle with a bright green liquid.

"This, the very thing that gave me the ability to speak. Remember Victor?"

I looked over at Victor, wondering if he had answers. Victor stood there, staring at the needle, his wide. I looked at the monster again. He jammed the needle into his rotted skin. Once the liquid had gone the monster slowly turned towards Victor with a menacing smirk. In the blink of an the beast disappeared from where it stood and planted itself in front of Victor, staring down at him as Elizabeth clutched her husband's right arm. The monster lifted it's limb and brought it down, knocking both Victor and Elizabeth to the side as far as he possibly could. I turned to the Inspector. He had been getting his blunderbuss ready to fire. Without even turning the monster disappeared once again and reappeared in front of the Inspector. The monster lifted the Inspector up by his fake arm and ripped it off as he did with the real one. The Inspector fell to floor, wincing in pain as I noticed the gun Victor was holding laying just behind the bed to my right, but before I could reach down and pick it up I came face to face with the monster. He too wrapped his large hands around my throat.

"Remember this?" asked the creature "This is almost killed you."

I grabbed hold of his hands and began pulling them away from my neck. His grip loosened a little, but he began to squeeze even harder. I kept pulling, fighting as he began seething with maniacal joy.

"I told you Holmes! Death WILL befall you! Look at it! Look at into the face of death!"

My vision got blurred. The monster's face took shape of the Grim Reaper. I was about to die. This was the end. My journey would be had at this very moment. But where would go after? Heaven? Hell? Had I known I would have been more at ease. I felt the tightness around my neck loosen. The smell of smoke hit my nose. Hell? Was this where I was? No. No. I looked up and saw the monster running around the laboratory. On his coat was a fire. At my feet a match, and Watson who seemed to have fallen on his rump.

"I'm glad you decided to stop smoking." I joked as I picked up the already lit match.

The monster wailed and screamed in pain as the fire left the coat and began eating the beast's body. Like a madman he flung into one object after another. After a few moments of flailing about he bashed himself into the electrical circuits. I looked over Victor. Victor nodded knowing good and well what I had in mind. I ran passed the table, grabbing the electrical wires, sticking them in the mouth of the beast as the dissolved. Victor flipped the switch and we all stood as far away as possible, watching the monster violently shaking, with sparks emitting from inside.

"Alright." I said to Victor, signaling for him to flip the switch back.

The monster fell to the ground, black and crisp. Fumes entered the atmosphere as all of let out a sigh of relief and headed for the stairs.

"I'm glad this is all over." said Watson, taking the lead up the stairs, after helping the Inspector off the ground.

As soon as I stepped onto the first step I felt a hand push against my side and my name being shouted from behind me. I looked back and saw Victor laying on with a bullet wound on the left side of his chest. I looked near the table and there stood the burned up monster. Victor's gun in his right hand. I then heard familiar deafening BANG. The monster's head flew back off of it's neck in pieces and it's body fell upon the table, finally dead. I looked up the stairs and saw the Inspector lowering the blunderbuss. As I sat there watching the monster bleed out from it's headless neck I couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Like many of us it lost it's way. Fighting for the love and the attention of another. It was as if it were a child. But alas it made it's choices, though contradictory, it made them and it had to be stopped. And thankfully it finally was.