Back in the Body
Disclaimer: I own Mina because she is my very own brainchild, even though her name has been stolen from Bram Stoker and his wonderful Dracula. I do not, however, own Frank or anything else RHPS. So there.
Mina's head was beginning to reel uncomfortably. Hearing actual voices in her head with British accents and full histories was not something she ever expected to have to deal with.
"So, I don't suppose you have any plans of leaving me alone, do you?" She said. It seemed that talking to the voice was a good way to get information from it.
"Honestly, if I could, I would. I know where my old body is, but it's probably not habitable by now. If I could find another one, perhaps, a fresh one…"
Mina was lost. "Your old body? What are you talking about?"
Frank sighed. "You may have noticed that the only body I am currently in is yours, and we're sharing it. No offense meant, but I would much prefer having a body of my own. The one I used the live in, the one I was born in, died quite a long time ago, probably about twenty years by now."
"So you're suggesting I get you a new one?"
"That's the idea, love."
Mina shook her head. "I just don't believe this. I am not going to play Igor for some disembodied Frankenstein-"
"Furter." He corrected her.
"I'm making an analogy. Anyway, isn't there any other way for you to get out of me? I mean, you could be a ghost or something, I don't care I just want my mind back."
"Well, there is a slight chance…" Frank began.
"A slight chance of what? If this is an idea that doesn't involve me taking up a career in grave-digging, I'm all for it."
"I was just going to say that one of my old inventions, the last one I made, might be able to re-animate my old body. That is, of course, if it still works…"
"Sounds like a plan. Where is this invention?"
Frank was still talking to himself, "Then again, there will only be a limited supply of power, five, maybe six seconds of functionality…"
Mina became wary. This sounded like a good idea, in a world where British ghosts suddenly started talking to you in your head, but Frank seemed to be having doubts.
"What are you saying, that this won't work?"
"Oh, it probably will. My inventions hardly ever malfunction, but we'll only have a short time to do the thing properly. You'll have to retrieve my body first."
"Sounds great…" Mina mumbled.
"What is this room?" Mina said in awe. Frank had directed her to an impressive looking theatre-like room. Cobwebs had conquered this room just as thoroughly as the others, but Mina could see that under the filth the theatre was quite nice.
"This… this is where it all ended…" Frank said cryptically. His voice was soft and seemingly awe filled as well, but with an edge of resentment. "Up there," he said, "On the stage, that's where I am."
Mina strode down the aisle towards the stage, scared but uncontrollably curious to see what Frank actually looked like. When she reached the edge of the platform, she stopped. Then she stared. She blinked. She stared some more.
"Why didn't someone tell me my thighs were so big?" Frank mused quietly to himself.
"That's you?" Mina said, disbelievingly. "In the corset?"
"Do you like it? I thought it looked a little cliché…"
"You have got to be kidding me…" Mina muttered to herself. Dead, British, voice-in-her-head, and now transsexual. Mina hoped with all her might that she was dreaming.
"Come on now, you've got to get my body up to the lab. Don't worry, there's an elevator, and I'm quite light."
"Well, that solves all my problems, doesn't it?" said Mina sarcastically. "If this is me dreaming, I really need to see a shrink."
Ah. Chapter two. Such a fun milestone. What a liar I am. Glad it's over, though. I'm really, really bad at keeping stories going. I mean, this is my first story. Ever. What other stories? I am a wonderfully faithful writer. Go away. (Don't really, I love my readers. Please review!)