*Note: Sorry it took so long but while you're doing a Frankenstein group project, Frankenstein individual essay, Frankenstein creative project, Frankenstein bib cards, Frankenstein test, you get the point, you get tired of Frankenstein REAL fast.
"I'm back," the creature said, walking into the clearing, dropping a dead bear making Christie scream and back up. "What's wrong?" he asked confused.
"I-Is it dead?" she stuttered, stepping just close enough to poke it.
"Well of course. I wouldn't bring a live bear," he said, Christie smiling.
"This is perfect," she said happily, examining the bear.
"How, we can't finish that much meat," creature said, sitting down.
"I know but it's so cold and it's only going to get colder and we go farther north. I can skin the bear and dry it to make a fur coat. You seem to be well adjusted to the cold, but I'm not, that's why I snuggled so close last night," Christie said, fidgeting.
"Oh," was all creature said, mentally hitting himself for thinking she had slept so close to him because she liked him.
He watched her as she pulled out a knife and carefully skinned the bear and sliced up the meat, removing the fat before roasting it for them. While the meat cooked she laid the fur out in a sunny spot to dry it, and wrapped the rest of the meat before burying it to keep it good for just a bit longer.
"You really know your way around these sorts of things," creature said, surprised at her own surviving skills.
"Well my family didn't always have a small hut. We use to live outside in the wilderness. I was born into it, so I learned quickly," she said quietly, using a stick to turn the meat which she had put on a rock she placed in the middle of the fire.
"Maybe we can find a nice home somewhere, a real home?" he asked, Christie looking at him.
"Maybe," she whispered and looked away for a moment before going back to tending the fire and making sure the meat was cooked.
They ate in silence that night, Christie not looking at creature much, but when night fell she curled up right next to him, and said nothing when creature wrapped his arms around her. Within a couple days they were moving on. Christie glancing back at a tree as they passed it. She could swear she saw something carved into it but creature got her to move on.
Christie was shivering even while wrapped in the fur by the time they stopped somewhere again. Creature watched her as she shivered, while she watched the moon move across the sky. He moved closer to her and put his arm around her, she leaned against him happy for the warmth he gave off and soon fell asleep. After a moment he laid her down and went over to a tree, carving a message to urge his creator on and then went to sleep beside Christie.
The next morning when they awoke they ate quietly, and then got up to move more. They had just started walking when something caught Christie's eye, something carved in a tree. She looked back.
"Come on Christie, lets go," creature said.
"Wait a moment," she said, and started to head to the tree, but he grabbed her arm.
"No come on," he almost shouted.
"Stop!" she yelled then ran to the tree, reading out loud, very quickly before creature could stop her again. "Prepare! Your toils only begin; wrap yourself in furs and provide food, for we shall soon enter upon a journey where your sufferings will satisfy my everlasting hatred," she said, nearly shouting at the end before looking at him. "You're still chasing after your creator, after you promised not to!" she yelled, glaring at him.
"No I'm not, he's chasing me," creature rebutled.
"Rampel you knew what I meant when I made you promise to forget about him, that's why were going north? So you can make him suffer? I've followed you because I though you were happy farther North, farther from other humans. I put myself threw pain and extreme cold for you, but if this is why we're going, no, I'm not going any further," she said, backing away from him.
"Christie come on, I need you to understand," creature said, placing a hand on her arm as she slapped it away.
"Don't touch me you . . . you, MONSTER!" Christie yelled out then ran away. Creature froze up; she had called him a monster. Did she really think he was a monster, like everyone else? After a moment he realized she may have just been mad and ran off to find her.
He looked everywhere and crept just close enough to the village to see her. She looked at him and moved on. He waited for days for her to leave the town so he could talk to her, or maybe even kidnap her and force her to understand, but once he saw his creator enter the village he realized he had to move on and left, leaving Christie behind.
He didn't want to, he loved her, and he thought that she loved him too, but it was obvious she made a new choice. In her mind he was always going to be a monster. He had lost one of his reasons to go on, now he would devote all his time to making his creator suffer, until one of them died.
*Not over yet, one more chapter left, and isn't rebutled a word because spell check is saying it isn't.