I sat again on the edge of the water next to the rocks. The moon shone down across the water; highlighting the inconsistencies in its path. Then something caught my eye. It did not look like a part of the natural world but a creation of mankind. As I watched this object bob up and down to the rhythm of the water, I tried to come to a conclusion of what it was. It finally drew within my reach, and as I leaned down to grab it from where it had caught on the shore I came to the realization of what this thing was: it was a piece of the female monster Frankenstein was supposed to be creating. I was instantly filled with rage and felt a wave of heat rush though my veins slowly and painfully. I knew it was no longer an option to stay silent. I squeezed the arm to release my anger in silence and the mechanics of the body part were crushed to pieces. I let the pieces scatter from my grasp as I marched towards the hut. When I finally reached some fifty yards from the house, I was steadfast and immovable as I looked into the window at Frankenstein, contemplating and gathering the words I would say to him. Unexpectedly he made eye contact with me and I say his head hang in regret. I knew what feeling he was portraying and I quickly moved down the hill. I didn't even bother to knock; I just made my way into the hut.

Frankenstein's head still hung low. I snarled then spoke in a repressed voice. "You have destroyed the work which you began; what is it that you intend? Do you dare to break your promise? I have endured toil and misery: I left Switzerland with you; I crept along the shores of the Rhine, among its willow islands, and over the summits of its hills. I have dwelt many months in the heaths of England, and among the deserts of Scotland. I have endured incalculable fatigue, and cold, and hunger; do you dare to destroy my hopes?"

Frankenstein finally looked in my direction. "Begone! I do break my promise; never will I create another like yourself, equal in deformity and wickedness."

I did not raise my voice again, but rather hissed through my teeth. Frankenstein had at that moment decided the future for himself and his friends. "Slave, I before reasoned with you, but you have proved yourself unworthy of my condescension. Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you." I paused to give him a last chance to change his mind. He did not respond, so I continued. "You are my creator, but I am your master;-obey!"

"The hour of my irresolution is past, and the period of your power is arrived. Your threats cannot move me to do an act of wickedness; but they confirm me in a determination of not creating you a companion in vice. Shall I, in cool blood, set loose upon the earth a daemon whose delight is in death and wretchedness? Begone! I am firm, and your words will only exasperate my rage."

I was not upset at the words he had spoken earlier, but his last sentence infuriated me. He had no right to have rage. He was determined, and I gnashed my teeth to reveal my dissatisfaction with him. "Man! You may hate; but beware! Your hours will pass in dread and misery, and soon the bolt will fall which must ravish from you your happiness forever." I spoke concerning my hate for my life and then continued. "I may die; but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. I will watch with the wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict."

"Devil, cease; and do not poison the air with these sounds of malice. I have declared my resolution to you, and I am no coward to bend beneath words. Leave me; I am inexorable."

I laughed at the fact that I knew his outcome and he did not. "It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night."

I stormed out the entry to the hut. I was full of fury as I drug my boat up the hill. He had promised me! He had said he would create a bride for me and he had broken his promise. I was dependent upon the creation of a female. I thought it would help me find the answer to who I was. As I climbed into my boat and began the next chapter in my story, I realized the answer had been in front of me all along: I was meant to be the villain in my story. I thought I had a greater purpose on this Earth, but I was wrong. I found that I was tired of all the limits and rules mankind expects one to abide by when they themselves don't abide by these regulations. The Earth is made up of hypocrites, and by becoming the villain at least I play by the rules that I make. If people wouldn't accept me for whom I was, then I would put them in their place. I had to be the villain of the story; there was no other sensible choice.