Summary: There were only a few things Frankenstein kept with him as he and Muzaka travelled the world.

Muzaka never left verse.

Written for givethispromptatry's prompt, 'Burn'.


Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets

By Dark Ice Dragon

Snippet 18


There were only a few things Frankenstein kept with him as he and Muzaka travelled the world. It was better to travel light - they could move faster that way and neither he nor Muzaka leaned in the direction of materialism. They could make new clothes or tools, or buy them, if they really needed something specialised and quickly.

Frankenstein's journals were always something he kept to hand, jotting a new idea or drawing a new plant he hadn't encountered yet.

But of course...

Frankenstein sighed, gazing at the pile of journals he'd created in the sink, the smell of oil strong in the air. Because they had nothing else they kept with them, it was his journals and his research that was so sought after.

"You want me ta do it?" Muzaka asked, ear turned towards the door. There wasn't anyone approaching. Yet. But there would be soon. Muzaka had seen the agents growing in number around the building and they were running out of time.

"No," Frankenstein said, steeling his shoulders as he flicked his lighter. While he kept his journals close, researching what he could to protect humanity, he also kept a lighter on him, to make sure his journals could be quickly destroyed.

Frankenstein set one corner of his journal alight, the smell of burning paper and ink in the air instantly. He did it to the others, making sure the fire was spreading, the crackle of the flames growing.

He'd done this before. Bathed in the heat of his research as it turned to ash.

He could rewrite it. It was all there in his memory. Like he'd done before.

He couldn't let his research fall into the wrong hands. Not again.