Frankenstien: The New Horror

[geri]

Nancy

i loked at her form as the light from outside silhouetted her. Dark, but surrounded by the light, she was indeed an angel, and it seemed she may very well have been my guardian angel, sent to save me from my own recklessness.
I would have departed, weak and not ready for the journey to...wherever HE was, or IT was as seemed more appropriate. SHe was saving me from that fate, one that, at her mention, seemed insane, while a moment before her words implied it, it had seemed so reasonable.
Elizabeth, I think for a moment. Is this your incarnate? Could it possibly be?
I shake the idea from my mind.
"I would be grateful, but I want to be as little bother as I can," I reply.

I turned to look at him with a small smile. I do not know why I am pulled toward this man I only know there is something about him that makes me wish to protect and care for him.

"It will be no bother," I say and then, "In two hours the doctors on the ward change. I think it would be best not to have too many questions asked of us and that time will be perfect for us to leave mostly unnoticed. I will go and let them know I will be leaving soon. I will simply not mention that anyone will be with me."

Throwing him one more smile I leave the room, shutting the door and heading towards where my fellow nurses are bustling about taking care of their duties. By the time the second hour comes around I have let everyone know that the extended hours I have put in has led me to a state of exahustion and the head nurse has given me permission to take some time off. I am grateful as I know they cannot afford it but something tells me that the answer to the problems we face lay with the man in the bed instead of with the care we are extending to those in the hospital.

Changing quickly from my uniform to a dark blue dress and cloak I slip back into the room and head for the bed. Placing some clothes donated from some charity and hoping I judged his size right, I say,"Hurry and dress. We will only have a small window of opportunity."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

I tried on the clothes she'd left. A little big, loose, but they were a kind gesture that I would appreciate. I dressed quickly, then went to the door and followed her, doing exactly as she said, trying to act like a normal person, perhaps someone visiting instead of a patient. I wondered if my more obvious injuries would make me suspect to passersby.

OOC: not at all PM, but whose journal is it? let's try not to make the zombies any where near as strong as Frankenstien's monster.

 

[geri]

Nancy

We moved down the corridors the hustle from the changing shifts as well as the rush to find those willing to stay the extra hours over their own time due to shortages making it easy for us leave without too many questioning looks. Victor's injuries marked him as a patient but right now we were only taking in the worst of the injured and treating and letting those go who were able to stand and walk away. Everyone simply assumed that Victor fell into this category.

Making it outside I hailed a handsome cab and assisted Dr Frankenstien into the plush seats. The cab would be a bit expensive but I knew that he could not make the walk that I usually made home every evening.

I gave the driver my address and sat back watching the man across from me to make sure everything remained will with him. It was a long walk but a short drive to my home and we were soon stepping from the cab and at the building that held my flat.

Climbing the stairs was a painful and slow process for Victor and when we were finally inside he looked gratedful to be at the end of the journey.

"The bedroom is through those doors," I said pointing and then removing my cloak, "Lay down and I will bring you in something to eat."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

After the drive and climbing the stairs, I was glad I hadn't followed my first instincts and gone off to find the monster. I'd have passed out in the street less than a block away, I was certain.
When she pointed me to the bedroom, I wanted to suggest I would sleep on the floor, but my body insisted I enter and lay down. WHen I got to the bed, I fought not to just drop, not wanting to be disrespectful, but managed to only slightly slow my descent. I lay back, waiting for her to enter to thank her again, but sleep overtook me almost immediately.

 

[geri]

Nancy

The tray I had brought in was laid upon the night stand and I began to undress him with only the slightest of hesitation. It was true that I was a nurse and male body parts were not unknown to me but that was in the hospital where it was expected of me to deal with it. This was my own bedroom with a strange man who claimed to be the creator of the troubles that plagued humankind at this moment.

I managed to get him out of his clothing without too much problems and he did not waken at all. His body was trying to sleep and get well and that was most important. He could eat when he woke up. Folding the clothing and placing it on a hardbacked chair in the room I then covered him with a warm quilt and removed the tray to the kitchen. Once the dishes were done I entered the bedroom again and made sure he was asleep before changing into a soft cotton night gown and robe. Settling into a plush chair on the other side of the room I drew a cover over myself and curled up nodding off almost at once.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: I was going to have it be one of the people who tried to emulate Victor's experiment. Since you brought up the point about the zombies, then I will make it a copy of Victor's journal, this is good because it gives my character an oppurtunity to learn about Victor.

As Gavin ran from the hospital, he saw a cabbie pull away. "Odd time of night for a drive, he thought." Gavin didn't think any more about it, he wanted to try and sell the items he had stolen. Gavin knew of a pawn shop, not too far from here, he would try to sell the items there.

Hours later, Gavin walked out of the pawn shop with a couple shillings and the journal he had stolen. Though he couldn't unload the journal, he was happy that he had enough cash to sleep in an inn tonight. Perhaps he could use the paper from the journal to lite a fire next time he had to stay outside.

A few more hours later, Gavin slumped on the bed in his hotel room. He could only afford the room for one night, he would use the rest of the money for food or emergencies. Despite his exhaustion, he couldn't sleep. To put his mind at ease he decided he would read a little from the journal.

He opened the book to a picture of the mind with extensive notes and diagrams, some he couldn't comprehend. Then he had a thought, "This doctor seems to know an awful lot about the mind, perhaps he may cure me of my disease." Gavin flipped through the book, searching for a name, but only found two initials: VF. He scribbled the intials down on a piece of paper and plunged the paper into is pocket, for safe keeping. He looked outside and realized it was almost dawn, he had been reading all night. He reclined in the bed and began to drift to sleep, tommorow he would begin his search for VF.

 

[boatwarrior]

OOC: There's still the recently deceased Captain's body in the morgue.

IC: After leaving the hospital, my mind is full and confused. The man who saved my life is dead and I couldn't save his. I head back to LeClaire's manor, not having anywheres else to go. When I get there, I tell his housekeeper of his demise.
"Well Misour, there is no need for me to stay here then. The Captain had no family, so if you want the house keep it, but I cannot stay." So, I say my fairwells to the keeper, and start to look around. "Kind of nice in here, I guess"
I feel strange with what has been thrown before me, my friend dead and me taking over his estate. Well maybe I will try to make a home here. After an hour or two of searching, I get familiar with the house, which is not bad. The added bonus being the addition of an armory in the basement, never know when you'll need it.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse

When i reached Paris, I wandered the streets, then found myself in a few bars, listening again to the talk of the old-timers and the drunks. The word now was of some old Captain's death...odd given the state of turmoil in the air as of late. I'd heard the stories of the dead walking, but wasn't sure what to make of it. Yes, Frankenstien's monster was real, and still alive, and killing again, but flesh-eaters?
Stories were that the plague of these things was working its way toward the cities, the "disease" being spread to the flesheater's victims. Supposedly, in the countryside, the population of these creatures was rapidly growing, and coming closer to the urban areas.
I listened to these stoires, of both the flesh-eaters, and of this deceased Captain. A brave man, they said, who died in St. John, or George Hospital...St. George, i was certain...I'd been there once, and I'd remembered that name.
I set out for there at once, not wanting to ask too many questions when i wanted to remain discreet. I knew how I would lure the monster in, and for others to foresee who I needed to do so might alert them to my plans. I couldn't have that. I just couldn't.
Besides...a hospital would have more answers to this supposed plague i'd been hearing about.

 

[geri]

Nancy

I rose early as I usually did and checked on my patient. Victor Frankenstien seemed to be sleeping peacefully and getting some much needed rest. Folding my blanket I put on a robe and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

About 45 minutes later I was back into the bedroom with a tray laden with an omelet, toast, juice and coffee. He had not eaten well the whole time he was in the hospital and I figured he must be hungry.

Placing the tray on the bedside table I gently shook his shoulder and called his name. "Victor," I said in a quiet voice so not to startle him,"Victor, it's Nancy. I have brought you breakfast. You need to eat."

He begin to stir and I heard a name fall from his lips. "Elizabeth?" he seemed to say and I replied,"No, it's Nancy. From the hospital. You are in my apartment. You were hurt. I have brought you breakfast."

His eyes fluttered over and he blinked looking at me almost incomprehensively and there seemed to be a confusion in his eyes. I wondered if he was not showing signs of head injury that he had not shown before and became worried.

"Dr. Frankenstein, are you alright?" I said the worry showing plainly in my voice.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

Reality sank in, as the girl's face returned to my recollection. I shook my head slowly, having rested all too well and found it had to return to reality.
"Yes, I am fine," I returned, faking a smile and trying to sit up. My body felt heavy, not wanting to awaken just yet. It was the first peaceful sleep I'd encountered since the brawl in the arctic, and my body had rested heavily.
"I'm alright...Nancy," I struggled with her name, though I remembered her fully now. For some reason, Elizabeth's name had found itself on the tip of my tongue. I had to fight it back to say the right name.
I smiled to her again, this one much more genuine.

 

[geri]

Nancy

His first smile seemed wooden and unwilling but his second made my fears settle down. Placing the tray in his lap as he sat up I said,"Eat and then you can sleep again. You ate practically nothing at the hospital and you will not be able to regain your strength if you do not eat."

Looking down at him I added,"I promise we will get you back to health. That breakfast is the first step."

Moving to the closet I opened it and rummaged through picking out a blue dress as well as my underthings from a dresser drawer. Going behind a dressing screen I began to change out of my robe and nightgown as I talked to him.

"I am going into town and get you some clothes that fit a little better than the ones I gave you. Is there anything else you need while I am out?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

I did as she asked and ate...knowing her words were ture. I would get no better unless I ate and rested. But the want to get out, to chase down my horrid creation, was making me a little jumpy.
As she dressed, I couldn't help but glance over, wondering what she might look like behind that screen. She was, in fact, quite lovely.
"Perhaps," I began, "If you don't mind, get something in then way of defense. Did the men who brought me to the hospital happen to bring my things? I believe I had a pistol..."

 

[geri]

Nancy

I peeked from around the screen my eyes wide. I had never dealt with anything in the form of a weapon. I had seen too many victims of weapons to handle them myself. "There was nothing brought with you when you came in. The men escorted you in, told us a fantastic story and left. I can see what I can find. I have a brother who lives close. I can see what I can get from him. I do not know what I shall tell him. Perhaps that I am weary about what is happening and I would feel better with a weapon at hand."

I came out fastening the last of my dress and sat on the bed beside him. "I will see if he has some clothes also. He often donates to the hospital I work at. He would assume it was what I was gathering them for. I hate to decieve him but he would be quite upset if he knew the truth and that is the last thing we need."

Rising I said,"Put the tray on the floor when you are through and I will take it away when I come back. A couple of days of good food and rest and you will be on your way to recovery."

Giving him a last smile I left the apartment to return hours later my hands loaded with clothing as well as two pistols that were hidden between them. My brother had shown some doubt at my explanation for needing them but he had supplied them as well as extra ammunition. To tell the truth I was happy to be home so that I did not have to carry them anymore. Setting my bundles down I went quietly to the bedroom door to peek in and see what my patient was up to.

 

[PmTick]

Gavin left the motel in search of "V.F." From the notes he had read, V.F. knows a lot about how the mind operates, perhaps he is a therapist? The most logical place to start is probably the hospital.

Gavin entered the doors of the hospital when it began again, the room was spinning, his skin became clammy and finally he collapsed on the floor.

Later that night he awoke in the morgue, stripped of all his clothing and posessions. He crawled out of the cadavier drawers and made haste down the hallway, grabbing a gown. "This will have to do until I find my affects."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

"You're back," I said, half-asleep. I'd felt her peer in, not seen. It was odd how the senses grew stronger at certain times, and with certain people.
"I missed you greatly, Elizabeth," I added, smiling. But my mind whispered my mistake to me.
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling stupid. "I do apologize for my discrepancies. Nancy, I mean. And you have been so gracious."
I sat up and forced my eyes open all the way.
"Well," I said. "Whatever your name, I missed you the same. And I am glad to see you have safely returned. Is there any news on the streets of what has become of my...creation? Where it might be?"

OOC: last sighting: France, though Jesse is the one who saw it...and it only killed his wife, so news may not have gotten back to England yet. Up to you, geri.

 

[geri]

Nancy

Again that name. I wondered who this Elizabeth was who was on his mind so much. His wife perhaps? Whoever it was she sure had his devotion. I smiled at him as I came to sit down on the side of the bed. "It's okay. You have been through a rough time. Confusion is common when someone has been under so much stress."

I have some clothes as well as two pistols and some ammunition. I am not even going to try and guess what my brother is thinking I want them for right now but, then again, he was too busy agreeing with me needing extra protection to be thinking something too bad. He had heard rumors of the monsters showing up in France. An old friend of his from his military days was visiting France when there came a rumor of some woman killed by a monster. The only thing is the killing does not fit any of those we have had here in England. I have seen the bodies of those who were brought in. They are...half eaten!" I shuddered with the same revulsion I had felt upon first seeing them, "But my brother's friend says the woman who was killed was either smothered or her neck broken, he was not sure which but he claims it was definately done by a monsterous man."

My brow furrowed and I shook my head. "But they are just rumors and do not mean anything I am sure. My brother assures me that his friend saw the body but anyone could have done it and the title of monster placed on the killer especially if they have news of what is happening here is to be expected."

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Hey I'm having trouble keeping my character from turning dull. I'm going to begin to write him out of the thread. I'll probably post two or three more times.

Gavin crept down the hallway and entered the storage area, where the unclaimed belongings of the deceased are kept. He turned the handle to discover that the door was locked. He began to pull on the handle, hoping the door was simply jammed. The frame creaked as the sound of splitting wood filled the empty hallway. The door frame finally ripped right away from the wall, taking the door with it. Gavin scratched his head, he didn't realize he was that strong. The frame was probably infested with termites or something.

As Gavin examined the shelves, taking not only his belongings but the possesions of other forgotten souls, he couldn't help but think that he hadn't passed out in awhile. He then realized the room was beginning to get lighter, someone was coming. He turned to see the entire hospital security unit blocking the door. A large muscular bearded bloke stepped forward, nightstick in hand. "Alright chum, I don't know what's going on here or how you broke the door off the wall but we're taking you in!"

 

[geri]

OOC: PM, have him find Nancy and Victor some how. You could be at the hospital that she works in. PM me and we can see what kind of plot we can work out together.

 

[poohlive]

After hours and hours of travel, the edge of the city finally came into sight. Buildings and houses turned into fields and cottages. The gravel and rock roads turned into dirt, with huge wheel ruts going between them. Finally, they came up to a small inn next to a tavern. It was a quaint little place, that was known for it's rowdiness, since, it was outside of the city.
Still, standing on tiptoes, one could easily see the tops of buildings on the horizon. Such a magnificent view.
"Dirk, we'll be here for a few days, it's a perfect chance to continue some training. We even have a few people lined up to help."
Dirk's eyes went up to the roof, seeing a pair of woman's lacy underwear hanging from one of the arches.
"I can hardly wait," he said, halfheartedly.
"Come on, let's get a meal in you, and then we can retire and discuss some things. I've already gotten us a couple of rooms including a sitting room."
"A sitting room, is that expensive?"
"No, no of course not. England had vouched to get our tab. So, whatever we do, will be billed there."
Dirk smiled, ahh, life was good.
"Well, ok then. Let's get inside, it is getting dark."
The retired into the building.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: One more to go after this post.

He should have felt scared. The hulking mass of a person in front of him could easily break a few of his limbs, not to mention the group of men behind him. Rather than feeling fear though, Gavin was hungry. Not like the hunger a person would feel if they had missed a meal but an animalistic hunger that was rapidly taking over every one of his senses.

Gavin extended his hands out in front of him, allowing the muscular guard to handcuff him. As soon as the man got close enough, Gavin bent down and bit the man, sinking his teeth into the guard's throat. He proceeded to break his chains and use them to split the guards head open, feasting on the gray matter that was between the man's ears. It all happened so fast the other men where frozen in horror. Gavin looked up, brain matter on his chin, and ran head on into the crowd of men. Some of the men fleed down the hallway, other tried to fight off the insane man but ended up crushed decimated. Gavin panted looking around the room, realizing he had not only killed but had partially eaten his attackers, they were all dead.

Gavin eyed the diary he had stolen on the bookshelf. He grabbed the book and began furiously flipping through the pages, now realizing there were two sets of notes in the book. He looked at an entry by the second writer and read it to himself:
I have yet to have the success that Victor had with his experiment. While my creature does have a degree of extra stength to him, he must feed constantly or he is nothing more than the fragile man I started the experiment with. He constantly passes out, probably from malnutritoin. Strangley enough while his mind rests, his body is awake, like a sleepwalker. I must figure out what he thrives on.

Gavin flipped forward and found another entry by the mystery writer: I have found what fuels the beast. My assistant Leslie entered his cage to try and get him to feed on some steak. The patient approached Leslie and took the steak in his hand. He smiled at her right before taking slamming her head against the wall and feeding on her. Leslie's death has made me realize what I have done. In my attempt to recreate and improve upon Frankenstein's monster I've created a lesser creature, a cannabalistic zombie. I will have to destroy the failure and start from scratch.

For the first time Gavin realize who he is and what he is, a zombie. He ripped the book to shreds and gathered his clothing. Making his way past the morgue he peeked in and realized that all the shelves were opened and the corpses were feasted on. Apparently he had a little dinner before he awoke. He exited the hospital through the delivery entrance, escaping into the dark forest, trying to figure out what his next move would be.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

Half-eaten bodies? What has my research left the world with? What have I done?!
I lowered my head, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.
"Good heavens," I muttered. "And these...creatures who do these things...they're...others' creations?"
I didn't wait for an answer.
"Perhaps my monster isn't in this country, but all of these monsters are of my doing...not directly but..." I shook my head. "Is there a way we can travel? A way that we can move for a few hours, then stop to rest. Would that slow my progress? I must find this creature...it must be destroyed."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse

When i reached the hospital, I realized immediately that something was greatly amiss in the large city. First, I'd never seen so many in need of help. The emergency rooms were filled, and more people, bleeding and beaten only the beginnings of their injuries, were lined up and down the halls. Outside, near the emergency room entrance/exit, nurses were choosing who would enter and who had to remain outside. Police were standing around, armed with shotguns, as if someone waited to attack in the dark alleyways around them.
I entered through a less cluttered entrance and wandered through the halls, seeing rooms filled with various attack victims and nurses and doctors hurrying through halls, not even noticing my prescence as I wandered through the building, looking in almost every room to survey the damage.
As I eyed the victims, my mind traveled back to the tavern stories I'd heard, of flesh-eaters attacking helpless victims and whatnot, and wondered if there might be some truth to the stories. Not that I believed in such things, but the idea that something more realistic might be taking place that is being turned into this odd story was a definite possibility.
I made my way to the morgue, thinking that people working there would be less busy, being as the dead weren't so demanding as the living. When I reached the place, I found it empty. Apparently, the hospital staff was in use of everyone in order to meet the demands of patients. Even to the extent that the coroner must have been called in to help.
I wandered through the room, seeing at least two dozen gurneys packed into the room, a body on each, leaving barely enough room to walk between them.
I stopped near one, looked around to ensure I wasn't being watched, then lifted the sheet to see who what had happened to the person beneath. It was the boy of a young man, probably only nineteen, his shoulder appearing as though some animal had dug it's claws into his skin and torn out the flesh. His throat had been bitten, and as I looked closer, I realized that some of the flesh was missing.
Flesh-eater? i thought, and a chill rose up my spine.
I dropped the sheet over the body again, and moved on to the next, seeing the shape of a woman beneath. I lifted it timidly this time, unsure of what to expect.
The girl underneath was striking, her face slack of course, but her features those of a woman who must have been beautiful when animated. As all I could see was her face, I pulled the sheet further back, revealing her body from the waist up. Still, no marks on her, not one. No bruises, no blood. Her shape was near perfect, not that dead bodies turned me on. I could imagine her alive though, laughing and joking, the breasts that appeared inanimate before me bouncing with the rising of her chest in laughter. Covering her face to hide blushes those cheeks would never bear again. Smiling...always smiling.
I shifted my glance toward the door, feeling suddenly as though I were being watched. No one was there. Nor was anyone in the room at all.
"Woah," I muttered. Closing my eyes and shaking my head slowly from side to side. "That was oddly..."
A hand grabbed my wrist and I glanced down to see the young woman opening her eyes and sitting up.
I stepped backward, watching her recently unmoving body turned on the gurney to face me. I tried to step back again, this time hitting another gurney and staggering backward some, sending the gurney rolling away, running into the gurney beyond it.
Oh, shit, I thought, what the Hell is happening?

 

[PmTick]

Reynold awoke again for the third time that night. He had been in London for only a week now to visit the Globe Theater. It was there he would audition for Hamlet. His performance would surely suffer if he didn't get a decent night of sleep. He rose from his bed and walked into the bathroom, pouring some brandy into a large glass. Hopefully the brandy would put him out for the rest of the night.

When he walked back into the bedroom he noticed he had left the window opened. Funny, he didn' t even remember opening the winodw, especially on a cold night like this one. He closed the window and slipped underneath the covers before blowing out the candles that lit the room. Reynold began to drift back to sleep when he could of sworn he felt the bed move, probably an effect from the Brandy.

 

[geri]

Nancy

My heart ached with the sorrow in his voice. I could not help but reach out to comfort him, my hands covering his as best they could and sqeezing them tight. "I suppose I could borrow a wagon and make a bed in the back until your strength has fully returned. It will not be the best way for you to come back to your full strength but your sickness is more mental than physical. Your physical wounds are almost healed, it is your mind I am worried about."

I tried to smile in a reassuring manner but I knew my worry shone through. "It will take a day or two to arrange. Hopefully you will be better prepared mentally to meet this monster of yours then. But have you thought about what you will do when you find him?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

She had me with that one. What would I do when i found him? Kill him? Possibly, if that was even possible, and it might not be, given the trauma he'd apparently survived in the icy waters that sent me to the hospital, and then to this woman's apartment.
I thought on this for a moment.
"I'm not sure," I admitted. "But I must try something, and I must do what I can end this plague that has taken so many lives already. Perhaps it will come to me at a later date..."
I looked at her, so concerned over someone who was practically a stranger. Such a wonderful woman...
"Have I thanked you enough?" I asked her. "of course, i haven't. And I can't ask you to risk yourself any more than I already have. many would spill your blood to get to me, and that is far too much risk for you to have taken already. I must go alone."