Frankenstien: The New Horror

[geri]

Nancy

I gave Victor a stern look and said,"It is dangerous just to walk on the streets these days. And it is everyone's duty to see that this menace comes to an end. I would very much like to see the menace end myself and not see the horrors that fill the morgues and graveyards now. Besides, you still need some looking after." I smiled to soften my words. "I am coming. I don't know what I can do to help but I know I have to try." Leaving before he could protest I returned only to hand him the clothing and pistols before starting on arrangements for our journey.

Two days later I woke him in the early hours and, brushing back the hair from his sleep filled eyes before I could stop the motion, I said,"It's time. The carriage is packed and ready with all we will need for the journey and your clothes as well as the weapons are laid out. I will be waiting for you when you are ready. I, myself, was dressed in pants, boots and white blouse that clasped at the wrist the sleeves billowing a bit towards the shoulders. The first few buttons were not done giving me freedom of movement should I need it and my hair was pulled back and braided. Now was not the time for fancy dresses or trying to look like a lady. Now was the time to do something about the horror that threatened our world.

Victor was stronger now and I had seen the restlessness and growing determination on his face. He was as ready as he would ever be to face this monster of his but he still needed someone to make sure that his head took charge and keep him from getting killed himself. Now if I could just figure out why that meant so much to me.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse

Having left my pistols at the hotel (I couldn't very well bring them into a hospital, could I?), I was left with little to do but try to run, which would prove difficult I was sure. I stepped to the side, dragging the dead girl with me, her body turning further until one leg fell out from underneath the sheet that covered it. I stepped further away, pulling at my arm in an attempt to free it from her grasp, but she held tight, and as she came into a standing position I saw the the other leg had been torn and chewed off by something.
Another step backwards and she fell over, her balance lost on only one leg. Her hand slipped away from my wrist then, and I started toward the door, dodging between the gurneys, knocking them out of my way as I went.
SHe groaned, a sound that sounded more like a growl to me, though it might have been my state of mind that made it that way. As I moved among the other gurneys, hands groped at me from either side, one catching a temporary hold now and again, only to be lost a second later as I hurried past.
WHen I reached the door, I glanced back, seeing nearly all of the corpses coming to life, sitting up and standing, walking when they could. And close in pursuit of me was the one-legged naked girl, her eye looking blank, but her hands dragging her toward me across the floor.
I opened the door, walking out into the hall to run dead on into another of these...flesh-eaters.
I stepped back until my back struck the door. The man was clad in a naval Captain's uniform, his eyes as lifeless as any of those inside the room.
LeClaire, I thought. Captain LeClaire. I'd just heard about him a short while ago.
He reached out with both hands, trying to grip my shoulders and pull me toward his teeth. I managed to slip underneath his right arm and started down the hall at a sprint, nothing in my way to slow me now.
Other people were shouting now. Orderlies and doctors were heading for the exit, shouting to anyone who could hear them. "Everybody, get out of the hospital!"
I intended to follow their example, but which exit would be the safest route. By now, I could see the dead wandering everywhere in the halls. It appeared as though, while I may have disturbed those in the morgue, those outside were the ones that were doing the most damage. They'd broken though the police watch and were swarming inside for more victims. The sick would make easy prey, and little could be done to get them out.
The counryside will be swarming with them, if the virus spreads like the old men said it did, each victim becoming one of them, and that meant that the world as I knew it might very well have ended already, right under my nose, without my realization.

 

[PmTick]

The inspector walked into Reynold's room at the hotel. The cleaning woman had discovered the corpse, or to be more precise, the torso earlier that day and immediatly alerted the manager. The young thespian's chest lay on the bed, layed out like a pair of neatly pressed trousers but it seemed the rest of his body was no where to be found. In addition, it seemed that Reynold's formal wear and suitcase was no where in site. What kind of a mad man would dismember another man and steal his clothing?

Gavin stood by the docks, waiting for the next vessel to France to arrive. People in London would surely be on the lookout for him or at least his kind, by travelling overseas he increased his chances of survival.His quest was no longer to discover why he kept passing out or what was wrong with his brain, he had figured that out yesterday.

Now he sought to go on as long as he could. He figured if he could keep mobile, not letting anyone know his dark secret, he could travel the world for centuries before getting bored of this life. Just to make sure he didn't lapse again on the boat ride, he made sure he packed a few "left overs" in the suitcase. The low bellowing horn signalled the boat would be coming into port soon.

 

[PmTick]

Gavin exited the boat, it had been a long ride to France but he was finally here to feed. A pretty young maid walked by. Gavin licked his lips as he leared at her supple body. "Something tells me I will love the food here."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse

Frankenstien...I thought, heading north in the carriage. The man who sat in front and his partner riding shotgun both whispered quietly to each other. i'd paid them well, very well, in fact, to get them to take me out through the countryside with the flesh-eaters roaming about. We'd seen several of them,but only at a distance. They were indeed scattered everywhere, and they became hungry when they saw humans...
Frankenstien, I thought again, looking out the window at the nearing darkness. They would be headed toward the nearest town now, hoping to make it there before full dark set in. I doubted we would do so this time...night was far too near.
Frankenstien had started all of this...he'd been the cause of the plague, of his monster...of my beautiful bride's death...
He was my goal now...my only goal...
I readied my weapons, the two muskets and both pistols, keeping them near at hand incase I would need them...the flesh-eaters could move quickly when they saw food...

 

[PmTick]

Gavin figured he would make good use of his suit and visit the thearter for his first snack. The play itself was a rendition of Shakespere's "The Taming of the Shrew." He sat in the balcony high above the audience like a vulture eyeing a dying animal. He gazed at a young woman heading to the lobby, perhaps for a bathroom break. He quietly left his seat and followed the young woman, preparing for his first kill.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

We were off before I realized the day to leave had crept up on me. The carriage ride was a rough one in my condition, but I tried not to show my discomfort. I felt I'd gained her confidence in my well-being, and wanted nothing more than to ease her concerns.
We headed toward the city limits, wanting to leave London behind us and find our way to the nearest docks. According to the newspapers, the last sighting of the monster, or what was suspected to be my monster, was in France. That would be our first destination.

 

[PmTick]

Gavin followed the blonde haired woman into the woman's bathroom. She had entered one of the two wooden stalls that lye in the corner of the room. He entered the other stall, next to hers and waited for the right moment. The sound of the overture permeated into the room, it would surely cover up the sounds of the young girl screaming.

Gavin's fist came crashing through the stall and wrapped around the girl's neck, crushing her larynx. He didn't even give her enough time to scream. He proceeded to feed right there, savoring her young flesh like filet mingeon.