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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2008 12:21:59 GMT -5
"It's not your fault. It's...him. Them. Everything. Conspiring to take from me the one thing that made me happiest. No more. You'll see, my love, you'll see..."
Vial still in hand, he sprinted over to a door in the opposite wall, threw it open, and hurled the vial within before slamming it shut again.
He turned back to his wife, a manic gleam in his eye.
"And now, we shall wait, and see."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2008 12:32:14 GMT -5
"Victor..."
She looked at the door warily.
"What have you done?"
What have I done in telling you?
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2008 13:14:08 GMT -5
"I've created a solution to our problem." He said cheerfully.
"It will take care of things. I swear it."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2008 13:53:24 GMT -5
"How? I don't understand."
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2008 14:05:31 GMT -5
"By making him disppear. Then he can't hurt you anymore."
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Post by NPC on Dec 31, 2008 22:12:36 GMT -5
At that, there was a clattering from the other side of the door, followed by a scraping sound and horrible, chilling moan.
And then, scrabbling at the door.
The knob rattling.
The moan, almost a word, in a voice that had once been human.
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:14:53 GMT -5
Moving very carefully, Victor yanked the door open, quickly jumping back and out of the way of what shuffled out of the darkenss.
Yes, indeed, it was.
A zombie.
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Post by NPC on Dec 31, 2008 22:17:14 GMT -5
The zombie slowly blinked in the sudden light, blank eyes and blank expression unchanging as it continued to shuffle forward.
"Stop!" Victor commanded firmly.
After a few more shuffling steps, the creature slowed, dead eyes focused on its creator.
Waiting.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:17:51 GMT -5
The small part of her that vaugely resembled her suethor remembered the original Frankenstein movie, and the monster's fear of fire.
She stepped back, reaching for a candle on the table.
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:20:21 GMT -5
He held out a hand.
"Wait. It's controllable...he won't get out of hand...see? You, go over there."
There was a pause, the information taking the zombie some time to process, before it shuffled over to the indicated spot and stopped.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:31:01 GMT -5
It took a GREAT deal of self-control to keep from saying "Isn't that what you said last time?"
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:32:33 GMT -5
"I can...I can send him to persuade Emcee to stop harrassing you. I don't think he wants a full-on confrontation over this, yes?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:36:14 GMT -5
SHe couldn't help laughing harshly.
"Victor...what do you take me for? If you wanted to talk sense into him, you wouldn't be sending something that couldn't talk to do it!"
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:43:06 GMT -5
His smile was almost as manic as the look in his eye.
"Oh...of course. I think...I think I'm tired of talking to people. It never seems to work, does it? All that happens is that everyone I love gets hurt."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 31, 2008 22:54:23 GMT -5
"And how do you know your creation will even find its way there? What if it merely wanders off and terrorizes bystanders?"
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