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Chapters (23)
  1. PART 1
  2. CHAPTER 1
  3. CHAPTER 2
  4. CHAPTER 3
  5. CHAPTER 4
  6. CHAPTER 5
  7. CHAPTER 6
  8. CHAPTER 7
  9. CHAPTER 8
  10. CHAPTER 9
  11. PART 2
  12. CHAPTER 10
  13. CHAPTER 11
  14. CHAPTER 12
  15. CHAPTER 13
  16. CHAPTER 14
  17. PART 3
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20

Finally, Franks understood the sensation he was feeling . . . Dread. Myers would die and Franks would be truly alone again. It was anger mixed with sadness and also fear. He did not like it one bit. He was not used to experiencing dread, so for forcing him to feel it, Franks decided to make his pursuers experience the same thing, but more. The Hunters were on foot now. Franks drew the combat knife from his vest. Now they would know what it felt like to be hunted.

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 11

One difference between the famous book about my creation and the reality, I did not discover my true nature by seeing my reflection in a stream. I knew from the beginning that I was a monster. I’d observed enough to know this body did not resemble normal humans. It was of monstrous proportions, and the skin barely fit over the mismatched limbs and bulging muscle. It was grotesque, but it was mine. Neither did I learn to speak by eavesdropping on farmers, nor did I learn to read because I found a satchel of books discarded in the forest. I learned those things because, unlike the rest of the Fallen, I had come to understand humility. I could not do this alone. I had watched humans, but that did not mean I understood how they worked. If I was to survive in their world, I would need help.

They believed that they caught me, nearly bled out and unconscious, but they only captured me because I allowed them to.

Father’s men welcomed me home with nets and clubs.

It was the age of the natural scientists, men like Newton and Leibniz, who used math rather than magic to unlock the mysteries. It had been Isaac Newton’s defense of London against the Old Ones that had inspired Dippel to delve further into the intersection of old magic and new reason. His studies planted the idea of my creation.

Very few understood him. Dippel’s experiments in soul transference were considered heresy and he’d been sent to prison before, so he only worked in secret now. Dippel was banned from entering many countries, so he returned to the land of his birth to complete his great work. His laboratory had filled one tower of Castle Frankenstein with arcane machines. He had collected magical artifacts and ancient tomes from around the world and put them all to use. I had destroyed most of those treasures in a few seconds of madness.

Dippel had been naive. Though he was a theologian of sorts he was grasping at straws now. He didn’t understand the true nature of the soul. At first he did not understand what he had wrought.

We were alike that way. I did not understand then what it meant to be real. I was an aberration in the Creator’s plan. I was an angry ghost wrapped in a deadly, powerful body.