Frankenstein Page #5

Justine, leave me alone.

I won't talk about it.

- But all the letters you read...

- I wrote them! It's been months...

- Elizabeth...

- Something horrific is happening.

I had to hide it from Father.

Now there are rumours of cholera.

- I can manage here. Go to him!

- He's probably found someone else.

If he was mine,

I'd have gone already.

But he isn't mine.

He's yours, and you must go to him.

Raw materials, that's all they are.

Tissue to be re-used.

The very finest brain.

- But they all died of cholera, sir.

- No matter.

The assembled organs must have

nutrients, heat, and crucially...

...more direct power.

More direct power...

Amniotic fluid is the

chief biogenic element.

Acupuncture needles are

inserted at energy points.

When the current stops,

the dead toad has animation -

- independently

of external power sources.

Yes. That's it.

That's the combination!

Victor!

Open the door!

- What do you want?

- There's cholera. An epidemic!

The city is under martial law.

Are you listening to me?

The militia's quarantining the city.

We're getting out.

What if Krempe

tells the authorities?

Goodbye, Henry.

Victor, it's me. Elizabeth.

Can you hear me?

I have to see you.

- Go away.

- Please, Victor!

I won't leave here

until you see me.

Come in the side door.

Alone!

What's happened to you?

How can you live here like this?

- And that stench...

- Don't go in there!

- We have to leave. It isn't safe.

- No, I must stay.

- Even if it means you'll die?

- Yes.

- Well, let me help you.

- No, that's impossible.

We made a promise.

Victor, I beg you.

I know this is difficult for you

to understand, -

- but I cannot

abandon this work now.

It's too important. Not just for me,

but, believe me, for everyone.

And it must come first.

Before us?

Elizabeth...

I love you so much, but...

Goodbye.

Elizabeth!

Oh God! Elizabeth.

Live! Live!

Yes!

No...

It's alive...

It's alive!

What have I done?

What have I done?

Massive birth defects...

...greatly enhanced

physical strength...

...but...

...resulting reanimant...

...is malfunctional...

...and pitiful...

...and dead.

Tomorrow this journal and

its secrets must be destroyed...

...forever.

Oh, God!

No!

You fool,

Victor Frankenstein of Geneva!

How could you know

what you'd unleashed?

How is it pieced together?

Bits of thieves and murderers...

Evil stitched to evil,

stitched to evil...

Do you really think this thing

will thank you for its birth?

Evil will have its revenge.

God help your loved ones!

What do you think you're doing?

He's got cholera!

He's been spreading the plague!

Get him!

- Keep away from him.

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