Frankenstein Theory Read Online Free

we’d need to get rid of this before the stench of decay wafted into the halls and under the doors of inquisitive neighbors. We’ve no use for this particular corpse now. If there’s any hope of furthering this work, fresh bodies will have to procured.” Henry covered the body with burlap and made to tie up the ends with a lash of rope. “Do help me, won’t you?”
    Henry nodded to the feet of the corpse. As I bound the legs within the cloth, I spoke softly. “Where do you propose we dispose of this body?”
    Henry smiled. “There is only one fitting grave for this slurry of rot…the water. We’ll carry her down to the pier before anyone rouses and toss her over the edge. No pomp, no ceremony…just an ending.”
     
    xXx
     
    Outside, the streets were still empty. The air was chilled and the cobbles slick with moisture. Carrying the dead weight was already awkward; with the added danger, disaster was but a slip of the heel away.
    With fortune on our side, we made it to the water’s edge without incident. Even more fortunate was the sight of the empty pier.
    “ Quick, Victor, over here.”
    Henry guided us to the end of the longest dock bereft of boat. The only sound was the slap of water against the wooden pillars below. A thick fog hung just over the water, casting an eerie pall over the scene.
    “ Are you ready?” Henry asked.
    I nodded.
    “ Victor, as we rid ourselves of this first corpse, we must remember what this woman meant to our future.”
    “ Henry, if you continue to refer to these as women or men, you will never survive this ghoulish undertaking. These are cadavers and nothing more. She is the first of many we will have on our table. We cannot risk any attachment whatsoever. I don’t care if you must look at them as little more than slabs of meat…whatever soothes your questioning conscience..” The severity of my tone made it clear I would not bend on the matter.
    Slowly, Henry nodded and we released the cadaver into the water. The fog parted as the burlap bag splashed down, but quickly reformed the ghostly blanket.
    I placed my arm around my partner. “Henry, you and I are going to change the world.”
    “ Yes, Victor, we are. In order to do so, our first step must be to relocate. We cannot possibly expect to continue our work in that pit of despair. There is only one problem—we lack appropriate funds for such a bold move.”
    I stopped. Henry turned to me to bear witness to the birth of a grand idea.
    “ What is it you are thinking, Victor Frankenstein?”
    “ In the basement of Castle Frankenstein is my father’s laboratory. It hasn’t so much as been entered since his death. The equipment within that room would allow us to continue our work with ease.”
    “ But, Victor, what about your mother?”
    “ My mother never dared enter the laboratory, even with my father alive. With him dead, the chances against that occurring are even greater.”
    Henry agreed. “But what of when your family discovers you’ve failed out of university?”
    I winked. “I have no intention of allowing them to discover that bit of tragedy. Keep Mother in the dark, and you and I shall have the run of Father’s laboratory. I will send a post to inform Mother of our arrival. She’ll be so thrilled to see me again, our moving into Father’s lab will most likely go unquestioned.”
    “ Victor,” Henry drew out his pause. “What about Elizabeth? Your wife will want to be at your side every waking moment. How will you explain to her our designs of bringing the dead back to life?”
    “ Simple. I won’t.”
     

F O U R
     
    1791
    Geneva, Switzerland
     
    Our arrival to Castle Frankenstein was destined to be a celebratory affair—one which I desperately wanted to avoid. Mother’s will was a force not one man could reckon with. A feast was prepared, wine was poured, conversation flowed like rain through a gutter.
    “ I assume you are on holiday from school?” Mother inquired.
    It was Henry to the