|Not So Alive!
Author: Elle Jacob PM
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again... in Dr. Frankenstein's case try again, and again, and again, and again, etc.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Supernatural - Words: 1,276 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-06-04 - id: 1776854
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He had been working on it for no less than a century, re-animated bodies. It was a disgusting habit of studying life and death in the same coordinate. He liked it though, he preferred it. It was better than having to deal with the imbeciles that lived around him. They were dull and un-original. No one could appreciate the science he was trying to bring to them. They could appreciate it but they wouldn't, for lack of better statement. He thought he had finally gotten it on this one though. The plans were perfect and the exact calculations were complete.
"Jelly on your toast, Sheldon, master?" The faint call of the Russian servant could be heard through his massive thoughts and brilliance. He found himself annoyed with the low life using his first name. He could hear the little Russian giggling madly in the other room. It was not his fault his parent's had burdened him with such an annoying name. He had sought out to change it but he had been too caught up in his research for that.
"Igor, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Dr. Frankenstein or at least just master?!" Dr. Frankenstein closed his note-taking book with an angry look towards the hunchback as he slid into the room. Igor was an ugly brood, but good to have around no less. The villagers had tormented him just as much as they had tortured Dr. Frankenstein himself. Igor was horribly misshapen. It looked as if a sack of potatoes were permanently sewn onto his back. One of his eyes was covered with a black patch. His misshapen face was pulled back and his rotten teeth were showing. This meant that Igor was smiling, still laughing in his own mind about the teasing of his master.
"I'm sorry, Sheldon." Peals of laughter erupted from Igor's being, which really sounded like someone was hacking up something ghastly. Dr. Frankenstein's glare appeared to go right through Igor because he had gotten too used to it. Igor set the tray of food in front of his worn master. "You don't look so good, She," Igor cut off as the milk saucer almost took out his good eye, "master." He finished with a slight grin, his misshapen face looking worse as he did so. That was the last straw with his master, when he began throwing things he knew he had pushed his buttons too far.
"I have finished it, Igor. The final plans of my creation are complete." Dr. Frankenstein, as if moved by his speech, rose from his withering chair. Igor bustled around the room tidying up after his master.
"Yes, I do believe that is what you told me last time." Igor rolled his one good eye. He glanced at his master to see his reaction and was quite surprised when he was spun about to face the taller man.
"I know I have, Igor, but this is it, I can feel it." Dr. Frankenstein shook his small Russian helper as if he was trying to knock the knowledge into his head. Igor stared at him before wheezing a sigh.
"Of course, master, I will set the preparations for next Friday." Igor struggled out of his master's hold to start getting to work. Dr. Frankenstein stared after him.
"Why next Friday?" He asked his servant quite confused with his notions. He wanted to get this on the road as soon as possible. It was just in a matter of when it was to rain.
"My hump knows when it is going to rain, next Friday is good." Igor reasoned, motioning to the growth on his back as he said so. "Tomorrow there will be a light shower yes, but no thunder or lightning. Friday will be good." He nodded his head to himself as if making sure. It was Dr. Frankenstein's turn to roll his eyes.
Igor had of course been right about the rain; Dr. Frankenstein reasoned listening to the thunder roll outside. The lightening was casting eerie shadows on the wall as Igor finished the preparations. The body, they were to bring back to life, lay on the table with several cords and wires attached to it. It looked rather grotesque but to Dr. Frankenstein it was his masterpiece.
"Everything is ready, master." Igor hobbled in the direction of his master; his shadow looked as if it was limping across the way. Dr. Frankenstein's smile graced his worn face.
"Then throw the switch, it is time." Dr. Frankenstein ran a hand through his hair as the switch was thrown. This was it. This was the time he had been waiting for. It had been over a century and he had finally done it. A great light shown through the room as the lightening hit. A cackle of laughter erupted from the doctor. It was glorious and he drowned in it. Then it all ended, abruptly. Igor was cowering in the corner, a gnarled hand thrown over his one eye. Dr. Frankenstein let his eyes travel over his creation, to see its eyes twitch open. "It's alive!" He threw his hands up in triumph and praise to the heavens. His moment was oddly interrupted.
"I don't think so master." Igor's Russian accent graced the air. Dr. Frankenstein's eyes turned wild as they bore Igor's presence.
"What do you mean?!" He screamed tearing at the table only to overturn it. Igor cowered back once again, but let his eye grace the creation.
"A simple eye twitch does not mean it is alive. You get an eye twitch all the time when I annoy you enough. You could have just created an eye twitch. That is all that it is doing as of now." Igor let his own eye twitch in demonstration. As Dr. Frankenstein looked over his creation, he rebelled. He couldn't have just created a rock with an eye twitch, could he have? It certainly wasn't doing anything else. It twitched again.
"We'll wait it out then, see if it does anything else." Dr. Frankenstein grabbed the chair he had overturned with the table and sat himself in it.
"Suit yourself." Igor took a seat on the piece of floor he had previously been standing on.
"I have failed!" Dr. Frankenstein threw himself onto his working table proceeding to sob uncontrollably. Four hours had passed since the twitching eye incident and about two hours ago, the twitching had ceased. Nothing was happening with the creation now.
"There, there, master," Igor patted his master on the back, "we will try again. There is still hope, even though we don't see it." Igor tried to cheer up his master. It was the same every time they tried.
"Do you think so?" Dr. Frankenstein's tear-soaked face appeared out of the crook of his arm. He looked quite pitiful to Igor, but he couldn't complain seeing that his appearance was never pleasant. He wanted to respond with the truth, a simple no, but that would certainly crush his master's spirit.
"Of course." He responded, his misshapen face trying to form a smile.
"I think I might know what went wrong." Dr. Frankenstein's face once again broke out into a smile. Igor rolled his one good eye, as he continued to jot down ideas.
"Here we go again." Igor muttered as he walked from the laboratory. His hump told him it wasn't to storm for another month so he had a bit of time to relax.