Parallel Universes Edition: What if the creature had gotten to Walton first?
To: Mrs. Seville, England.
You may be delighted to hear the news that today, I rescued a man who was wandering among these frigid wastes. Unfortunately, you would be wrong on two accounts: in your delight, and in that he was a man. The creature I rescued was no man born of woman, if I am to believe his fantastic story. But before I spin you his horrible tale, I must describe to you his singular person.
This being, who has no name, towers over mortal men by a yard’s length. Wreathed in dreads of oily, black hair, his head sheaths two sickly yellow eyes. A gaping mouth of piercing white teeth, framed by inhuman black lips, cleaves his face. His off-white skin is pale, translucent even, to expose his veins in uncanny detail. His frame is gargantuan to behold, yet his mental stature is nothing if not even more considerable. He is an expert in the art of rhetoric, and can frame thoughts with the hand of a masterful craftsman. I digress: the story of his origin is more captivating even than his alien countenance.
He tells me, dear wife, of a man so bent to his art that he neglected his health, his friends and even his family for the sake of his studies. He was obsessed with life – not just the behavior of living things, but the creation of life itself. This scientist, mad with passion, assembled the poor creature from the bodies of the deceased, and gave life to it, but, coward that he was, he fled at the sight of the terrifying being he had created. Oh, injustice! That he had only stayed to nurture his newborn child! You will soon see, dear wife, the wickedness of the scientist’s way!
The wretched creature ran into a forest and learned the ways and language of man, and with no small difficulty: all that saw him drove him out as an abomination. One day, he learned of his maker’s name – Frankenstein – through a journal, and the creature began to scour the countryside for his master and creator. Finding him, the poor soul demanded that its existence be validated with a female companion, and Frankenstein agreed; but the fickle man destroyed the second creation at the monster’s visitation. Hateful man! The monster was now left without a companion in all the world, but for the impulse of a vain fool. Frankenstein, now bloodthirsty, lunged at the monster, and chased him across continents to the present location. How cruel the evil father is to his child!
Dearest wife, I fear I must go; for the day grows long, and there is much to do. The creature promises to elucidate the rest of his riveting story to me on the morrow. ‘Til then, I bid thee sleep easier than I this night!
To: Mrs. Seville, England.
My lovely wife, this day has justice been made known. The foul man Frankenstein was giving chase to his creature in this climate, and was taken aboard our vessel in the sorriest of conditions – we, of course, unknowing it was he. The creature, however, recognizing his master instantly, flew into a fit of laughter at the sight of him, and at Frankenstein’s awakening, enclosed himself in a room with his master for “a small talk”. Soon later, the creature emerged bearing tragic news – before he could ask his master for an explanation of his rash actions, Frankenstein leaped out the window and drowned rather than face the consequence of his wanton meddling with life. Despondent after bearing this news to us, the creature asked to be alone, and retired to his temporary room. Had I not known better, I would say his sobs of grief and defeat had been stifled laughter, but I know this creature’s heart to be pure.
We will return the creature to land once our trek is complete; God willing, with us as a mediator, society will accept him as one of their own. Perhaps you can even meet him upon our return!