Frankenstien: The New Horror

[Quiet_Cool]

OOC: check out the OOC if you're not sure what's going on here, or just post. We're open to anyone who wants to play. The basic concept is this: The monster and the doctor, following the ending of the book and the movie by Kenneth Branaugh (sp?), survive the battle in the arctic, and the monster returns to Europe. It is set in the late 1700's, or early 1800's, with no particular year as a setting, but the general era. Also, word has spread of the Doctor's success in creating life, and others, many others, have attempted to recreate his results, wanting the glory for themselves. They've failed, but not entirely, as they've now unleashed a new breed of undead onto the people of the continent. Zombies, seeking human flesh to consume and apparently indestructible, have been unleashed upon the populations, hunting humans of all types and ages and turning their victims into zombies as well. The OOC has much more detail...check it out for a better understanding.
On with the show...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor Frankenstien

I can feel hands on my cheeks, checking my temperature, but I can hardly respoind. Just groan quietly and shift my head a little.
"Shh," she replies. "Easy. You've been through a lot."
I try to open my eyes, but they fight me. I manage them open just enough to allow some light in. It stings my eyes. Even laying down, I feel dizzy, far too warm.
"Settle now," she replies. "Overdo it and you'll never get better."
I do as she says, my mind spinning, but always returning to the monster. Had I killed it? Had it fallen beneath the ice and stayed there? Or worst of all, did it survive as well? Could it be killed? I wondered.
I fell asleep before more thought to catch hold, and dreamt of fighting with it in the water, hands groping at my throat, growling from both of us, like wild animals, howling from it, and screams from me. The shipmates and the captain looking down at us from above. SKin tearing, both mine and his,blood diluting in the water, then blackness.
My dream faded, and was replaced by another, this one of Elizabeth, smiling pretty laying in the yard with me, telling me how handsome she thought me. I was blushing I knew, at her words, at her looks, at her beauty. Even as the sky above, blue as her lovely eyes, turned black with the oncoming storm, and lightning flashed suddenly around us, thunder rumbling in the distance, and the monster came, a slow-moving darkened image on the horizon.
I was sweating when i awoke again, sitting up before I knew the dream was over. My eyes again stung from the lgiht, but were fully open this time. I felt stronger, even if the room still spun before me.
I squinted my eyes, letting them adjust, then opened them fully and looked around.
The rom was small, and a woman sat in a chair, watching me with alarmed eyes, the book she'd apparently been holding laying on the floor, open to some random page.
"Where am I?" I ask.
"London," she replies, and recognize her voice as the one I'd heard the night before, or whatever time it had been when I'd last felt conscious.
"How did I get here?" I asked.
"A man, a ship captain...he...his men, dropped you here, and asked us to care for you. He said he pulled you from the water, you and another man..."
"Another man?"
"Yes...well, he sort of...stuttered the word man, and he looked away uncomfortably, but man was the word he used...He said he'd thought you both dead, then he saw o take breath, and the other jumped up, screaming, and..."
"jumped up?" I interrupted her.
"Yes, he was alive as well. Is something wrong?"
"Yes," I replied. "Someting is very wrong."
Silence sat betwen us, as the words she spoke truly sank in.
"It would do you best to rest more. You're not nearly ready to be off, even if you believe you are."
I lay back again, not thinking about it but just obeying.
After a moment, I asked her, "Do you know who I am?"
"You are a troubled man," she replied. "But one who must rest."

 

[Guest]

Nancy

OOC:

Nancy Goodwin
Proffession: Nurse
Age: 23
Height: 5' 7"
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Auburn


I hovered over him as he went back to sleep a worried expression on her face. His body was so bloodied and battered, more than any man I had seen who had not been in some kind of war. And the restlessness and crying out. Also a symptom I had seen in men who had engaged in battle. Yet he had been alone. No, not alone but with someone else, someone whose very mention struck fear in the eyes in a captain who was not unused to terror on the sea.

Dipping the cloth and wiping his forehead as I had done so often during the week he had been here drifting in and out of consciousness, I shook my head and wondered once again what he had been through that had caused him so much distress both physically and mentally.

Once he had settled down into a restless sleep punctuated once again by moans, murmurs and thrashing I sat down and begin to read by lamplight. I had been assigned to his side because the doctor was afraid he would hurt himself with his thrashing and no other nurse would take the job because they thought he must be gripped with madness. Knowing that I was not one to let anything stand in the way of caring for a patient and being the junior nurse at the hospital I had been the one chosen for the job.

I didn't mind though. I felt sorry for the man who could not seem to escape whatever had happened to him. Focusing my thoughts on the book I sat back to continue my vigil uninterrupted for the most part as the hospital was busier than usuall and the other staff was kept busy. Suddenly the man sat up in bed startling me. My eyes were wide and startled but I was sure they showed my concern as well.

"Where am I?" He ask.
"London," I replied.
"How did I get here?" He asked.
"A man, a ship captain...he...his men, dropped you here, and asked us to care for you. He said he pulled you from the water, you and another man..."
"Another man?"
"Yes...well, he sort of...stuttered the word man, and he looked away uncomfortably, but man was the word he used...He said he'd thought you both dead, then he saw o take breath, and the other jumped up, screaming, and..."
"jumped up?" He interrupted.
"Yes, he was alive as well. Is something wrong?"
"Yes," He replied. "Someting is very wrong."
Silence sat betwen us for a few moments and then I said, "It would do you best to rest more. You're not nearly ready to be off, even if you believe you are."
He lay back again and after a moment, He asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"You are a troubled man," I replied, not knowing exactly what answer he wished. "But one who must rest."

Sitting on the edge of the bed I reached for the glass of water that was there and offered it to him. "Drink a little. You have been in and out of consiousness for days now. I do not know what happened to you only that you need to recover from whatever it was. If it will help to talk about it I will listen." I smiled at him hoping he might find some kind of comfort in that smile. It seemed he needed all the comfort he could get.

 

[geri]

*sighs* Bit by the cookies again

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

I looked back at the woman. Gentle eyes, like Elizabeth's were. I took a sip of the water, then handed it back to her.
"Thank you for caring for me," I said. "It can't have been easy."
I wondered if I should say more, then decided some wouldn't hurt. I must have mumbled something in my sleep, and the girl must think me insane by now.
"My name is Victor," I said. "Victor Frankenstien. DO you know me now?"
I felt certain she must, but I didn't wait for her to answer.
"My reputation may precede me these days, and it shall only get worse from here out, I fear. Especially if the creature has survived. You see, he is my...invention. My creation. My stint at playing God, a time of my life of which I shall never again speak of with pride but only shame. He has destroyed me already, in the sense that matters, and he shall only do further harm to the world should he be left to live. I must stop him, no matter what the cost."

 

[geri]

My hand went to my mouth as he spoke his name. Victor Frankenstien. Indeed the name did ring a bell. How could it not especially with those whose lives were dedicated to life and death. My eyes must have betrayed my startlement as well as my horror. Not for the man but for what had been brought forth by his hand. Still, he was a man and one who was determined to correct his mistake. Only there may not be a way to do so right now.

"I know the name," I said hoping the tremor in my voice was not as noticible as it had to be,"But I don't think you realize exactly what kind of task you have set for yourself. You see, your creation is not but a beginning. Others, doctors, scientists, any who could get thier hands upon any of your research have attempted to copy your methods of bringing life back from death. And have succeeded all too well."

I knew the horror in my eyes spoke of what they had done. The nightmares that walked the streets now seeking the living and their flesh. But I could not help it. I looked away as I said,"There is much more to tell you but I dare not until you are better. You must rest and get well. I have already said too much."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse Roadhen

She lay beneath me, warm and soft. I kissed her lips, then her neck, then her chest, carressing her breasts.
"Jesse," she said, whispering, playing with my hair.
"Yes," I said, removing my lips from her skin for only a moment, then going back to what I was doing, working my way down between her breasts, kissing the skin there.
"Umm," she said, slightly distracted.
I sucked a nipple between my lips, runing my tongue around the areola, then ran my tongue up her breast toward her collarbone, shifting my weight upward.
"Jesse," she said again, glancing over toward the window.
I penetrated her, pressing slowly inside her, feeling her warmth and dampness engulf me.
SHe caught her breath, holding it until I was deep inside, then whimpering as i halted and watched her face change. SHe let her breath out in a shuddering exhale, then whimpered as I started to pump slowly in and out of her.
She breathed heavily, temporarily distracted from what she'd intended to say, taken by the act for a few seconds.
SHe seemed to come around again, suddenly, looking up at me as if startled.
"Jesse," she said a third time.
"What's wrong, hon?"
I slowed, but didn't stop.
"I heard something..."
"Are you sure? It was probably just the wind."
"It...might have been."
She reached out and gripped my hips, pulling her into her. I followed her lead, pumping at her pace, watching her face change, her lips quiver.
She started again, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Jesse," she said. "Didn't you hear that?"
I stopped this time.
"Hear what?"
I listened for a second. Heard nothing.
She frowned, obviously worried, but shook her head. "Maybe...it is just the wind."
I thought for a moment.
"Go ahead," she said, pulling at my hips again.
I started to pump again, this time doing so uninterrupted for almost five minutes, my pace speeding up to heavy thrusts, before I heard a sound, like something heavy striking the outside wall of the house. Probably a tree limb falling from above, I thought, not even slowing my pace. SHe hadn't even heard this time. She was totally involved, her eyes closed and breathing more panting than anything else. She would come soon, I hoped, and in fact, was quite certain.
I increased my pace, driving in as deep as I could, wanting to push her over the edge.
I heard it again, this time loud and unignorable. I jumped back, startled, slipping out of her. She rolled over, laying flat on her chest and pulling the blankets over her.
"What was that?" She asked.
"I don't know," I replied. I jumped up and threw on a pair of pants, hearing the noise repeat itself twice in the process, followed by an inhuman howl.
"Jesse, don't go," she said, sitting up and reaching for me.
I grabbed my musket, loaded it, then threw on a shir as well.
"I'll be right back," I told her. "Just stay here."
I wandered out into the den, over to the door, and carefully stepped outside.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

So she did know me. I should have guessed, but what was this she spoke of? Others? Following in my footseps? A horror to all concerned, I was certain. But she'd shown his dismay over the events, and she spoke the truth in one case I was sure. In my current state, I was of little help to change things, as they are, or even as they were. The aches and pains I felt when i moved were enough evidence that the creature was at least my match when well.
But she had, as she stated, said too much already.
"Tell me more. Are they as strong as my creature? Do they hate their creators? So much depends on these things..."

 

[geri]

Nancy

I looked down at my hands which were clenched tightly in my lap. I wondered for a moment if I should refuse to tell him anything about them. I should never have opened up the subject but his revelation of who he was had been so startling it had taken me off guard.

Shouting moved past the closed door of the room and footsteps as yet another injured was brought in and I wondered if it was a victum of what we were speaking about or something else. Turning back to Victor I said,"They...they have created something...terrible. Something I hope you never intended to create." My voice shook and my knuckles were white as I continued. "The creations of the others are far beyond monsters. They are living dead that feed from those still living and, in doing so, create more of themselves."

I took a deep breath and forced myself to look him in the eyes. "Right now the monsters are few but, if they keep killing, their numbers will mount. Authorities are trying to flush them out but have only been partially successful. Soon...soon they will have to break the news to the citizens and I fear panic will be the result. Only those who might come in contact with victums of the monsters and police have been alerted to what is happening but word is leaking. They cannot keep this contained for long. Any body brought in with signs of being...consumed...is cremated immediatly. But that has not slowed the incidents."

 

[PmTick]

Gavin awoke in a barn in the south of the country. Not surprisigly, he couldn't remember how he got there. He sat up in the hay and tried to retrace his steps as if he was looking for a lost comb, a trick that Dr. Schwartz had taught him. "Let's see I was playing chess with Mrs. Crenshaw and sat down on the couch in the recreation room, then.....damn THEN WHAT!!! Why can't I remember anything??"

Gavin had arrived at the Rogall Mental Hospital two months ago. He had been left there by someone....who? He didn't remember. He just remembers working in the mines just before an explosion sent an iron pipe through his skull. (OOC That is a true story I heard I read about in a Psych class I took about a year ago.) By the grace of god he had survived yet found he coudn't remember anything that happened before the accident and he had a hard time forming new thoughts.

When he was unable to tell the nurses his own name, they named him Gavin Mathos after the man who owned the hospital because it seemed that whenever Mr. Mathos came to abuse his workers he would never remember anyone's name. Gavin didn't mind, he just wanted to find out why he had been cursed with this memory loss.

At that moment the doors to the barn opened and a constibable pulled Gavin out of the hay stack. "Alright Gavin, your coming with me back to Rogall." Gavin stared blankley at the man, "Have I met you before?" "Aye this is the third time this week I'm carring you back to Rogall, how do you keep slipping past the security?" "....I can't remember.." "Alright, hop in the wagon, I'll take ya back, this time stay!!"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

I was appalled. They'd actually done worse than I? Was that possible? While it sounded that the number of them was more an issue here than the strength of jsut one, the fact that this could spread to the living...?
I couldn't think further on it. The possibilities were dreaful.
"What can be done about this?" I muttered, more to myself. Certainly, the number of these creatures would be greatly growing, being as many would not be found in time to cremate.
"How long...? How...? Who started...?"
I couldn't finish. My head began to swim, my heart to pound in my ears. It was too much at once. The woman was correct. I needed to rest, but how restful would my sleep be?

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse

Movement in the woods caught my eye. I stepped forward, shouting "Who's there?"
No reply.
"Who's there?" I asked again, but in vain.
SLowly, I crept toward the sound, feeling the breeze pick up, slipping beneath my shirt, the contrast of its cool air and the warmth I'd been involved in just moments ago making me shiver.
I looked around, not seeing anyone, or anything, but knowing someone was out there. No animal would have ceased its pounding on the walls and not either attacked or run off. The disturbance was caused by a man, and a very brave one, if he intended to stay here.
I moved deeper into the woods, my eyes open, shifting from one place to another, waiting for the slightest movement. I saw none, then continued on, listening, moving toward where I'd heard the noise come from.
I moved almost forty yards into the woods before I saw it move, leaping forward on all fours, prancing frightened through the trees.
I raised the musket instinctually, then lowered it again, watching the deer hurry off through the trees.
"A deer," I muttered, smiling at my own reaction, then it occured to me that the deer couldn't have been the one pounding on the wall.
"Mara," i mutered, turning to look back at the house in time to hear the sound of glass breaking and her shriek.
I was moving at a sprint then, back toward the house, legs moving unsteadily beneath me. Halfway there, she shrieked again. I was inside then, moving back the hall, the musket out in front of me. Another voiced came from the room, muttering, "I meant you no...harm...I..."
I turned and looked inside. A large man, the ugliest I had ever seen, stood over Mara, his hand over her mouth as if he intended to silence her. Mara lay still, her hands gripping the wrists of the beastly man above her.
WHen he looked to me, I could see the pale features of his face, and the stitches running across his skin in various places.
He shook his head, raising his hands, appearing both afraid and angry at once.
"I menat no har--"
I raised the musket, taking aim, but he was moving, leaping through the shattered window and into the ight. I fired once, hoping to blindly hit the man, but he was gone.
Dropping the musket, I fell to Mara's side.
"Mara," I began, shaking her naked form bafore me, half-covered in the blanket,but not responding. Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep. Her head shook too easily, making me fear the worst injury.
"Mara," I said again, losing hope now.
I leaned down and lay my ear against her chest, still warm, and listened for a heartbeat.
After a minute passed, I closed my eyes and wept.

 

[geri]

Nancy

I reached for the cool cloth and began to bathe his forehead again. "Please, I am sorry I spoke so. I should not have mentioned it. You need rest. I will be right here if you need anything, I promise."

I tried to give him a reassuring smile as his head sank back on the pillow and I ran the cloth along his face, neck and temples. "I will answer more of your questions after you have slept."

I put the cloth back into the bowl of water and reached for his hands, taking them in mine and squeezing gently. I did not know what else to do. His physical wounds would heal given time but I was unsure about his phsycological ones.

As he relaxes against the pillows the door opens and one of the doctors stands there his form blocking out the light from the hallway.

"Nurse," He says in a voice weary from the day's work,"I see he has woken up. Has he said anything about who he is or what happened to him?"

I stood from the bed and walked to the doctor my eyes glancing back at the man laying on the bed. What should I tell him? What would he do if he knew this was the man that had started this horror that now roamed the streets of London?

"N...No," I said with only a little hesitation,"He seems to be disoriented and have some amnesia." It was partly the truth and I knew the doctor would not ask for more. I was right he looked at Victor and nodded. "Keep me posted," He said and then left the room. I closed the door and sighed. What had I done? And had I done the right thing? Looking back to Victor I knew that only time would tell.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Forgive me I forgot exactly how the story goes, are we in England or France? BTW, Quite Cool, I think HBO made another movie or miniseries in the 80's. I definatly remember watching an updated version of Frankenstein when I was much younger. I remember one episode or scene in particular where the monster joined a freakshow, befriending a midgit. I don't know does anyone recall anything like this?

Gavin sat in back of the wagon, waiting for the constable to take him back to Rogall. As he picked reminants of hay from his clothing he heard a great deal of commotion outside the wagon and then the constable, "Good lord!" Gavin peaked his head outside the wagon to see his home of two months in flames.

The constable leapt from the wagon and ran to the aid of the villagers, who had formed a fire line in hopes of extinguishing the flames. Gavin stepped out of the wagon and listened to the screams of the patients who were locked inside of their rooms, unable to escape.

Hours later the fire would finally end, but not without a staggering deathtoll. It seems that all the nurses, doctors, janitors, and security guards managed to escape. However, out of 200 patients, only 10 escaped Rogall that day. Gavin realized that all the observations the doctors had made were now mearley a pile of ashes, setting him back in his quest to find out why he is plauged with the absence of memory.

Gavin began to wonder if he would have been one of the 190 patients that lost their lives that night, had he not escaped from the hospital. He began to wonder if his disease is more of a blessing than a curse. The ward's staff seemed releaved they had all survived, forgetting about their patients. Perhaps modern science didn't seek to help him, rather observe him so that papers and studies could be written at his expense. Gavin definatly did not want to go back to that life. While everyone was sorting through the ashes Gavin slipped into the safety of the woods, leaving the small town and his past behind him.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

My sleep is broken, but not by awareness. Instead, dreams drag me from one to another, disturbing any chance of mental peace. AS I swim almost out of sleep, escaping one, another pulls me back. Some were of Elizabeth, and others of the monster, and some of childhood things long since forgotten.
I awake to my own mumblings, opening my eyes and hearing my last subconsciously spoken words. "I'm sorry, dear love."
I sit up and see the girl still sitting in the corner. I wonder if she had heard my words.
I feel oddl refreshed, and wonder how long I have slept this time. I looked her over for a moment, taking in her beauty and thinking, an angel; truly an angel.
"I must be off as soon as I can be. But I fear my health may keep me at bay from what it is I must do. How long until I can leave and face these ghosts of the past?"

 

[geri]

Nancy

OOC: My bad on the country, PM

IC: I looked up from my book as he spoke and wondered what memories tormented him now that there should be so much sorrow in his voice. "I must be off as soon as I can be. But I fear my health may keep me at bay from what it is I must do. How long until I can leave and face these ghosts of the past?" He said and I rose and put down my story though I had not even been able to concentrate enough to know what I had read. Sitting on the edge of the bed I began to look under the bandages to see how his wounds were healing though I knew the answer already. Physically he would be fine. It was not his physical health I was worried about now.

I sat back and sized up his mental state in order to know how much I could safely tell him. He seemed to be feeling much better and so I decided on the truth, though not an unvarnished one. "You have slept for several more days," I said,"And the doctor has pronounced your wounds healing safisfactorily. Any time you wish to leave the hospital you may but..." I paused and told myself that this was none of my business but something inside me would not let it be. "But you will still need time to regain all of your strength before tackling your monster again. The doctors...they don't know who you are. I advise you not to tell them. They only know you have lost part of your memory and, honestly, they are too busy to delve any deeper than that. This...calamity has caused the hospital to be busier than ever. One stranger with no memory is not the highest on their list of concerns. To be quite frank they will be happy for the bed."

Standing I went to the window and looked out onto the street. What I was about to say next would put me right in the midst of this whole thing but I was drawn to this sad, sorrowful man and I could not just turn him out on the street with no friends to help. "I...I have a flat on he outskirts of London. You could stay there until you are stronger and no one would need to know who you are or what your history is."

 

[poohlive]

A haze of memories flooded his mind. Nothing he could distinguish, more like speeding pictures too blurry for him to see. Dirk's eyes finally settled on one image.
The pillow across the room. It was pink and purple, sitting on a small chair. Around it, hundreds of small knick knacks littered the floor. Some were of children, other of lovers. All of them were in fits of excitement.
An arm reached over his shoulder, and a body pressed up close to his. He could feel the warm breath carress the back of his neck. It sent shivers down his spine.
She purred, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
He seemed to stretch, not breaking her touch, but merely moving under it, "Very well. Thank you very much."
He could feel her foot trace lightly over his, and then wrap it around, "You don't have to go. My husband won't be home until this afternoon."
He turned, letting her form go over him, reaching up, he kissed that face. One that showed him pure love and devotion. Despite that it wasn't his bed, he knew he was always welcome.
"I know dear, but we leave at noon. There is nothing I can do. France is calling me."
She nodded, a pouty look on her face. Honestly, he didn't like it any better than she did. An entire month without The Madam of Rousille? Utterly unthinkable.
Finally sitting up in the bed, he looked around for his pants. In the heat of passion many clothes had been flung. They hung on the draped, one leg jutting out into the air. Puting them on, he went in search of other clothing.
"I could come with you. Just tell him I'm going on holiday. You could take me, and we can make love every night, just you and I."
He had considered that, very much so. Her husband would never allow it though. He barely trusted her when he left on business. Everyone knew he took another woman to bed with him each night, if only he knew who was in his own though.
"We both know that can't happen. Just stay, I shall write to you, once a week. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."
She stood, her naked figure coming up and holding him closely, "Don't forget me."
"I couldn't possibly," he kissed her, and then showed himself out.
Five minutes later he stood in front of a large carriage, settled with most of his worldy possessions. Joking with the driver, he finally saw his company come out.
His old time friend Bruce and his trainer Bob. Both of them were excited to see him.
"Hey, she didn't wear you out, did she?"
He smiled, shaking his head, "So, are we off?"
"Not quite yet. It seems there is going to be some delays. We need to wait for appropiate papers to safely go into France. If we wait on the edge of London, we are sure to pick them up within the next day or so."
Dirk nodded, getting into the carriage and sitting himself comfortably, "We will get breakfast first, won't we?"
"Already taken care of," Bruce took out a basket containing a variety of food. Digging in greedily, he was ready for them to depart.
With a slight jolt, they were on there way.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Victor

i loked at her form as the light from outside silhouetted her. Dark, but surrounded by the light, she was indeed an angel, and it seemed she may very well have been my guardian angel, sent to save me from my own recklessness.
I would have departed, weak and not ready for the journey to...wherever HE was, or IT was as seemed more appropriate. SHe was saving me from that fate, one that, at her mention, seemed insane, while a moment before her words implied it, it had seemed so reasonable.
Elizabeth, I think for a moment. Is this your incarnate? Could it possibly be?
I shake the idea from my mind.
"I would be grateful, but I want to be as little bother as I can," I reply.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Np, but really what country are we in?

Gavin awoke next to an extinguished campfire. "...Ugh...not again. Let me retrace my steps." Gavin remembered running away from someone, but why? He remember being hungry, but he wasn't hungry anymore so he must have eaten. Upon further examination, Gavin found a partially eaten squirrel on a stick by the fire. As filling as squirrel was, Gavin craved the taste of finely aged cheese and tea, perhaps if he were to go to the hospital he could steal some food from one of the orderlies. Gavin got up and headed toward the hospital, seeking a warm meal.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse

When the burial was complete, I stood beside the grave, looking down at the dirt with disbelief that my bride lay beneath.
How? I thought. And why?
I hadn't stopped crying since it had happened, not until the night before. The stories that had seemed to be the fantasies of madmen, were as of late, proving to be true. The dead were walking, actually multiplying. And Frankenstien's monster really existed. I hadn't believed the tales, not one word, but it seemed the evidence was far too clear to ignore now.
It had to have been his monster. It ran, and from what I'd heard, the walking dead did not run, or even show signs of intelligence. This creature had spoken, but it hadn't been human.
"Victor Frankenstien," I muttered.
"Do not be fooled child," the priest replied. I'd thought he'd left, but apparently, I was wrong.
I looked to him.
"I believe you have thoughts of anger in your mind," he added. "Retribution will not bring her back. And in anger, you will not be able to let her go. It is wise, my son, to move on."
"Move on?" I asked. I looked back to the grave, waited for the tears. None came.
Why couldn't I cry? I'd cried constantly, and now I felt worse than I had on any of those occasions. Now, when i finally faced the undeniable truth, watching her body being lowered into the ground, I could not cry, could not release the pain and fear...and anger.
"How can i move on? Look whats it's done. Look what it's taken."
"It is in the past."
"No, not the past. I live for her now," I replied. He knew what I meant, and he fell silent.
"Both the creature and the man who created it shall pay for this tragedy. I will see to that..."
I turned away from him, then heard his feet moving across the grass as he moved away. I glanced over, seeing him walk, his eyes closed, his hand crossing his chest, his head hanging low.

OOC: okay, if you're looking for Nancy and Victor, they're in London. Dirk...I'm not sure where Dirk is. Jesse is in France, near paris.

 

[boatwarrior]

The story takes place in France


OOC: Major James Michaels
Ht: 5'10"
Wt: 175
Age: 26
A man of little words, Major Michaels is a gentleman depite the years of war with the Brits. Although generally peacefull, he is know to explode when standing up for his beliefs, and never fails to have his Army issued sabre by his side.

It was a cold, dark night when the ship, HMS Hawthorne, pulled in to Charbourg. Shrugging off the cold, I clammer down the gangway looking about. Suddenly I spot a carriage, " Ahh there's my ride.." I walk up to the extravegant wagon and talk to the driver. After an hour of negotiations, I meet his greed, and I'm off to Paris. The ride being shorter than I thought, I find a hotel to rest for the day. " Tomorrow I'll look for Jean. The next morning I make my way to the caretaker's desk, " Excuse me good sir, but could you tell me who can help me find someone?"
" Well, if zay ar locel I could help zou, Misour."
" I am looking for a Misour Jean LeClaire."
" Zee is on Le Blanc Rd., 133."
I say my thank you, as I am walking out the door.
After spending all morning looking, I finally find the place. " Wow the place is kind of run down?" I ask myself as I bang on the heavy wood door. I am greeted by an old lady, half senile if you ask me. Well it would seem the good captain took ill. Now I just have to find St. George Hospital. It is dark by the time I find the place. As I enter I am hit with the smell of death. " God, not this again."
" Not what, Sir? "
I whip around to face the sweet voice and to my pleasure I and confronted by lovely young lady, maybe 20,21. Fixated on her lovely auburn hair I absently say, "Oh, its just the scent of the dead and dying that's all."
" Hello, Madame perhaps you could assist me? I am looking for a Jean LeClaire, and his maid told me he was here."
"Yes he WAS here, he died a forthnight ago."
I keep back my composure as I hold back the emotion building inside. I smile a little. "Was he a good friend, Sir?"
"Call me James please, and yes he was, he saved my life in the War in the Americas with the Brits."
Catching a grinish smile from the nurse, I notice the circles under her eyes. "You look tired, Have you been busy?"
" Why yes, I have."
" I have not dined yet, would you care to join me? I would like to talk to you about Jean.........."

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Ok I'm in England then

Gavin managed to get into the hospital through an open window on the second floor. He quickly located some scrubs in a closet and made his way to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Gavin grabbed as much food as he could, hiding some of it in his clothing. Hearing someone coming into the room, he stopped and hid in an empty cupboard. Suddenly things began to get dark, "Oh no....not again...must stay...awake..."

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Right now Dirk's company is leaving London for France. Still in the England though, for now. (hint hint, wink wink)




Dirk saw the famous restaurant as they stopped, the windows, although small, could easily take out the eatery. Dirk as the first to step out, his stomach wailing with hunger.
"Do we eat?" Saliva began to fil his mouth.
"Yes, yes, come in."
A table was already waiting for them. In no time eggs, sausage and pancakes with syrup were piled up on his plate. He had seconds of everything, devouring like a man who hadn't eaten in years. Sex did that to him, made him ache for food.
Not to mention more sex.
Finally wiping his mouth clean, Dirk sat back, relaxing.
"Do we know of the opponent yet?"
"No one knows yet. I think they are deliberately keeping it a secret so we are caught off guard."
Dirk waved his hand, "It is no matter. All and all it's a stupid frenchman who'll be traipsing around in that ring. My fists will make short work of him."
"Jolly good," they toasted to that. Coffee and tea, mostly, but a toest just the same. As soon as everyone had their fill, they were off once again.
"How much farther?"
"Well, it'll be a good couple 5 or so hours until we reach the edge of the city. Don't worry, there is a hotel waiting for us."
Dirk nodded, leaning back in his seat. Nothing much to do now except sleep and wait.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jesse

I was moving within a couple days, heading North to the nearest small town, certain that the creature wouldn't visit so large a city as Paris. When I reached the small villa (i didn't bother to learn the name), I headed straight fo rthe tavern. Stories travelled best among those who were well into their cups.
"I hear that the dead are walking to the north," One old drunkard said.
"I hear the same, but it was to the South..." Another replied.
"I hear it was north and south, not to mention damn near everywhere else. ANd I hear that the epidemic, as they're calling it, is rapidly spreading."
THis last man spoke too well to be drunk. I decided I required his attention.
"Sir," I began, catching all of their attentions. "You who spoke last, might I have a moment of your time?"
The man agreed, and upon much questioning, I learned a good deal of information. It was ideed Frankenstien's monster who'd done this. The creature had been seen in several places locally, and had killed more than just my wife. And something else, something about these walking corpses. Again Frankenstien? I wanted to ask, but he went into a tirade of old wars stories, and I excused myself, deciding to venture to Paris afterall, wanting to secure this information I'd just recieved.

 

[PmTick]

Gavin awoke hours later in the cupboard he had passed out in. It was late now and no one else was in the cafeteria. He slanked out of the small enclosure and headed toward the door, carefully looking to see if anyone was in the area first. He inched down the hallway until he heard someone whistleing down the hall. Gavin tried to open a heavy wooden door in to his right, but it was locked. He tried the next door but that was locked as well, the melody was getting closer and closer. By the graces of god the next door was open. Gavin slammed it behind him, hoping he wouldn't be discovered.

After about ten minutes Gavin realized he was in the clear, but he was in no hurry to leave his hiding spot. It seems he stumbled into a pristine office, complete with a finely crafted desk, a beautiful bookcase, and a newley polished marble chess set. "Maybe I can swipe some of this stuff and sell it," he thought to himself.

Gavin noticed a series of notes layed on the desk, with a few sketches of a human brain. He read the notes to himself, "It seems my first attempt has proven unsuccesful, the being twitched for a few minutes before collapsing and liquifying. Perhaps I will try to increase the output before activating the subject. " Gavin read on to find a series of failed experiments of some sort, finally it seems the writer's luck turned. "I have finally done it, the creature is living and breathing. I kept him chained last night but soon I will teach him the ways of a gentleman." He countinued to read on, "Tragedy struck me last night. It seems that during the night the creature escaped. I underestimated its strength, for it broke right through its chains, killing the guard and escaping into the night. Luckily I have prepared for this."

That was the last entry in the book. Gavin started to hear the whisteling again, this time it seemed like it was right outside the door. He grabbed the notes along with a few of the chess pieces and an expensive looking book that layed on the desk, beside the notes. Gavin pryed open the window and hit the ground running into the streets.


OOC: QC, am I taking too many liberties having my character find this book. If so please tell me and I will edit my post accordingly