Alright, so I originally wrote this as kind of a homage to Frankenstein. It contains elements from pretty much every Frankenstein movie I've ever seen, which is probably about 6 or 7 by now. I tryed to retain alot of the original elements of different versions of Frankenstein (ie, spelling Igor Ygor, his assistant Fritz, his father Alphonse, etc.) I wrote it a while back for school but I kind of added like 4 paragraphs at the beginning and a more resolving end.

Anyways, points if you can name all the tiny little pieces of other Frankenstein movies/books I've put in there and shit.

Prometheus

A man, perhaps 35, clad in an all white gown similar to a doctor's, cried out into the night, as a bolt of thunder shocked a rod leading down to a chain suspended metal bed; and in front of him, dormant, lie a monster made of old flesh and rotted human. The beast was created by man; a melting pot of decayed flesh from newly buried corpses, stolen only the day prior, and skinned animal hide where all else failed, made from the bones of molded skeletons dug from the deepest and oldest graves of Transylvania.

Behind the man, two lab assistants watched breathlessly; one, a common man dressed in similarly styled white doctor's gown and clad in dirty, wire framed glasses, beat up from previous expenditures into grave robbing, watching closely with a look of cautiousness on his face; the other, a hunchbacked man who seemed to be as much of a monster as the lifeless golem lying in front of him. The hunchbacked man was covered with tatters that were dirty from grave digging, and his face was filled with unkempt hair, from hair that was long enough to go to his chest leading to a full beard that cloaked his face with a strange air of mystery, altogether making his appearance like that of an ogre before that of a human.

Above them, a bolt of lightning struck a long rod attached to a wire, leading straight down to small conductor bolts fixated on the monsters neck; a yellow-blue flash jettisoned down the wire heating it to melting point and all the way into the creature's neck. The shock lifted the monster up by the force of the electricity, and the monster stayed hovering above the stone slate at a low inch. The bolts began to glow a magnificent red and orange as the old skin it was attached to charred black and smoked, leaving a smell of death hanging upon the air, and for a split second the room that was pitch black to nothing but the dim blue fire of pilot lights and candles was illuminated brightly with the glow of thunder.

The middle-aged man in the center moved forward and prodded the golem with a small plastic rod, and the once lifeless husk responded in turn with a short, deep moan that echoed through the laboratory; the once used vocal passages again reverberated with the voice of a human being, and the man moved back again from his creation. The monsters arm began to twitch suddenly as it lifted through the air, and it's eyelids began to flutter and twitch open revealing bleach white, lifeless eyes like that of a dead persons.

The scientist looked on in awe, struck blind by the glory of his creation. He looked upon the beast and in a dramatic manner raised his arms and yelled in his loudest voice.

"It's alive!"

His voice echoed through the air as he continued:

"I am a man who challenged and defeated god! Fritz! Ygor! Remember this day forever as I, the mortal Prometheus, stole God's precious fire of life and given it to man; I have duplicated his most holy creation with no more than his spare parts. I am equal- no, I am God himself! The most precious creation of all, long thought lost to death, triumphed with mere hard work. I have mastered the alchemy that is life!"

The man was then interrupted by another large moan, and he turned around to view the creature plant his hand firmly against the stone table; with a large heave, the creature again exhaled and lifted himself up slowly. The being stood naked and tall, far above the doctor and his assistants, towering at what appeared to be 8 feet tall at least. The beast looked upon the doctor and his assistants almost lifelessly, not as a living being but as a soulless fetus more than a fully formed human. The aberration looked intently at the doctor, and a tear began to roll down his face as if he were crying.

The doctor looked at him with a glitter in his eyes, but behind him the man called Fritz looked on, in sharp contrast to his superior, great fear. He began shaking nervously before he broke his silence: "Victor, do you realize what you have done here?" The man continued with a broken voice. "You haven't created life Victor, you have created a monster."

The man called Victor responded kindly, with a sense of dissatisfaction in his voice. "Fritz, you fool. This monster has feelings as any human would. Look- the beast even sheds tears. You are my assistant Fritz. You know as well as I do that feelings come with the human brain."

Fritz looked back at the doctor with a look of surprise and sadness- "Doctor, you fool. You know even better than I do that the tears are purely involuntary. The beast has no trace of humanity in him at all... The brain is long past dead. This monster is running on pure instinct. Those tears are nothing more than just a tool to lubricate the eyes. You haven't bred a creation that will serve any purpose other than to help itself. Do not let that thing leave here. All it will do is kill. Eat. Rest. This is no achievement; this will not better humanity. It will only ruin it."

The doctor looked back at Fritz, and sternly replied. "Fritz, you are a fool. You know nothing of my work. I have toiled my life away for this. You were merely a tool for me to have my way. Go now. Disappear before I have you removed from my castle at once."
Fritz looked at the Doctor in the eyes; he knew nothing he would say would stir the man from his cause. He knew nothing he could do could stop the monster. He silently left the laboratory, taking off his dirty lab coat and leaving. He walked through the dark, dirty halls of the castle and wondered what would become of Frankenstein and his monster. He could not shake the feeling that no matter what came of it, it would be terrible.

Fritz walked to his room; over a year earlier he had begged and pleaded to be let into the chamber of the castle to the owner- Alphonse Frankenstein. In that short time Alphonse had died and been seceded by Victor Frankenstein, his son. Fritz remembered the delight in finding that the Frankenstein family was one of peace, and never wealth, and had given up ruling their small borough of Romania to a separate, laborious ruling family on the outskirts of Transylvania, allowing the Frankenstein family to live in peace as they strived for a greater understanding of science.
More than anything, however, Fritz remembered Victor's shock at finding his father dead; the man had merely collapsed of age in his room as he walked into his bed during the dreary hours of the winter night. Since then a year had past and the winter had again consumed Transylvania in darkness. The castle was high and on a cliff, perched against a large, deep swamp like lake.

The nights were eerie; the sounds of wolves could be heard through the trees of Transylvania and the moon reflected of Swan Lake as it was called, and shone dimly into Fritz' room, and aside from the dim radiance of a candle on his nightstand no light would be in his room until dawn broke.

Fritz went and got into his bed, lying above his cheap, uncomfortable covers; even though the Frankenstein family was once a ruling one at one time, it was by no means wealthy at this period in time. While Victor Frankenstein had truly fancied himself as a doctor, he was never a working man; he was a college dropout and unemployed researcher of galvanism.

He gently fell asleep at the turn of the hour, but was confronted by a shallow sleep of horrific nightmares and visions. He awoke nearly an hour later, to the sight of Ygor opening his door in a frantic fit of rage.

***

"Ye fool, Fritss, you scared the monster! It has went threw the drawbridge and has escaped the cassle! Now the munster may go into town and scare all the peeple there... yew idiot fool, you let it out and now it may be destroy'd!"

Ygor spoke, and Fritz understood even through all of his drunken, slurred sentences and thick Hungarian accent. He got up and went to Victor's quarters briskly, undaunted by the dark hallways and the thick, mossy bricks that separated every room. He ran for a time and arrived at Victor's room, and looking inside saw the fireplace alight with the splendor of fire. All he could see in the room was his empty bed that appeared to have been torn up- something that was odd as an occurrence as he had been only neat and tidy to all of his belongings in the past. Above his fireplace was a large portrait of Wolfgang Frankenstein. The man had began the Frankenstein family and from the picture seemed to be a strong, handsome man, with a deep stare- contrary to Victor's small, frail looks and quiet eyes, which were even weaker with his bookish glasses.

He ran back out into the foyer of Castle Frankenstein, the closest room Victor could have possibly been at. Again, nothing, but this time an empty library of books. He looked around, leaving no stone unturned in his search; the desk that Frankenstein had used to write his notes as well as letters to his brother, fighting in a skirmish in a different country, and a library of books of several subjects, with none missing other than a few small books of medicine, and a small plethora of books on body decay, surgery and taxidermy.
He ran again through the dank hallways and into the laboratory; the once neatly laid out notes and beakers for experiments were thrown about in a furious mess. The only thing that was untouched seemed to be the stone slate that the abhorred monster itself was born on. It was merely a thought to him, but perhaps the creature did have feelings. He quietly surveyed the room as he shushed the feeling from his mind at all.

He ran back out into the hallway and through the large wooden doors out of the castle; the gate was always open as the Frankenstein family had no enemies, so Fritz easily walked right out through the large, wooden drawbridge; the only thing he could even notice was the thick smell of muck and decay coming from the swamp below him, and the sound of frogs and flies whirring by in their cat-and-mouse fashion.

He looked around frantically, but to no avail; the darkness kept him from seeing even past the edge of the drawbridge as he gave up searching for Frankenstein or his monster. He fell to his knees and began to pray to god; not for himself, nor Victor, but for the monster to be swiftly erased from human memory before anything horrible could happen.

And just as he began to pray, he heard a loud yell followed by an ear-piercing moan; the man called Victor had clearly yelled a command to the devil, and Fritz darted off to find them. He ran to the drawbridge and removed a torch from a mount on the wall; the flame was burning strong, but it was hardly enough to cut past the thick winter fog.

Fritz ran out of the castle and onto a lone dirt path; the only exit from Frankenstein's castle which made it an impenetrable fortress in the bygone days when the now peaceful family had a need for battle. The night was quiet other than the faraway cry of wolves and the patter of feet slamming against the ground in a hurried rush of paranoia and worry.

Fritz came to a halt at the end of the long and winding road; from there it was a fork, one way leading to the only beach and landing point of the nebulous depth that was Swan Lake; the other, to a small village at the heart of Romania. Fritz sat and wondered at which way to go for a split second before hearing another earth-shaking moan from what sounded like the monster from the lake. He investigated yet again, running to the lake.

It was not long before Fritz ran into the doctor again; he looked the sobbing doctor in the eyes and asked: "Where is he."

Frankenstein looked up, only registering his words seconds after he said them, and slowly responded. "Adam..."

It was only seconds after saying this that Fritz realized that the monster had been named Adam. He looked the doctor at the eyes straight on and yelled again. "Where is he!?" He began to repeat the question several times over, revealing no answers every time. "Victor... Where is he?!?" He pulled back his hand and struck Victor, leaving a scorching red mark aligned between his right cheek and nose; the Doctor regained a semblance of thought and replied solemnly to Fritz.

"Ygor opened the gate... Adam left through it and went to the lake... He found a girl there. I saw him joyfully play like a child. I thought of myself as a father, Fritz. He was beautiful; the girl saw the goodness that he had inside of him. He played with her for hours, Fritz. But he is not educated; he is a behemoth with a child's brain. A vortex of nothingness. He picked her up. She seemed so happy- almost as if she was floating. He didn't realize his strength. He threw her into the lake and she screamed as she drowned... The girls name. It was Maria... A girl died, and for nothing, in Swan Lake."

Fritz looked at him with weariness. "What of the monster?" He asked, confident in that he could now destroy it.
"He went in after. He got her out after she died... He ran. The girl's father saw and shot him... I believe it was a hunting rifle. He shot it right into his heart... I could hear the poor child scream in agony as he died. The man took the body and went away to the village."

Fritz looked away at him, and said to him sternly. "Dr. Frankenstein. You know as well as I do that the core of the monster were mere tubes. The intricacies of a heart are far too complex to build with human hands. The brain of the monster was that of a drifter's whose body we dug up for the sole purpose of this experiment. The monster had no feelings at all."

Frankenstein looked calmly at Fritz. He slowly gathered his thoughts and replied. "Fritz... You are right. I have sinned against the great lord himself. I birthed a child without the essence of a woman; I am not a god, nor some genius who discovered the secret to life and death. I am nothing, as much of a devil as the creature Adam himself. Please. Leave me. I intend to die with the beast. Please. Cherish the memory of my father and all of my ancestors, and take care of the castle. I must go now."

Dr. Frankenstein went calmly into the lake. He sullenly treaded the murky waters that the child before had such delight in. The calm, educated Victor Frankenstein, whose frail stature gave way to sharp, handsome looks once symbolized the epitome of science, at the peak of his physical and mental prime, now stood waist deep in murky waters, dirty from running and digging from even the night before. He walked deeper and deeper.

And no one ever heard of Dr. Frankenstein again.