My new ending to Mary Shelly's Frankenstein.

We had an assignment... it was to write a new ending to Frankenstein.

Walton in Continuation:
My Dearest Sister,

You have heard this strange tale which fills my heart with horror. Can you not feel the terror pulsing through your veins as well? My friend, Victor, fell much more ill than prior his already disturbing health. As I cared for my fatally ill-stricken friend, the crew wanted to mutiny. Even in his dire predicament, poor Victor fought up and convinced the crew to hold off one day longer to consider their decision.

The poor man lay in his death bed and upon the night the crew made up their mind to go home, Victor died.

I felt it in my slumber, his death awakening me. I flitted to his quarters and found the creature looming over the corpse. In a gruff mutilated voice, mumbles rolled out over the body.

"FIEND! Dastardly creature! You have tormented my friend until the life was lifted from his very body! Praise his tormented soul retreated to heaven rather than his hateful heart drag him to the very pits of hell!" I cried to him using my fist to show my agitation.

The awful creature turned to me with his grotesque mask excreting fluids which his dis-proportioned skin could not hold with inside him. I turned my face and he looked at me with curiosity and a grin which held a secret on his lips.

The creature held up his hands to show his intentions were harmless. "Peace my friend. Listen to me and try to understand my words for they are beyond what the mind can easily comprehend. You call me the culprit to Victor. Victor, my victim to cruel torturous deeds. This is not true. You do not understand. Victor created me, he was my father, my mortal god. Only as to you, he explained me as a physical being, as if I could actually walk and talk. As if I spoke to other humans than just him and scare people besides only himself. This is far from the truth."

My eyes which have been averting his this whole time were now locked onto his as horrifying as they were. My eyes were filled with confusion and the creature could tell.

"I can see the distress in your eyes. This is what I must explain. Victor created me in his mind, I am a mere hallucination of the monster within himself. I notice questions bubbling up from you, but you must hear my complete tale before I answer them. Victor had worked so hard on creating a being and giving it life, the moment it failed, I was born. Not being able to deal with failutre, he convinced himself that the creature, myself, had come to life. After my birth, Victor soon became very ill, taking on two personalities at one time is not an easy accomplishment. During his dementia, his hatred for his little brother grew as he was receiving the life that Victor so desperately wanted back. He had used me to destroy his little brother, but still be innocent of all crimes. When I approached him, asking for a woman to accompany me in my misery, it was truly Victor's own desire to be with Elizabeth speaking through me. He fought with me whether it was right nor not.
"Thus doing so, he decided to destroy my wife within destroying his urges of being with his dearest Elizabeth. He sought Clerval as competition to his beloved. Victor was set upon the thought that if he could not have her, than no man shall. Using me to cover for himself, he had me murder Clerval and upon the night of his wedding, I strangled his wife to death for Victor could no longer fight the urges to be with her. If she were dead, then she would be able to ignore. How sick poor Victor was.
"Convinced there was another being murdering his loved ones, he followed his creation of the inner monster deep into the northern region driving himself to extreme deprivation of nourishment. During his malnourished phase, he had lost me and was then picked up by you upon you vessel."

The creature looked upon me as if his tale had been unfolded. I waited fo the creature to continue, but he did not.

"May I make my inquiries?" I asked.

He nodded towards me motioning me to continue.

"If you are a mere figment of Victor Frankenstein's imagination, then how am I to spectate the very image of you?"

A deep grottling rumble shook my very core, I took this to be the creature's laugh.

"I got so caught up with this epic, that I forgot to include the utmost important detail. You and Victor are one in the same. He is you and you are him. As I am a figment of Victor's imagination, so are you. Upon creating a monster within himself, he also needed to create a personality that represented his innocence. You are the result of that."

Oh Margaret, I would be lying if this was not the most surprising information I encountered throughout this shock-fest of an evening. I tried to argue with the being.

"That is most false!" I declared. "I have a life back home. That of a quaint home and a darling sister who is married to her husband, my brother-in-law! Your words are simply not so."

At this point the creature's voice came to the volume of just below a boom.
"Can you not accept the truth as Victor did? You are more like him than I expected!"

"How did I pick up Victor in his state if it is fact that I don't exist? That cannot be explained!"

"Oh dear cousin, but it can. You see, Victor found a crew a little before this destination as of where we are now approximately a week ago. He had gathered them to come find me, but told them he was simply looking for new discoveries. That is where your life began. Can you answer why you felt it was the only thing to do with your life to come out here? Just for adventure? Is that your only answer?"

I shook my head in disbelief not being able to take in the disturbing information.

"But I have all these memories! And what of Margaret who I write so often?"

The creature sighed, "The memories you obtain are what Victor had set in there, and your dearest Margaret," at this the creature chuckled, "that is the faint memory of Elizabeth. Her husband is Victor's friend Henry Clerval. Oh! The suffering Victor's mind had put him through and now, now he lay dead. Still to never wander the earth again."

I looked with insight, "How can both you and I exist if our creator is dead?"

"Ah, as Victor was smart, as are you. What you see here is the persona of Victor. Victor was too sick to continue and I too savage to exist. If another were to walk into this room, they'd only view you speaking upon and empty room and a vacant bed. You'd be stamped as an imbecile and carried away to an institution, though who am I to say you don't belong in one?" he seemed to chuckle at his own thought.

"This is madness you speak and I will hear no more of it! I simply find it much to difficult to understand your words!" I cried in pure passion.

The monster stared me down with lazy eyes and I searched within my being only knowing oh too well the horrifying truth. My eyes softened and returned to the creature, "If I am to be the primary persona, then what is to be your fate?"

He looked away with despair out the cabin porthole. "I am to vanquish myself in a smoldering fire as that is the only way I can find symbolic enough to cease my existence." His head lifted to find my eyes, "And you my friend, what are your plans?"

I pondered upon this and my eyes lit with such treasures. "I am going to live my life as a jolly fellow should to return to Victor all his tormented hours and to you all the love for neglect and hatred."

The creature's lips turned into a twisted smile, "Remember, I will always be lurking in the deepest parts of your thoughts, over shadowed by your portion. As we all know, there's a little monster in all of us. And you, dear friend, are no exception."

And with that, he slipped out the window and jumped into the frozen sea. I retired to my chambers to write you this letter, Elisabeth, and I am now on my journey home to rejoice my new found life and live out my days in happiness. I must watch my sanity though, I refuse to be bound and gagged then thrown upon the shore only to be dragged to an asylum.
I shall return home as soon as possible if I am not diagnosed with Cabin Fever before my return.

With Love Always,
Robert "Victor" Walton.