The Arctic Wastelands: our final resting place
After I murdered Elizabeth Lavenza, I fled. I left Victor Frankenstein to dwell on his losses. I wanted him to feel as helpless and lonely as I was. I had succeeded in taking my revenge upon my cursed creator. I soon learned that Victor's father, Alphonse, had died of grief. I felt a twinge of regret upon hearing this. I had only meant to cause such grief to Victor. I felt sorry for the old man who reminded me slightly of M. De Lacey. Still, Victor had lost a very important person. His father. I never had a father and now Victor's was gone.
After the death of his father, Victor began to hunt me down. He, I knew, wanted to kill me. For a good reason though. I had caused him as much misery as he had caused me. Did I not want to destroy him when I first learned what he had done to me? I had not known what it was like to love or to be loved. Victor had known. He had people who loved him, but I took that away from him.
I was a coward. I did not want to meet my deserved fate. I fled from his wrath. I left taunting messages on trees egging him on. I made my trail obvious and the poor fool followed accross Europe. He chased me further and further north until he was chasing me in a dogsled across the icy wastelends of the arctic circle. I could easily withstand the cold, and he could not. In an isolated village, in Russia I stole a dog sled, some dogs, and a whole store of winter food. I knew Victor would catch me if I continued on foot, and my dog sled was a masive asset which allowed me to cross the icy wasteland with great speed. My dog sled was only a few miles ahead of Victor's and he kept gaining until we were less than a mile from eachother. At first, I feared that he would catch me. I then realized, he was just a human. He may have been cruel and intelligent, but he was a human. I was superior. He would never be able to outlast me. He would eventually grow tired and weak. Sure enough, he began to die. The climate and constant activity was too much for his human body. We were now so far North that we were moving on top of the frozen Arctic Ocean. After a few days of this travel, I thought that surely Victor would give up or die. I slowed my pace, but then to my horror, I saw Victor standing on top of a large hill of snow, he was know very, very close. He sped towards me, and I forced my dogs onward. He was within earshot when the storm began. Howling wind, and sheets of snow filled the air, I continued on at a quick pace, and with grim satisfaction, I knew that Victor could not possibly find me through the thick blizzard. In a few hours when the snow cleared, I looked behind me to see if Victor was still near me, but the ice behind me had gone. In its place was the turbulent and frigid waters of the Arctic. I thought I had finally lost Victor, when I spotted a dot on the horizon coming nearer and nearer, the chase was still on. I had a feeling that Victor was dying, and that he needed a rest. The opportunity to stop him came a few hours later, when I discerned the shape of a ship that was trapped in the ice. I lead Victor on in the direction of the ship. I felt a touch of pirty for my creator, and I figured that if he were to die, at least he should be warm and comfortable. Knowing that the humans aboard it would take him in and keep him warm untill he died, I rode past the ship, and Victor followed. When he saw the ship however, he stopped, and fashioned his sleigh into a boat and he began to paddle out to the ship. He was taken aboard. My plan was complete, he could not catch for he was going to die on the ship, this I was sure of.
I waited near the ship for a few days, waiting for news of Victor's demise. Sure enough, one day heard a cry from the captain's cabin. Without a second of hesitation, I boarded the ship and entered the captain's cabin to pay my respects to Victor Frankenstein. He was the bringer of my life. No matter how miserable it was, he had given me a life, and I had lead to his demise. The overwhelming guilt and grief crushed me when I saw his body in the bed of the captain's cabin. The captain had left. Victor had a rested expression of serenity on his face. I reached out one of my hideous hands to touch the being who given me life. I heard the door open, and the captain came back into the cabin, he was shocked to see me, and I cried out miserably, that Victor too was my victim. The captain was furious at me, Victor had clearly told him our whole story, and he called me a fiend and a hypocrit who " throws a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed laments the fall." I tried halfheartedly to defend myself, but he was right I was a monster. I told him that I would leave to the far North, and from there I would lie down on my own funeral pyre and set myself alight. I told the captain that he would be the last human to see me. Then I jumped out the window of the boat. I let my dogs free, and then I leaped onto a large block of ice, and I sailed on it accross the Ocean, and away to the North. After a month of hardships I reached more wastelands further in the North. I went deep into these barren lands. Never to come back. Any day now I will end my life...........
After the death of his father, Victor began to hunt me down. He, I knew, wanted to kill me. For a good reason though. I had caused him as much misery as he had caused me. Did I not want to destroy him when I first learned what he had done to me? I had not known what it was like to love or to be loved. Victor had known. He had people who loved him, but I took that away from him.
I was a coward. I did not want to meet my deserved fate. I fled from his wrath. I left taunting messages on trees egging him on. I made my trail obvious and the poor fool followed accross Europe. He chased me further and further north until he was chasing me in a dogsled across the icy wastelends of the arctic circle. I could easily withstand the cold, and he could not. In an isolated village, in Russia I stole a dog sled, some dogs, and a whole store of winter food. I knew Victor would catch me if I continued on foot, and my dog sled was a masive asset which allowed me to cross the icy wasteland with great speed. My dog sled was only a few miles ahead of Victor's and he kept gaining until we were less than a mile from eachother. At first, I feared that he would catch me. I then realized, he was just a human. He may have been cruel and intelligent, but he was a human. I was superior. He would never be able to outlast me. He would eventually grow tired and weak. Sure enough, he began to die. The climate and constant activity was too much for his human body. We were now so far North that we were moving on top of the frozen Arctic Ocean. After a few days of this travel, I thought that surely Victor would give up or die. I slowed my pace, but then to my horror, I saw Victor standing on top of a large hill of snow, he was know very, very close. He sped towards me, and I forced my dogs onward. He was within earshot when the storm began. Howling wind, and sheets of snow filled the air, I continued on at a quick pace, and with grim satisfaction, I knew that Victor could not possibly find me through the thick blizzard. In a few hours when the snow cleared, I looked behind me to see if Victor was still near me, but the ice behind me had gone. In its place was the turbulent and frigid waters of the Arctic. I thought I had finally lost Victor, when I spotted a dot on the horizon coming nearer and nearer, the chase was still on. I had a feeling that Victor was dying, and that he needed a rest. The opportunity to stop him came a few hours later, when I discerned the shape of a ship that was trapped in the ice. I lead Victor on in the direction of the ship. I felt a touch of pirty for my creator, and I figured that if he were to die, at least he should be warm and comfortable. Knowing that the humans aboard it would take him in and keep him warm untill he died, I rode past the ship, and Victor followed. When he saw the ship however, he stopped, and fashioned his sleigh into a boat and he began to paddle out to the ship. He was taken aboard. My plan was complete, he could not catch for he was going to die on the ship, this I was sure of.
I waited near the ship for a few days, waiting for news of Victor's demise. Sure enough, one day heard a cry from the captain's cabin. Without a second of hesitation, I boarded the ship and entered the captain's cabin to pay my respects to Victor Frankenstein. He was the bringer of my life. No matter how miserable it was, he had given me a life, and I had lead to his demise. The overwhelming guilt and grief crushed me when I saw his body in the bed of the captain's cabin. The captain had left. Victor had a rested expression of serenity on his face. I reached out one of my hideous hands to touch the being who given me life. I heard the door open, and the captain came back into the cabin, he was shocked to see me, and I cried out miserably, that Victor too was my victim. The captain was furious at me, Victor had clearly told him our whole story, and he called me a fiend and a hypocrit who " throws a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed laments the fall." I tried halfheartedly to defend myself, but he was right I was a monster. I told him that I would leave to the far North, and from there I would lie down on my own funeral pyre and set myself alight. I told the captain that he would be the last human to see me. Then I jumped out the window of the boat. I let my dogs free, and then I leaped onto a large block of ice, and I sailed on it accross the Ocean, and away to the North. After a month of hardships I reached more wastelands further in the North. I went deep into these barren lands. Never to come back. Any day now I will end my life...........