I traveled for many, many weeks, in the bitter cold winter, using a map I posessed. I knew from his diary, that my creator lived in a city called Geneva in the country of Switzerland. My travels were bitter and grueling, and all the time nature withered around me. I was driven on by the mad desire to find my creator, the orchestrator of my sufferings, and force him to create me a companion who would love me. In the meantime, my anger at the human race lessened, but once inside the border of Switzerland, my hatred was rekindled. I hid myself when I heard the noise of something crashing through the undergrowth. It turned out to be a young girl who was laughing as she playfully ran away from something. as she ran near the edge of a river, which flowed nearby, she slipped and fell into the river, I was able to pull her out and save her, but the moment I did, a rustic, who was probably the girl was running from, arrived on the scene, saw me, and wrenched the girl from my hands as he fled deeper into the woods, I followed him, but he shot me in the shoulder with a gun he was carrying. Slowly, I recovered from my wound, but, my hatred for the human race never truly left my heart.
After my unfortunate incident with the rustic, I headed towards Geneva. After two more months of hardships, I reached my destination. One day, I was sleeping in a field outside of Geneva, but the arrival a beautiful young boy disrupted my repose. On an impulse, I grabbed him, thinking that somehow, I could use this boy as a companion for myself. However, he did not want to come with me, and he insulted me, gravely hurting my feelings, and then he said
" My papa is a syndic––––he is M. Frankenstein––––he will punish you." Then I replied
" Frankenstein! You belong to my enemy–––to him towards whom I have sworn eternal revenge; you shall be my first victim." Then in a fit of rage I strangled him. Something on his chest drew my eye, and picking it up, I found that it was a portrait of a beautiful woman.
" My papa is a syndic––––he is M. Frankenstein––––he will punish you." Then I replied
" Frankenstein! You belong to my enemy–––to him towards whom I have sworn eternal revenge; you shall be my first victim." Then in a fit of rage I strangled him. Something on his chest drew my eye, and picking it up, I found that it was a portrait of a beautiful woman.
Seeking some shelter, I walked into a barn, and found a woman, sleeping in the hay, an evil thought entered my mind, and I placed the portrait into her pocket. After the deed was done I thought "not I, but she, shall suffer; this murder I have commited because I am forever robbed of all that she could give me, she shall atone." I learned later, that when other people discovered the portrait in her pocket she was accused for the murder of William Frankenstein, and was hanged. My mischief was complete.