It's Alive (A Descendants and Frankenstein story )

Chapter 5

No One's Pov

It was chemistry class, and Evie and Doug were sitting next to each other while Evie was staring at Chad dreamily.

Evie turned to Doug and sighed."Any chance he's in line for a throne? Anywhere in line?"

Doug gave her a deadpan look. "Chad Prince Charming Junior, Cinderella's son. Chad inherited the charm but not there, there you know what I mean?" Doug asked.

Evie ignored him as she continued to stare at Chad. "Looks like there, there to me."

The teacher, Mr. Delay, noticed her inattentive. "Evie, perhaps this is just a review for you. So tell me, what is the average atomic weight of silver?" Mr Delay asked.

Evie twirled her hair and looked around."Atomic weight? Well, I mean, it's an atom, right?"

Everyone chuckled, but Mr. Delay was not impressed and addressed her to go to the board. Evie got up and grabbed her magic mirror before walking up to the board with the chalk in hand as she repeated the question out loud. "How do I find the average atomic weight of silver?"

Evie glanced down at her mirror as it showed her the answer."That would be 106.905 ×.5200 + 108.905 ×.4800 which Mr. Delay would give us 107.6 amu."

Mr. Delay sighed."I forgot always to mistake underestimate--"

"A Villain? Don't make it again." Evie finished for him as he tossed him the chalk.

She soon headed back to her seat, and Chad handed her a note asking her to meet him behind the bleachers as she looked at him and smiled.

Jacob's Pov

I soon sat underneath a tree as I took out the journal I took from the museum as I looked who this journal belongs to. "This is the Journal of Victor Frankenstein of Geneva."

I looked through the journal and saw the pictures inside of it.



















I soon saw a piece of paper with a paragraph not written by Victor Frankenstein but by someone named Edward Frankenstein, and I read it.

'I am not recording the visions of a mad man. My methods and reasons are scientific sound like my father before me I have succeeded discover the cause and generatin of life thanks to this journal.'

' A graveyard and the brain of a boy with Asperger's syndrome had furished the few raw materials I require for tonight the 21st of November I gathered my instruments to improve my father's work and shatter the ideal bonds of life and death.'

' I am very aware that my father's experiment had cost the lives of my uncle William, the maid Justine Moritz, His friend Henry Clerval and even my own mother Elizabeth but this is a cause of science this creature is merely a copy of the legendary monster of my father's time as I am to whipped one up as a housewife whipped up a omelette.'

He will noting be more than a slave of my will he is a nothing more of a filthy mass of nothing as I may sport his life in the cause of science nothing more.'