Frankenstein's Bastard Child

Volume 5

My mind snapped back to reality. It caught me a little off guard that I wasn't dead, that definitely felt like purgatory, it was everything I could've asked for and more. But honestly being alive just has a better ring to it you know. My head was a bit fuzzy and my vision took a lot longer to come back than my sense of smell. God that smell. What was happening to me, it was like my brain was being pulled out of my nose and the worst part is how invigorating it felt, what could I possibly be smelling. My eyes began to focus on the surroundings of the room. 12 corpses lined the walls, floor, and ceiling each with their jugulars removed, blood splattered every which way. Despite the gruesome scene my attention snapped to the sound of chewing flesh. Hunched over what I could only assume to be my father was a mass of cement gray flesh and protruding bones molded into a human-like shape. Greasy black hair draped over its shoulders, down its back, and spilled onto the floor. Its attention slowly drew towards me. It didn't look like them but it was definitely the person I met in purgatory. They looked at me with unnaturally vibrant honey gold eyes and a jaw barely hanging on. I guess that's what they meant by "what if something happens". Dumbass couldn't have been a little more specific! Gotta say though I'm a bit impressed, they really went all out and now this is the consequence. If this is what they want I can't argue with it, this is what they see as beautiful.
"Alright then. Don't know if you can understand or even hear me right now but it doesn't take a genius to tell you're hungry."

They stared at me, their mouths still dripping with my father's blood. My father looked like a gay fish. Kinda wanted to flush him down the toilet. The more important person in the room began to inch towards me, limping and breathing heavily.

"Fine you warned me that this wasn't going to be easy but it'll be ok. You want food? Follow me, it's time to show some egghead researchers who they're dealing with."

Their steps became faster and their body grew more sturdy. We were off to the races. I sprinted towards the door, bursting through the door and absolutely hauling ass down the hall knocking down anything and everything in my way. Some white coats staggered out of their respective doors only to be mauled to death moments after I passed them. All I could smell and hear was fear, anguish, and carnage. And I absolutely loved it, these people deserved this. They were the ones that locked this beautiful creature in here like some screwed up zoo. And you know the whole trying to kill me thing. That would be pretty balls too. Now was the difficult part, the further I went down the hall I realized I wasn't just going forward but up. Turns out the floor was at a 30 degree incline meaning from the point I'm at right now I'll eventually reach the top. In other words I'm running out of room and fast, well assuming I live long enough to make it there. The further I went the more useless obstacles began to get in the way; blood samples, EKG machines, and of course the average amount of test tubes full of god knows what. I tossed it all to the side, none of it really mattered right now and it's not like they were being used for noble purposes either. I mean who would hide such equipment if not for nefarious deeds.

"SHUT EVERYTHING DOWN DON'T LET IT OUT" one of the white coats screamed in terror.

Most of the white coats just stood there in terror trying to comprehend the horrors that were about to take place but a courageous but stupid few attempted to lunge at me with scalpel in hand. There wasn't enough time to block so I ended up being stabbed in the shoulder. But the adrenaline kept me from feeling it, allowing me to shove him to the side as well, as I enjoyed the sound of his screams. I would bleed out soon but I couldn't stop now, I've worked too hard to stop now, everything I've done has been worthless up to this point. The drinking, the stealing, so many hours of just complying with that stupid "you no longer exist" deal. Well he's right. I don't exist. Right now nothing can hurt me cause I'm not even real so what's there to be afraid of?

I ripped the scalpel from my shoulder completely oblivious to the pain finally being able to put it to good use. Three more white coats burst through the doors about 5 meters ahead of me, two of which came barreling down the hallway brandishing various sharp tools. The third guy pissed himself best not to think about it. My movements became less erratic as muscle memory kicked in. It shouldn't have felt this natural but all those years learning calligraphy seemed to have paid off in an unexpected way. The first came at me with one arm raised leaving their underarm completely exposed. My hand flew into the motion to write a lowercase F leaving a gash at the armpit and jabbing the end of the scalpel into the side of the second person's neck making a complete flourish. The motions almost felt too clean but nonetheless it kept me alive and just the thought of wanting to be alive was invigorating. More kept coming and it didn't feel any different, the flawlessness just felt right, every flourish and dot a symphony of red splashes enough to paint the entire town red. Doja would be so proud.

The onslaught seemed to never end. Blood, guts, and volatile chemicals doused my clothing. My skin was absolutely crawling to get off my body. Might've already come off but I was too afraid to look, it's the last thing I need to worry about especially since I don't have a solid plan.  I'll eventually reach the top but after that then what? Jump? I'm killing doctors and surgeons effortlessly but surviving a fall like that is definitely where I draw the line. The gray mass of bones and flesh was still chasing me, occasionally slowing down to take a bite out of anything within its reach. I regret nothing.

Two more floors to go I'm running out of room gotta think, think goddammit!

"Attention steel tower employees, we have a containment breach. If you were to consult your employment contracts you would have seen that your lives legally belong to us. Having said that we will now be erasing all evidence in this building. All electrically powered safety equipment and ventilation systems have been disabled. All doors have been locked. Thank you for working with us and have a wonderful day"

Ok new plan.

Panic began to die as the building workers began to realize the situation they're in. Just trapped little rats on the Titanic and I'm the iceberg that's sending this scumbag circus back to the bottom of the ocean. I'm done running away from my problems. Now I'm running towards a really big bomb. With the ventilation system down all that toxic gas is gonna be trapped in the vents and judging from how cramped and unkept they are that gas is just begging to be released. Just need to find a focal point to make the first ignition, I only have one shot and no way I can slow down to light a fuse in this position. Only problem is I'm starting to run out of stamina and blood quickly. It's getting harder to breathe, I can't do this forever. Most likely I won't make it out of this in one piece. I can't really say I've had a good life but I think I'm satisfied. Plus I can help my new friend. Time to send this place to hell! My lighter's out of fluid but I can still use it to ignite the gas as long as the spark hits it. There's not enough here to travel through the entire building, I'm not going to blow myself up without a purpose. I need a well ventilated with the highest gas concentration but where would that be? I need to think, broom closet? testing lab? break room?

The smell of sulfur filled the air.

I gunned into a corridor and burst through the doors of the women's bathroom. One of the few things I had overheard from my father was how to cut costs by putting the septic tanks and heating systems right below the restrooms. Not only would it have been time efficient but this also makes it the most dangerous place to have a gas leak, especially with the residual damage caused by the murderous onslaught I've been towing with me for about an hour. You could just think about lighting a match and you'd blow this place sky high. I slammed into the back wall abruptly stopping my momentum and knocking the air out of my chest at the same time. I was a sweaty mess slumped on the floor fumbling for the lighter. Just from the smell I knew that there wouldn't be enough gas build up to get the job done. Just a little more, one more burst pipe should do it. There's a crack in the wall beside me, I could see a little metal poking through. It's gonna hurt but I should be able to break it if I hit the pipe hard enough. A harsh crunch came from below me.