Frankenstein's Bastard Child

Volume 14

"That'll do mister, Aldous was it? Doesn't matter, just needed to get a proper explanation." The surprise in the room was palpable. If anyone here was attached to a heart monitor it'd look more like a geometry dash level. There I was, Alice Vulcanstien walking on top of their fancy table in black combat boot and red lace dress lined with black leather accessories. As I walked I made sure to kick away any and all plates of food that got in my way. Except of course for a bowl of grapes which I snatched off the top, spitting it to the floor the second its juices broke onto my tongue.

"Christ, that's vile! Don't any of you know the meaning of the compost you damn punks?" I stomped over to the Greek representative, a woman older in her years than most but still loaded enough to look like she was still 40.

"Yes artificial preservatives make the food last longer but who cares how long it lasts when it produces garbage like this? You need humidity damn it and if you used half the decent food on this table that would soon undoubtedly go to waste as fertilizer then you get FLAVOR, PUNGENCY, AND A SENSE OF PURPOSE! So do you understand what I'm saying? If you're gonna go all out with the blueberry silk table clothes then don't skimp out on the grapes! If you're gonna be cheap, do it with a potato, they don't have feelings." She seemed confused and or shocked, definitely too much so to move. Possibly questioning her sexuality but who knows.

"Excuse me but who exactly are you?"

"Ok I am not done talking seriously, that's rude and no one wants to hear whatever you're gonna say regardless. Plus you haven't even started eating yet. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present today's main course, if you'll be so kind as to remove the silver platters yourself." Everyone in the room was frozen stiff seeing through the obvious trap they'd be walking into if any of them lifted their lids. The German representative moved first. He pulled out a handgun, the barrel pointed towards my head. His movements were swift, I barely heard the sound of him taking out the gun but his efforts would be fruitless. The trigger was pulled and the echo of three consecutive click, click, clicks reverberated around the room. No bullets were fired. And his magazine was empty.

"Looking for something my liege?" I pulled five stray bullets out of my pocket and let them fall to the ground. "I'll make this clear for you-" I pulled my own pistol from my cleavage and aimed it at the German representative's head . "GUNS AREN'T RELIABLE!" Three shots fired, and not one of them hit the man sitting just inches away from the crazy chick with the loaded gun.

"See what I mean?" Everyone else in the room looked like they were about to piss themselves but him. The esteemed German representative didn't flinch, his resolve didn't waiver. Obviously I hated all of the rich bastards but this one. This one I respected. Only someone with a few screws loose would be able to pull off something like that. Or quite possibly he gets off on being held at gunpoint. I'll just assume the latter.

"All right now to the point, you're all here because you borrowed, stole, and even killed your way to the top. You're here cause you're heartless. But I don't really care about that. The crime you all will be paying for is complacency." No one dared move. "There were people in those towers. There is no exit or entrance built into a steel tower so those people are sealed in like an ant farm. But you all don't care do you? Why?" The room went silent for a bit. "Actually, don't answer that." I used the nearest bread roll to dab the sweat off my brow.

"Ok look, I'm done with the whole villain monologue thing. Basically everyone here's gonna die because you were all keeping the most caring and sweetest person in those towers." I kicked the lid off the German representative's platter revealing the elephant style gas mask. The rest of the representatives caught on quickly but not quick enough. As soon as the first lid was opened the gas canisters opened spewing a nauseating green mist across the entire room making the air itself seem to turn to pea soup. I was the one of the only ones not rolling in agony as the gas filled everyone's lungs and eyelids. The French representative made a break for the door only to find that it was locked. The gas became too overwhelming for him as he collapsed to the floor. The rest either fell to the floor or tried to run to the windows. The green felt good as it entered my lungs as if the thick air were a warm blanket wrapping around my heart and lungs. I could hear footsteps on the table. Looks like the German douche wanted more. I pulled an old bayonet from under my skirt and rushed the man standing with the smug look recognizable even through the gas mask. And the outstretched hand. With a photo. Of me.

I stopped hard leaving streaks on the table, the bayonet just inches away from the representative's throat. In his outstretched hand was a small photo about the size of a standard wallet. It showed me as a kid, all dolled up and pretty not a hair out of place. And then there was Epstein Vulcanstien. He looked so regal, so important as if the photo itself was looking at me in disappointment almost screaming the question. "Why are you fighting?" I couldn't say it was because of what he did since that'd be much too shallow of a reason. I wasn't fighting for self defense either, this wasn't about me. These people needed to pay for what they did, they needed to pay for the people they've hurt and the people in those towers that they continue to hurt, they deserved to face death. Didn't they? It took me far too long to think. The German representative grabbed the bayonet, forcing it down and knocking me back with a quick blow to the chest. I sprawled backwards gasping for air. The man wouldn't last long after that. His hand was stained with an open wound that the gas would soon seep into through the bloodstream. He's sealed his fate just to kill me. I guess the stories I'd read about the famous war general were true. A certain headline about a German boy who slaughtered an entire camp of enemy soldiers single handedly. Now's not the time to be sympathetic. Whether it was a good idea to come here or not is irrelevant. Right now it's killed or be killed and the German prick will not be the one to leave this room alive. He ripped a white cloth from his front pocket and wrapped it around the wound. With it covered like that I'd say he's got about 15 minutes before he'd be completely incapacitated. I bet he's thinking it'll take less than 5 seconds to incapacitate me. We stood watching each other for a moment as we scanned each other for subtle but crippling weak points. I couldn't find any in him. I guess I'll be going into this blind then. He ran toward me bayonet in hand teasing me with the notion that was going to try to stab me. They feigned with the large knife and aimed his fist at my gut. In response I turned my hips counter clockwise letting the blow lightly graze my ribcage. I grabbed the arm and forced it forward using the general's own momentum to propel it. With the other hand I pulled a box cutter from my under arm and lunged for his neck. The blade sunk into his neck barely missing his vitals. His time was now reduced to 3 minutes but I'd fallen for it. He raised the bayonet above my head grabbing my shoulder to keep me in place. It was a worthless attempt though. I turned my head letting my right cheek face up. The blade plunged through my mouth and stuck out the other end. The force pushed me downward allowing me to drag the cutter into his jugular releasing a spray of blood.  We fell to the floor together, one of us fatally wounded, the other with comparatively a light scratch. He now had about half a minute left.