Frankenstein's Bastard Child

Volume 27

My mind was fogged. Maybe I should rephrase that, but I won't. It was like a group of rats fighting over a piece of rancid meat (the meat being my brain). There wasn't any point focusing on that now, right now I need to get to the tower. My brother is in that tower and I don't quite know what that means yet but there's this empty space in my heart and something tells me they'd fill it. Did I frighten you? I tried to ignore the voices in my head. You don't need him, you don't want him. I wasn't gonna keep clawing at my face. That won't solve anything. I continued to spring forward in the direction of the almost magnetic pull leading me to what I hoped would be the steel tower. I picked up speed, I must've been accelerating to 100mph every step. 112.3479mph to be exact, think about the places you could go with legs like these. If I didn't need them I'd tear off my legs out of pure spite. The tower finally came into view. It stuck out like a sore thumb against the naturally grown brush. There isn't really any simpler way to put it. I'm gonna tear it down. I dragged my claws across the metal watching it cut like gelatin.

Don't you want to be a part of something greater? Shut up.

There's nothing for you here. SHUT. UP.

Stop wasting your ti- SHUT THE FUCK UP

I wasn't paying very much attention but I had already blown a hole clean through the tower's wall. This is my choice, this is my resolve, and I will not submit to some wack job in my head! I'm going to do what I want because I want to do so.

The halls of the tower were much more crowded than my own. There had to be at least 50 white coats spread across the halls just standing listlessly, machinery protruding from their skulls. They'd all been infected. So it mattered even less what I was about to do. I lunged at the closest white coat biting their head clean off, ingesting the gray matter while at the same time crushing the metal parts to scrap in another section of my throat. As soon as it hit my stomach I could see the entire lay out of the tower from the restrooms to the main containment facility. I'd have to tear through 30 walls of solid steel in order to get to the main containment room. No problem. The rest of the zombified white coats began to rush me as if they had a chance. I have had the longest day and anger couldn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now and if Alice has taught me anything it's this really good coping mechanism called "Let's go beat the ever loving shit out of people".