Reverse Frankenstein

Creature's POV

At last; my death was drawing close. My miserable flame soon would be extinguished; I reveled in the fact, though when I took one last glance at my creator's corpse, I thought to myself,

"He wanted revenge. I shall give it to him. He shall be present as I die", before taking him into my inhuman arms and leaping from the cabin window as the captain of the vessel watched with horror. I sailed away on the ice raft, contemplating the lives of my creator and of myself. Staring at his lifeless form resting on my ice-sledge, a foreign thought burst forth from my mouth.

"Your contempt towards me no longer exists, for you are now deceased... Now may we two be at peace."

This feeling was new to me, and a grin played on my mouth. Community with my creator, something I had dreamed of on numerous occasions, was now present before me. My hideous smile, however, faltered when I recalled why I had brought him with me. I sought death, but presently rethought it; maybe I yet had a few days to live? Putting the sledge into motion, I began to traverse the infinite wasteland that lay ahead, my thoughts, strangely, still positive. Something soon fell from my creator's pocket, and I halted the frozen vehicle to pick it up. It was a gingerly folded piece of paper summarizing galvanization's effects on dead beings. Detailed instructions were present, and I could only gaze at the document as my mind conjured a horrifically beautiful idea.

"If I were to reanimate him, he would be just as repulsive as myself... Companionship would be inevitable."

The thought enthralled me, and I nearly trembled with child-like excitement.

"Of course, I would need a place to conduct this sort of thing..."

Thus being the case, I left the sledge and began building a structure of ice, and at the conclusion of a few hours, had furnished myself and my creator with an igloo spanning 50 feet in one direction, and 50 feet in the other. I brought materials from the sledge and placed in the shelter a long, wooden table, chairs, and beds; this was to be our home, even if only a provisional one. I then spent several hours producing an electric generator using some scraps of metal and wiring I had scavenged, and at length had a working machine powered by whale oil, which I had taken from a deceased cetacean I had found. I brought my sledge, and on it, my creator, near the igloo before carrying him inside. As I lay his inanimate corpse on the table, I readied my supplies for the event that I was confident would transpire.

Once fully connected to my makeshift laboratory equipment, electricity entered his body, and after a few moments, his formerly blue and presently yellow eyes opened and he once again began to breathe. I lept happily in celebration, earning a strange expression from his countenance, which, though it was once grey, gradually became yellow due to his black veins, which were before red, sending blood into his undead features. His appearance did not frighten me; it only served as a sort of mirror. Now came the frightening inquiry; Would he be the same Victor Frankenstein he previously was?

"Who are you?" I questioned after regaining my composure.

He grumbled gibberish in response, a small and friendly smile on his blackened lips. I could not forbear smiling back; no one had ever addressed me with such polite cordiality.

"Come. I from now on shall be your teacher and solitary companion."

He did not move, but remained staring and beaming at my hideous complexion. I lifted him from the table and brought him to a chair, setting him down before finding one myself. Thus began the strange friendship of two fiends brought back from the clutches of death.

Time elapsed; I taught him everything I knew. His name, as he now was aware, was Victor Frankenstein. I did not relate his horrible treatment towards me, nor did we discuss how mankind would react to beings such as we two. We lived as two brothers, inseparable and bound by our deformities. We studied and debated science constantly. I gradually collected more materials from an old crate that had washed up onto the ice from a passing ship, and together, we constructed a wireless telegraph. It seldom worked, but it enabled us, two "professors" with nomes de plume, to share our findings with scientists from whom ice and unsightliness separated us. We lived in contentment; mutual friendship combined with an interest in the natural world satisfied us and kept us occupied.

Thus is my once miserable, and now buoyant tale.

The End.