Living With What One Would Call Frankenstein's Monster

Chapter Two

Issac was a frail child. Most were afraid of him when he passed them in the streets. No one knew how to explain him. His different hair his eyes his pale skin. He never got to know Victor. Victor died the night of his creation. He was fried by the lightning that brought dear Issac life. No one except me and Victor knew of how he was created. We fabricated his vision with the eyes of dear Victor's dead wife. We didn't kill her we just harvested her tissue after she passed. She died one rainy night due to the spreading influenza that struck the country.
We made good of her as RMS and hands and her eyes as s well but the rest of her was useless except for maybe a few kidney parts when patching up the stolen kidney from Harlek our old friend who died when his rifle misfired in war. We also used her mandible for his jaw. He was a good looking boy we made him to look precisely 10 when we first designed his body. When he was brought to life all of the parts just looked right. I wasn't aware of his existence though until I found him huddled in the corner in our old mansion on the coast of Berlin. I had walked in to find Victor's completely fried body completely useless and unmoving. All the information I got was from Issac. Issac could speak perfect German and English. I was unaware that could happen without Him learning before. He told me the funny crispy man had called him beautiful before he passed. He explained how it felt to be struck by lightning. He even told me about how quite a few people came to investigate before I walked in said they would be back and called him a monster. At that very moment you could hear the door open and shoes begin walking upon the wooden floor I picked Issac up and ran him out the back with me. He may be good at speaking but he didn't seem to know the danger he was perpetually in.