MJ Fantasy Another Part Of Me: A Frankenstein Love Story

chapter 5

Doctor Frankenstein worked quicker now that his creature

was almost done. The doctor attached his lungs to his

heart, spinal cord and muscle tissue. All the organs were

healthy ones so he knew that would help sustain the creatures

life expectantcy. Sewing him all together all that was

left of the operation was the brain. This would take him

at least another three hours to make sure it was done

properly. He wanted his creature to be able to vocalize

and be a part of the civilized world.

Doctor Frankenstein got Michael's or his creations mouth

to open and close, his throat to work by messing with the

nerves in his brain. The doctor attached the brain to the

stem cell and central nervous system along the spinal column.

Sewing the head up. Reattaching hair. "We are ready! Igor

raise the table!" "Yes Master!" After thirty hours of deli-

cate surgery work Doctor Frankenstein's creation was ready

to be energized. As the table rose into the air. The doctor

began to laugh maniacally. "Life! Give my creation life! Let

him life and prove, there is life after death!! That reani-

mation of dead tissues can be overcome to live once more!!

LIFE!! GIVE MY CREATURE LIFE!!"

TTTHHHHIIIISSSSHHHH.....

BOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM.....

Thunder clapped and lightning flashed again and again....

The lightning hit the table with the creature on it.

The body wiggled and sizzled and lit up for a few

seconds. It flashed and the skeletal remains inside

could be seen for a split second. Then it was done.

"Igor! Lower the platform!!" Doctor Frankenstein called

down. The platform with the table on top of it lowered

slowly back into the castle. Back into the laboratory

and onto the floor once more. The doctor grabbed his

listening device to see if a heart beat could be heard.

At first nothing. This made him so mad and Igor hid

because he knew the good doctor's temper.

SUDDENLY.....

THUMP...

OOOOFFF....

BUMMMP....

AAAAAHHHH....

THUDDING....

BUMPING....

CRASHING....

WOOD SPINTERING....

SSQQQUUUIIISSSSHHHH...

Silence....

AAAAAAAAHHHHH....

Zeletha screams at the sight of Sir James Roberts. He's lying

in a disjointed heap with blood flowing from his mouth, ears

and head. He'd fallen down a flight of stairs with such force

it broke his neck killing him instantly. Only his body didn't

know enough to stop pumping blood through it's veins as he

bled out upon the marble floor of Jackson manor.

MEANWHILE....

A man no one had ever seen before walks through town. He's been

knocking on doors trying to sell his wares in a rather large

carrying case of sorts. It was black and huge. The man himself

was soft spoken, smooth talking and wore a nice suit and brown

fedora hat to match. Very businesslike in demeanor and attire.

His name was Ralph Emerson Marsh. He loved the atmosphere around

the quint town. He seen how nice it looked and homey.

Walking up to a door of a small but clean home. It was almost like

a doll house. Not many things around it. Maybe the people who lived

there were poor or just didn't like clutter. This is what he deduced

quickly. As he raised his hand to knock the door flung open and out

ran a beautiful blonde haired woman. She wasn't looking where she

was going as she had been yelling over her shoulder as she stepped

out.

OOOFFF...

"I...I'm sorry....Ms." Mr. Marsh takes his hat off slightly and bows

at the woman. "Who are you?" "Uh...forgive me. I'm Ralph Emerson

Marsh. I sell a bit of everything door to door. I was just about to

knock when the door burst open and I..."

GASPING...