The Female Frankenstein

Why Frank, Why?

Frank arrived at Roseburgh Heights at nighttime.

He was sure that Lucinda would be here, and he was determined to find her.

So, after a little digging around town, he found out where Lucinda worked, was living, and how she had changed her look.

The knowledge that Lucinda had changed her appearance without Frank's permission enraged him to the point of snapping.

Luckily, Frank had that all covered.

His uncle had passed away. But, due to the fact that Frank had lived with his uncle since he was ten, and the fact that his uncle had been filthy rich, he had left Frank his manor, and a couple millions.

Frank, knowing that he couldn't just let Lucinda go back to her old room, devised a plan.

He had burned down his old house in order to make sure no one ever found out of what had happened there.

Unluckily, the house next to them had caught fire also.

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Five Days Ago

Frank walked into his house. He deposited his bag of money and clothes and personal items, (not to mention Lucinda's and his passports) by the doorstep. Then, he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a box of matches, and gasoline from the garage.

Then, he walked throughout his home, pouring gasoline here and there, everywhere.

Finally, when he was done, he took out the box of matches and struck a match.

Smiling at the tiny flame on the candle for a moment, he allowed himself to memorize this moment forever.

Then, he dropped the match.

The instant the lit match hit the gasoline, it practically exploded in flames.

The fire spread through the house, while Frank calmly walked outside.

About an hour later, while Frank watched the house burn down, he saw that the neighboring house had caught on fire.

Even worse, firemen had come to the scene, and Frank saw a couple, a man and a woman, getting as close to their property as the fire would allow.

It was then that he noticed the young red haired girl leaning out of the window screaming, "Mommy! Daddy! Help me!"

Frank felt a slight pang of guilt at the realization that she wouldn't live, but he pushed the guilt away. She didn't matter anyway.

That night on the news, the reporter said this.

A young Falmea Walters died today. Miss Walters was reported to have been trapped in her house as it burned down. The fire was said to have been started at the house next door, which burned down of unknown causes. Miss Walters's body was found dead on the ground, apparently crashing through the weakened floorboards of the house. Mrs. Walker and Mr. Walker are very sad over her death, and a funeral service will be held on saturday. Anyone with information should come to the police office immediately.

Frank DID feel guilty for that, but he decided it was in his best interests to stay quiet.

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Frank walked up too the front desk of the hotel that Lucinda was staying at.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me where Lucinda Everwright is?" He asked the lady at the front desk, smiling kindly.

"Lucinda Everwright?"

"Yes, a Lucinda Everwright. She has short black hair, white skin, white eyes...."

"Oh, her? Well, we have someone who matches her description, but her name is Rosalyn Meyers."

That had angered Frank, but he had calmly explained to the lady that Lucinda was, in fact, his wife, and she had ran off. The lady had told Frank her room number.

so that night, frank noticed that there were two doors to Lucinda's room. A back door to the outside, which was connected to the terrace, and a front door.

Both doors were locked.

So, Frank did what he had to, and what he had to do was break the window.

When he was in, he waited for a solid half hour while waiting for Lucinda too come in.

Finally, she entered, and he knew she saw the window.

Frank stood up, as he had been right beside the door, and walked up behind her.

She whipped around, and Frank saw the fear in her eyes, which turned to anger.

"Hello, Lucinda."

He was not prepared for her to punch him in the nose.

Whoever had taught Lucinda to throw a punch had taught her well, because he felt his nose crunch like a beetle beneath the force that her punch brought.

Surpisingly, he didn't fall to the ground, and he didn't pass out either.

Instead, he merely slapped her across the face, knocking her back.

"You dirty, filthy-" Then, Lucinda did something Frank didn't know thta Lucinda COULD do.

She swore.

Frank had never ever taught Lucinda swear words, as he believed a lady shouldn't cuss.

"Hello, Lucinda. I'm glad to have finally found you."

Her eyes narrowed at this, and she snarled back, "My name is NOT Lucinda."

Frank rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Oh, yes. I remember. You decided to call yourself Rosalyn. You even cut your hair."

She got to her feet.

"That was all to hide from you."

Frank glared at her.

"Did you think that would help you hide? That I wouldn't recognize you because you changed your name and hair length? yes, really brilliant."

She said nothing.

"Now look, we're leaving. I have a NEW home for us."

Lucinda shook her head, backing away from Frank.

"No, no, I am NOT coming with you. I want to stay here!"

Frank sighed. He was hoping it wouldn't come to this.

"Alright, then. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this."

Frank took out of his pocket, a syringe. In the syring was a heavy dose of anesthesia.

Frank lunged at Lucinda, and stabbed the syringe into her.

"Sweet dreams, Lucy."

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Holy Flob Rockets guys!

Yes, I know you may be a little upset, but hey, we all expected Frank to find her eventually.

By the way...

Does anyone know where I could get a good book cover for this book?

I would appreciate it if you would tell me.

But- eh!

I hope you like this chapter. I really worked hard on it.

By the way, did anyone see the reference from my other book, The Flame?

Because Falmea is in that one.

If you haven't read that, go read it now if you want to fully understand what happened to Falmea as she died.

Until Monday!