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Zombenstein

03:08 Feb 20 2011
Times Read: 534


"We interrupt your classical music to bring you the following." A radio announcer said. "A massive storm has emerged over into the area of Lynnwood. We expect the storm to drop fifth-teen inches of rain. The weather service is issuing flash flood warnings at this time and until two O'clock in the morning. Keep tuned in to this station for more news." A hand reached over to the radio and turned it off.


Candles dimly illuminated the Library of Dr. David Stone. A few streaks of lighting revealed that he was smoking a pipe, and paging through notes in his journal. The sound of the storm got muffled as it hit the old stonewalls of the dark castle.


Dr. Stone sipped some of his tea as the rain hit the windows of the castle. The man then sat his tea down and took another puff of his pipe. The ring of the smoke floated above the dark brown head of hair. David stroked his goatee while he was deep into his thoughts. The storm raged on in the background as he continued to page through his journal. Every single page added to the knowledge in his head of events that he wrote down. Documented in the journal were the exploits of Dr. Victor Frankenstein.


"Victor, you are a brilliant scientist, but you are also a fool. Messing around with things you possibly could not foresee. Your only error in judgment was about your monster." He finished his tea, and walked out of the library and into the great hall. Up the long set of stairs he laid his head upon his pillow. Vivid dreams soon came into his head, as he was fast asleep.


Dr. Stone tossed and turned in his sleep as visions of Victor's creation ran rampant in his mind. The words "It's Alive, Alive!" repeated in his head like a bad record skipping. Had it not been for the storm that was raging outside the maids or perhaps even the butler would have heard his voice echoing that of Victor's. Hours passed that seemed like minutes. The visions of the dream engraved into his head. 'Why are these dreams haunting me?' He asked himself.


A thick heavy fog covered the land and to was to last most of the day. Dr. David Stone sat in his chair and enjoyed his breakfast along with a cup of coffee. While going over his journal yet again specifically his notes that he had recovered from Dr. Victor Frankenstein. He jotted down the details of the experiment in his own notes. The equations were complex strings of formulas. Only a brilliant scientist would be able to decipher the formulas, though one was incomplete and forever lost. Dr. Stone had no idea what he was getting himself into.


"Janick would you be so kind and turn on the radio? " Dr. Stone asked his butler.


Classical music filled the air with its vibrant tones. Short bursts of static interrupted the music as a voice stated "We interrupt your program to bring you the following message from our Fuhrer. "


"For the welfare of the German people, I will cleanse this land of the impure, and improper minorities. We will become a force of one people. I am your savior from this great depression. I will bring into line all that is unpure. My forces will walk the streets and remove the unpure stricken rejects. You will honor the men who walk the streets in my name. If you do not you will be subjected to the same process as the unpure minorities. They will be brought to a swift judgment and punishment the likes that have not been seen. Hail this new era of a pure human race, hail me as your new leader and I will bring you out of this depression. "


Dr. Stone slammed his fists against the table as the smile that was on his face turned to a look of hate. "Unpure ? unpure? Does he not understand that the differences in people make us who we are as a race of people? Does he not comprehend without our uniqueness there is no society, no differences, that the people will be the exact same with no variations." Thoughts slammed into his head ‘I have to stop this. I have to make this right again, but how? He looked at his notes inadvertently as his thoughts overpowered the rest of the speech.


In front of his nose were the plans and the idea was already set in action in his brain. "As of right now, all of you are on vacation. I must be left alone for a few months. I do not wish to be bothered until that time. " The servants of the house rushed to their respective homes to be with loved ones. The new era had already been started it would be a matter of days before the cleansing would begin. The rest of the day flew by as the Doctor gathered the chemicals he needed. Down to the lab he went, knowing that no one would see him use the secret entrance to gain access.


He knew it would be night fall sooner than on most nights. Tonight would be the night he raided the dead. Tonight would be the night for a proper savior and not one that would kill millions, but one that would save millions. The plan would be fullproof; he knew what he had to do and the order he had to do it. Nothing was going to stop him. Following the notes exactly as he had written, he mixed the chemicals. The Doctor was fully prepared by fall of the night; the only sound was the Bunsen burners that were heating the chemicals.


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DestroyingAngel
DestroyingAngel
02:28 Feb 21 2011

This is so damn epic!!!

This is getting so freakin' good. I cannot wait to see what's next...





 

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02:53 Feb 07 2011
Times Read: 559


"We interrupt your classical music to bring you the following." A radio announcer said. "A massive storm has emerged over into the area of Lynnwood. The storm is expected to drop fifth-teen inches of rain. Flash flood warnings are being issued at this time, and until two O'clock in the morning. Keep tuned in to this station for more news." The radio ceased playing as the knob was turned off.


Candles dimly illuminated the Library of Dr. David Stone. A few streaks of lighting revealed that he was smoking a pipe, and paging through notes in his journal. The sound of the storm got muffles as it hit the old stone walls of the dark castle.


Dr. Stone sipped some of his tea as the rain hit the windows of the castle. He took another puff of his pipe as the ring of smoke floated above the dark brown head of hair. David stroked his goatee deep into his thoughts. The storm raged on in the background as he continued to page through his journal. Every single page added to the knowledge in his head.


"Victor, you are a brilliant, but you are also a fool. Messing around with things you possibly couldn't fore see. Your error in judgement about your monster." He finished his tea, and walked out of the library and into the great hall. Up the long set of stairs he laid his head upon his pillow. Vivid dreams soon came into his head as he was fast asleep.



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Author Note: I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet. Not even sure if I should continue it being that it has Victor Frankenstein in it. Well at least a mention. My idea was to have Dr. David Stone basicly repeat the same process as Victor, but with some added thought and theory. This would produce a monstrous zombie. Maybe I'm going way to far. Thoughts if you please would be nice


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DestroyingAngel
DestroyingAngel
22:10 Feb 09 2011

Go for it and keep on writing more.

This could be something epic!



a monstrous zombie...

*liking the idea a lot*





 

Phantom Stranger V

17:05 Feb 05 2011
Times Read: 565


Max sipped his cup of Joe, while entering data into his computer. Samantha appeared behind him looking over his shoulder. He felt a chill go up his spine; he spins around sees the woman from last night. Panic hits him like a Mac truck. "What the hell are you doing here?"


Samantha looks at Max, and slumps. Greg walked to the cubical. “Hey Max, you have that report done for August don't ya?” Max waved his hand in front of Greg’s face, and he looked back at Samantha. He waved his hand in front of Greg again. “What are you doing Max?”


“Um, nothing. Yes, I have the report done.” He said with a partially shocked tone. Max handed the report to Greg. As Greg left, Max turned his attention back to Samantha. “I don’t get this, am I the only person that can see you?”


“I suppose you are Max, sorry I came to your work.” She was about to leave as Max just shook his head, and shrugged.


“It’s fine, just don’t start that crying that you did last night.” He takes a deep I just don’t understand how all this works just yet.” He sighed, and went back to work as he saw her vanish.


Max finished up his work early and headed back home. When he got there Samantha was sitting on his bed rocking her feet back and forth.



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