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As much as he complains she destroys his stuff, he obviously loves his dog. "Actually, Frankenstein was the doctor's name." Dr. Pike punctuates the end of his sentence by jabbing Frankie with the vaccination needle. For all his craziness, he does get it over quickly. The needle is in and out before Frankie has a complete panic attack and jumps into Spencer's waiting arms.

Dr Frank must have seen what she saw as they reached the elevator on the other side of the corridor and he started punching the elevator button frantically. The elevator doors opened and revealed two scientists armed with long guns. Dr Frank gave them instructions in rapid Russian and they nodded, face grim, hoisting their guns. They faced the monster bravely as he ran towards them on all fours, having rid the room of its glass wall. Before Beth could see any more, the elevator doors slid shut and began its descent. She slid down the wall of the elevator, a boneless, bereft sliding, and began to sob. "What have we done? What have I done?" She said. "What we have done is make headway in a sci

"Look, master. Just because you sharpened your monsters' claws doesn't mean you created them. If you prefer figurative expression." My scowl faded to a pout, and after another moment, gave way to a grudging smile. "You know, you might do halfway decent on theFrankenstein question on my final." "Thank you, master...?" She rolled her eyes derisively, then squirmed as her display of disrespect hit her right in the clit. "Though Frankenstein didn't have claws, just bolts in his neck and a bit of a slur." "He didn't have bolts or a flat head either," I said, my teacher persona unable to resist surfacing after days of neglect. "Actually..."

As we near the school grounds, Rowan entwines our fingers and gives me a gentle nudge. “So, I talked to my brother and asked him about what could have been used to reanimate our “Frankenstein” creatures.” “What did he say?” I ask. Rowan grimaces. “Our scientists think it might have been a spell, but when I asked him what other possibilities there were, he confirmed that it would have to be two powerful supernatural mates.” “Did he say what kind?”

She then asked, leaning back against the booth, feeling a little more comfortable now. Leo thought for a moment, "Anything sci-fi, really. Planet of the Apes, E.T., even the original Frankenstein." He grinned like a little kid. Annie couldn't help but chuckle which only made Leo smile even wider. "What?" He whined, rolling his eyes playfully. "I told you I'm a science geek." Annie grinned, "Those movies creep me out. Imagine the numerous ways the world could end because of mad scientists creating some weird creatures."

C H A P T E R 1 5 : O F F A N T A S Y A N D S U P E R N A T U R A L “Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.” Aldous Huxley, Complete Essays 2, 1926-29 ~

In fact, he was clanging loudly as every punch landed, his body seemingly forged from steel. And after dozens of punches, the hag blanched as she realized that Frank was completely unscathed. "Where did you learn to temper your body, brat?" she snarled. "Though you remind me of someone…" Frank smirked. "Who else? The authority of science you just name-dropped, of course." "Huh?!" The fact that hag would know Themberchaud meant there was no way she would misunderstand Frank. "You're saying… you're a creation of science?"

I walked slowly toward the basement of my castle. The air was cold and smelled like old dust and every step I took felt like I was carrying a mountain on my back. I was so tired. Not the kind of tired you feel after a long day of work, but the kind of tired that comes from living for over a thousand years. I reached the room where I would sleep. It was a small, dark room with a stone bed in the middle. On a small table sat a glass bottle. It held the serum made by the scientist Frankenstein. It was a thick, dark liquid.

The critics labeled him as a schlock filmmaker only and didn't take him seriously, he always said to people who looked down on the director and the genre. "—I mean have you ever seen any other classic movie monster scarier than a zombie? Dracula, Frankenstein or the Wolfman are pussies compared to a zombie," said Trevor, once they arrived and sat down on the bar stools. "It's Frankenstein's Monster by the way. Frankenstein is the Doctor's last name. The big ugly guy doesn't have a name in the book and only referred to as such," Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender.

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.