I, Frankenstein Page #3

Gideon, I command you, take

the journal from this place,

and let me ascend.

(SIGHS)

(YELLS)

(DEMONS SNARLING)

(PANTING)

(BEEPING)

(GRUNTS)

(BEEPING)

MOLOKAI:

This one came in just this morning.

Morgue sold him to us.

The liver was ruined,

but the other organs

are healthy enough.

Store it with the rest.

What is that?

It looks like Victor

Frankenstein's handwritten account

of how he brought his

creature to life.

This is better for us.

This is everything we need

to bring back our fallen.

We'll let the humans decide that.

You asked for

Frankenstein's creature.

I bring you something

far more edifying.

"Frankenstein."

You said there must be a

record of his work somewhere.

- Uh... Where did you get this?

- Is this real?

You tell me.

We lost 16.

Good warriors, all of them.

I should never have held him here.

This was the creature's

doing, not yours.

If it had not come back...

Was I wrong to keep

the journal from him?

Everything you do is for

the good of humanity.

There is no wrong in that.

However, now that the creature

knows of the journal's existence...

Why must you call him that?

Now that "he" knows, what

are you prepared to do?

Find Adam!

Call every gargoyle you can spare.

Post them on every rooftop.

And when we find him?

Do we bring him back here again?

Sacrifice even more

of us to protect him?

Or do we finally put an end to all of

this, and deny Naberius his prize,

as we should have done long ago?

God may not have put Adam on this

earth, but he did allow him to live

for over 200 years

against incredible odds.

It is not for you or I

to deny God's purpose.

Well, sooner or later,

Your Majesty,

you will have no choice.

(CHUCKLES) Eels.

What was that?

Electric eels, that's where

he got his power from.

You know, it's actually a fish...

Six electric eels

generating 500 volts each.

That's 3,000 volts.

That's enough to kill an elephant.

How long did he hold

the current for?

Three bursts of five seconds each.

That's 15,000 joules.

Makes you wonder how

long that thing lasted.

Think of it, all that energy

coursing through its veins

powering its heart,

lungs, nervous system.

Well, if it survived that at birth,

what would it take to kill it?

Look at its eyes.

The way they hold you.

It suggests a certain

level of intelligence.

Maybe Victor Frankenstein

just drew it that way.

I want to re-examine our

cellular reproduction formula.

I think we've missed something.

(GASPS)

(ALARM BLARING)

(GASPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

WESSEX:
Leave him be!

My apologies for the zealous

nature of our security.

Perhaps if you'd simply

knocked on the front door,

this unfortunate awkwardness

might have been avoided.

Who are you?

Charles Wessex.

And you must be Frankenstein.

My name is Adam.

WESSEX:
We are all the sons

of our fathers, are we not?

Denying who we are only

means that we are lost.

I am a journeyman,

a partisan of progress.

Like your father, I too seek

to unravel the mortal

coils of life.

This is Dr. Wade.

She's one of the world's most

respected electrophysiologists.

Hello.

I have been trying to replicate

Victor Frankenstein's

stunning triumph

for quite some time.

(STAMMERS) What I've read of the journal

has already been extremely helpful.

Be reasonable, Adam.

You are a living miracle.

You contain the

answers so many seek.

I seek my own answers.

Of course you do.

Stay with us.

Help us understand

your father's work,

and, together, we can unlock

those answers and more.

WESSEX:
Yes...

Victor Frankenstein gave you life,

but he could not restore your soul.

Could he?

(SNARLS)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(PEOPLE CHATTING INAUDIBLY)

There's no sign of the creature.

He could be anywhere by now.

He will find a safe place

where he can study the journal,

then it will come back here.

Come back?

I've been pursuing the creature

for the better part of 200 years.

- It will come back.

- For what?

Mr. Wessex.

Answers.

How can I help you, Doctor?

Well, you can start by please

explaining to me what is going on.

We had a break-in.

It's a simple security matter.

With all due respect, sir,

but Frankenstein's

creature is alive.

- Why don't you go home and get some rest?

- Look, just who are you?

This gentleman works for me.

A sort of extra layer of

security, if you will.

Well, your extra layer of security

just blew any hopes

I might have had

of analyzing that creature.

Didn't you hear what it said?

It wants answers!

And I am the one who might've

been able to provide them!

The only one!

You may be right.

You look tired, Doctor.

It's late.

You really ought to get some rest.

Rest? Mr. Wessex...

We've lost both the creature

and the journal, Doctor.

- What more can you do tonight?

- But, Mr...

I will notify you should

we recover the one

- or the other.

- (HUFFS ANGRILY)

Go home, Doctor!

ADAM:
"I am not recording

the visions of a madman."

VICTOR:
My methods and reasons

are scientifically sound.

Succeeded discovering the cause...

and generation of life.

A graveyard has furnished the

few raw materials I required.

Tonight, I gather my instruments...

shatter the ideal bounds

of life and death!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Thank you.

How certain are you

it will come for her?

It needs someone to make

sense of the journal.

Only she can do that.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERS)

I'm not going to hurt you.

Come with me.

(PANTING)

Why are you following me?

How close are you to

re-animating a human corpse?

- (STUTTERS) I can't tell you that.

- Would this help?

Oh, I haven't had the

chance to finish it yet.

What if you examined me?

Back at the Institute?

Not there. Somewhere away from it.

But all my equipment's there.

My notes, my research!

You don't know who it

is you're working for.

Mr. Wessex?

He's not who you think he is.

There's a war... A war

humans don't know about.

It's been going on for centuries.

It could mean the

end of all mankind.

(STAMMERS) Between who?

Gargoyles and demons.

I think your boss is a demon

prince called Naberius.

A demon prince?

Been hunting me for over 200 years.

Now, I think I know why.

We have to get off the streets.

(BANGING)

Come on.

Naberius is storing human corpses

underneath the Wessex Institute.

TERRA:
Corpses?

No, we're still years

away from human trials.

ADAM:
I've seen the bodies.

There's enough to animate an

entire army of monsters like me.

What did you say that

your name was? Adam?

That's the name the

Gargoyle Queen gave to me.

Look, I understand you

probably suffered

severe brain damage during the

reanimation process given the level...

This is real! All of it!

I'm sorry. I...

I just don't believe in

gargoyles and demons.

ZURIEL:
Frankenstein!

Oh, sh*t.

- Run.

- (GASPING)

(SNARLS)

(GROANS)

This ends tonight.

(GROWLING)

(YELLING)

(METAL CLANGING)

(METAL CLANGING CONTINUES)

(PANTING)

- (ROARS)

- (GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

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