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 sonsof 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 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?
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 recordingthe visions of a madman."
VICTOR:
My methods and reasonsare scientifically sound.
Succeeded discovering the cause...
and generation of life.
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?
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.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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