Misfortune hung around the head of my young head. It felt as though divine favor has permanently left the house of the Frankensteins. My home has been raged by some mysterious plague from the heavens. The strange occurrences continued to happen and seemed to be completely out of my control. With no options left, I appealed to the court magistrate to investigate the calamities my family had endured.
When I first began to appeal to the magistrate, he gave me his earnest attention and appeared attentive. “I will do all that the law provides within my power to deliver your family from this supernatural curse,” the magistrate pledged. However, his brow furrowed and his physiognomy wrinkled into an inquisitive smirk. “I beg you, what is your name?”
“Ernest Frankenstein,” I answered back in my calmest voice. With this, the magistrate’s former empathy and kindness vanished. He erupted into an unsettling fit of laughter. …show more content…
Your brother came to me earlier for a similar reason. He claimed some strange creature – or day I say ‘monster’ was the cause of these same issues,” he commented, mocking my brother, Victor Frankenstein’s, voice. “You Frankensteins sure have issues, but there’s nothing the law can do about an overactive imagination. I recommend a good night’s sleep and no more meals before dinner, lad.”
I was petrified. My only hope for justice. My only source of hope. The only person who could help me move on from this dark past had shut the door in my face. However, the magistrate had an intriguing effect on me. I began to wonder what Victor had been studying for so long at Ingolstadt. This illustrious institution had transformed his character. The rigor had so deeply engrossed Victor that he had forgotten to write back to our
When I first began to appeal to the magistrate, he gave me his earnest attention and appeared attentive. “I will do all that the law provides within my power to deliver your family from this supernatural curse,” the magistrate pledged. However, his brow furrowed and his physiognomy wrinkled into an inquisitive smirk. “I beg you, what is your name?”
“Ernest Frankenstein,” I answered back in my calmest voice. With this, the magistrate’s former empathy and kindness vanished. He erupted into an unsettling fit of laughter. …show more content…
Your brother came to me earlier for a similar reason. He claimed some strange creature – or day I say ‘monster’ was the cause of these same issues,” he commented, mocking my brother, Victor Frankenstein’s, voice. “You Frankensteins sure have issues, but there’s nothing the law can do about an overactive imagination. I recommend a good night’s sleep and no more meals before dinner, lad.”
I was petrified. My only hope for justice. My only source of hope. The only person who could help me move on from this dark past had shut the door in my face. However, the magistrate had an intriguing effect on me. I began to wonder what Victor had been studying for so long at Ingolstadt. This illustrious institution had transformed his character. The rigor had so deeply engrossed Victor that he had forgotten to write back to our