His long days and sleepless nights, he was so sure that his creation would fascinate and inspire people with his success. Before Frankenstein left to study in Ingolstadt, Victor lost his mother due to the scarlet fever, his emotions made him believe that if he could find the proper formula, he could have some control over the fate of people’s lives. He was so obsessed over creating new life, almost as if he wanted to play Gods’ role for women, or as if he were a god. While Victor gathered the corpse and preparing for his masterpiece, he grew pale and thin as he was trapping himself in his laboratory. In chapter four, is when the readers can tell he had gone mad, “His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriance’s only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips (Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, Chapter 4, page 35).” The project he worked consistently on for two years, was finally …show more content…
Now that he completed his discovery, the beauty of the dream he had in his mind vanished. He was disgusted and horrified that he, himself, had created such an awful, terrifying, eight foot tall monster. Victor ran into the other room to try to clear his head from what he had created and soon fell asleep. The monster was hovering over Victor with the look that a child gives their parents, and with a grin on its face. Victor escaped his apartment and completely avoids the upsetting situation he brought into this world. He paced outside of his home, shaking and thinking about the monster that was still inside. Victor was in shock that he did not notice how horrific and hideous his “masterpiece” was. He was too obsessed with wanting to be successful and carelessly put the corpse together, which imaged a monster. Victor went into the outskirts of the village and unexpectedly saw his childhood friend from Gevena, Henry Clerval. They headed back to Victors’ apartment, knowing that what he had created was still possibly in there, Victor avoided telling his friend about the catastrophe. Frankenstein searched for the monster before Henry got to the door, there was no sign of the