Vin levered up the small wire cage he was carrying, wedged it under the sweat-rimmed pit of one arm. Smelling the B.O. wafting in through the cage's wire mesh, the creature housed inside gave a pained squeak and flopped belly-up, its pink tongue lolling out for melodramatic effect. Vin rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to the hallway ahead. These varmints were known to play dead. The first time one had pulled this on him, flopping over in its cage like a dead fish, he'd let his natural, maternal instincts roar right over his goddamned common sense and he'd actually opened the cage door. Through some miracle of Arceus, he'd managed to get it shut again, but not before the damned thing inside had almost mauled his left hand to ribbons. Two …show more content…
About as much as the metal cage surrounding it. After lugging it and the cage up two flights of stairs, Vin felt like his arms were about to fall right off -- and what the hell was the point of the cage anyway? When he'd been sent down to the basement storeroom to retrieve it, he'd seen an entire ten-gallon drum stuffed full of pokeballs, thousands of the little mechanical marvels just sitting off in the corner, unused. He'd looked at the pokeballs, then back to the cage he was supposed to carry, then looked up at the storeroom manager like: "you have got to be shitting me, man." Maybe he was being hazed by the senior genetics researchers. Like: 'Ha ha, let's make the new tech nerd lug around one of our drugged-up biological abominations.' They were probably pissed he'd been taking bites out of the sandwiches in the breakroom fridge and stealing jello cups off the food tray he was supposed to be taking to Room 11 -- there was some weird long-haired boho dude he was supposed to feed, daily, but that dude seemed so out of it. Like he would even miss his precious jello cups. Anyway, a few weeks ago the senior researchers had brought him into the surveillance room, their faces all sagging and jowly with disappointment, and then they'd shown him the tapes: illuminated by the light from the open fridge, Vin's gaunt, narrow face had leered up on screen, mayonnaise slathered in a ring …show more content…
It was covered in a rash of self-important posters and notices: "smoking, eating, and drinking prohibited in this area", "caution: goggles required beyond this point", "please remove shoes before entry". Vin shouldered his way through the door, shedding his rubber-soled boots on the threshold like a goddamned holy man entering a temple. As he did so, he whispered his daily mantra, the prayer rolling off his tongue with familiar self-loathing, "Fucking nine-to-five soul-sucking job ... fuck this shit man tomorrow I'm outta here ..." He voice was dry and lilting, and it always carried a bit farther than he meant.
Case in point: the guy who had been standing on the other side of the door was now cocking a brow at him, his doofy lips worked up halfway to a sneer. "Yeah? And how are you going to pay back that 5 grand you owe me then?" he asked Vin.
Vin blew a big, fat slather of air back at him. This guy wasn't senior level, he was just some punk desert kid that did the janitorial work. Vin respected and even feared him -- not at this moment, but in general. He owed the kid a lot of money.
Stupid with exhaustion, Vin had stepped halfway across the room before he thought up a retort, but finally one came, "I don't know... prostitute myself out,
After killing his younger brother, Elizabeth , and his best friend, Victor after having no family left wanted to put an end to it all so he ended up chasing his creation and dying before catching it. After bringing the creature into this world and leaving it behind to fend for itself the creature endured lots of agony and pain from society which drove its rage to Victor and his family and he ended up kill this younger brother and soon to be wife. Both were isolated from society, Victor brought isolation upon himself through locking himself up to create the creature and ignoring everything around him as stated in the article, “The summer months passed while I was thus engaged, heart and soul, in one pursuit. It was a most beautiful season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest, or the vines yield a more luxuriant vintage: but my eyes were insensible to the charms of nature. And the same feelings which made me neglect the scenes around me caused me also to forget those friends who were so many miles absent, and whom I had not seen for so long a time. I knew my silence disquieted them; and I well-remembered the words of my father: "I know that while you are pleased with yourself, you will think of us with affection, and we shall hear regularly from you. You must pardon me if I regard any interruption in your correspondence as a proof that your other duties are equally neglected.” As
The first half of my book “The Cellar” written by Natasha Preston, was so good that I could not put the book down. The girl, at that point, had no memories which include her name and anything before she woke up on a dirty, bloody cabin floor. She looked down at her throbbing hand and found that two of her fingernails were missing.
After Victor’s younger brother, William, is murdered Victor visits the spot where he was murdered and sees the creature. He immediately assumed the creature killed his younger brother. Their young servant, Justine, is accused of the murder and is put on trial.
Jimmy threw the door open with all of his strength and right as they were about to run, they looked down and to their fear saw Thomas’s decapitated head sitting on their welcome mat staining it with blood so badly that it was no longer recognizable as a welcome mat. With a thick dark red blood flowing out of the head and standing on the sliced spine the head started to tip over and fall. His eyes were still wide open and had a dropped jaw with blood slowly flowing down it like a waterfall. The face looked cold and lifeless as it sat there in the pool of blood. Allison screeched and slammed the door shut.
“Enjoy your last meals boys!” Shouted the large Arab as he smacked the slave, unfortunate enough to be serving in the belly of the Colosseum that day. His massive hands shook the bars of the prisoner’s cage, intimidating many of the men held captive inside. “You’ll be dead and burning on the pyre as I feast and fuck this night.” The current prized gladiator climbed the bars and thrust his hand through, gripping one of the larger men about his throat, “Will you be the first to fall to my sword,” He laughed as he shoved the man away and pointed to the one who sat in the corner of the cell. His head was down, elbows pressed to his knees, and although there was a crust of bread still in his hand, he had not eaten it, nor had any of the other prisoners yet deemed it fit to take it from him. “No, it will be you. HEY! LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!!!”
It announced, “I could have torn him limb from limb, as the lion rends the antelope. But my heart sunk within me as with bitter sickness, and I refrained.” (Ch.15 P.97) The creature ran away from Victor in a set of rage and found the De Lacey family living in a cottage, learning how to communicate by Felix and becoming infatuated with him and his family. Thinking that this family could accept it because of their nature, the creature reveals itself to them, resulting in them mirroring Victor’s resentment. It was hard for the creature to hurt someone that it had developed a strong liking to, and therefore it let Felix strike it. This is significant because it is demonstrating how the creature is often rejected and isolated by the society it is amongst, and it realizes it desperately craved to be accepted by its own creator. This particular part reveals to us that solitude does not necessarily mean being alone, seeing as how the creature is mostly surrounded by different kinds of people, but that it is the state of being alone. In the creature’s case, this is a mental state. These overwhelming feelings clouds the judgement of the creature and it immediately goes to Victor, demanding Victor to make it a female companion. When Victor refuses, the creature promised him, “I will revenge my injuries: if I can not inspire love, I will cause fear.” (Ch.18 P.104) All throughout the book, the
In the perspective of the creature, he did that all for revenge. When Victor abandoned him, the creature had no guide to the world. His first day of life was not what he thought out. He was unable to distinguish light, sound, and smell. His first feelings was fear, depression, and isolation.
For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room…” (34) Victor’s obsession derives from his desire for praise and renown, and once he sees how vulgar and monstrous his creation is, and how the world would percieve him, he rejects it, disregarding the consequences of what he has done. The Creature is simply a victim of Victor’s selfish need for prominence; once Victor realizes the Creature would be of no use to him in his pursuit, he casts the Creature out to the dogs. The Creature is now at a disadvantage not only by his horrifying deformity that Victor so kindly gifted him with, but also he has no one to assist him in navigating the world. This wreckless
Even after being rejected by Victor upon coming to life, the creature still clung to his "happy and excellent nature" (32). Upon giving the spark of life to the creature, Victor immedia...
The next morning, Victor woke up to the creature standing over him. Victor jumped out of his bed and ran out of the room, completely frightened. Victor’s original thought was that his own creation was trying to kill him in his sleep. Victor peered around the corner to see what the creature was doing. He saw the creature sitting on his bed looking confused and upset. He walked over to the creature, and the creature in a broken sentence asked for water and food. Victor felt foolish for thinking his creature would want to kill him. Victor made the creature breakfast and helped him learn how to use a fork and knife. Victor could not help but laugh when he saw how funny and abnormally large the creature looked sitting at the table.
It awoke in a darkened room. Its creator, asleep on his bed. It knew not what the world around it even was. Everything astounded him. It’s first and perhaps only guide was supposed to be its creator, but sadly, that does not come to pass. As soon as Victor awakens, he tears himself out of the room in horror at what he has done, leaving the Creature to fend for itself in a strange land. The Creature, knowing not what it should do, grabbed some random paper from Victor’s desk and fled the room. He ran into the forest, where he wandered about, listening to the lovely song of the birds. He even tries to copy their songs in vain.
Victor immediately abandons the creature in disgust. The creature is made up of dead body parts and is gigantic in stature. From the beginning of the story, the creature’s genetic makeup has already influenced his first encounter with mankind. Victor retells his encounter with his creation “His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed downstairs”(58). Because the creature never forms a bond with Victor, he is subjected to the cruelty of his environment.The conflict of trust versus mistrust, revolves around whether or not a person becomes able to rely on other people t...
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
After abandoning the Creature for years to suffer severely isolated harshly in society, Victor does not feel the slightest remorse for the agony and torment the Creature has endured in his short life, but is still only concerned with how much pain Victor has had to suffer because of the Creature. Unlike Victor, the one true thing the Creature wants in this world is to have a genuine connection with another living being and to be loved and accepted. The Creature is able to show empathy after watching the De Lacey for a while and “when they were unhappy, [he] felt depressed; when they rejoiced, [he] sympathized in their joys” (113). But when the Creature despairingly pleads with Victor to grant him his desire in life, Victor reluctantly agrees, only to take it back out of fear of his own reputation for “that future ages might curse me as their pest, whose selfishness had not hesitated to buy its own peace at the price” (166). He does not care how his actions will affect the Creature’s feelings, or even how the Creature’s actions will affect other people.
Initially, Henry is disturbed by his friend’s creation, declaring it an abomination. Victor argues that the creature will provide valuable insight into what it means to be human. Victor then convinces Henry to help him teach the creature how to conduct himself in a socially acceptable manner. At first, the two are successful in teaching the creature a few words.