Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith & Horror_Show)

When everything you are is already an abomination in the eyes of God, is it truly possible to worsen your inevitable and eternal sentence? When everything you love is stolen from you and the world bleeds you dry of your happiness and hope, is it selfish to want to steal it back? London, England. The late 1800's... Well before grief and madness had threatened to claim her mind, a young hopeful in London's scientific and medical community was already an abomination in the eyes of God and her frustratingly pious peers. The young Viktoria Von Frankenstein had been born to a pair of demanding parents. Both were experts in their respective fields. Her father a brilliant physician and her mother a mechanical engineer. Propelling electricity and diesel fuels into the new norm for the city. Both were achievers, and children were not what achievers needed. Despite making it clear from an early age that Viktoria was an unwanted distraction, Viktoria worked desperately for their approval. Her youth was dedicated to her books. Learning both of her parents trades. She studied diligently and excelled in school, earning the respect and adoration of her peers and professors. As she grew older, and into young adulthood, her career was beginning to take shape. One after the the other, both her parents passed away. Her mother claimed in an unfortunate electrical accident, and her father poisoned by one of the many venomous snakes he kept to make antidotes from. Viktoria refused to grieve for them. Both died failures in her eyes. Having underestimated the dangers of their work and paying the price. Having inherited her parents estate, a brilliant mansion in the center of the city, she worked diligently. Combining her parents respective labs into one, and adopting her father's study as her own. In both technology and medicine, the brilliant Viktoria Von Frankenstein was becoming a shining star. Then she was distracted by that which distracts all young and lonely people. Love. On a night away from her studies, she found herself falling head over heels for a beautiful young opera singer named Henrietta. An unfortunate stage accident ended in the singer needing short term medical attention, for which Viktoria gladly volunteered. In short time, the two had begun seeing each other regularly, and suspiciously, each would begin to spend days at a time away at the others home. Then came the diagnosis. Henrietta's parents had discovered her affair with the young scientist and had her committed. Her homosexual tendencies regulated to a simple case of classic female hysteria and desperation for acceptance. Not able to compete against the diagnosis, Viktoria had to watch as Henrietta was taken from her. Some months later, at the academy, she was chosen to serve as the mortician's assistant for an anatomy study. She had already memorized human anatomy. Perhaps it was for this purpose that she was chosen. A recent death at the Sanitarium has provided us with a cadaver for study. Still fresh, the remains should be a perfect example of a living human. The instructor bellowed to the peers watching from their raised seats. At twenty-four years old, she was light years ahead of even her oldest peers, perhaps even some of her professors. Miss Frankenstein, if you would be so kind as to remove the sheet. As the sheet was pulled back, Viktoria brought her hands up to stifle a shriek of shock. The body on the gurney was her beloved Henrietta... As her eyes panned over her body she could easily discern what had happened. The burns and bruising around the neck implied a hemp rope. She had hung herself. You seem paler than usual, Frankenstein? Does she seem familiar? The cruel smile on the teacher's face said it all. He had planned for this. This academy has no room for those who would seek to diminish the name of God in so unholy a pairing. Consider yourself expelled. The taunting and cruel voices of her peers drove the emotional Viktoria from the college and back to her manor. Where she wept and mourned for days. Not sleeping, not eating. Simply sinking into a pit of despair. News came by way of a newspaper that one of her fellow students, a Mr. Ashford, was about to commit his daughter to the Sanitarium on the grounds of insanity. Feeling a great swell of grief, she dressed and took her carriage to the Sanitarium in the hopes of arriving before Ashford's daughter could be put through whatever had pushed Henrietta. She entered the Sanitarium like a storm, brushing past the doors and towards the reception. My name is Viktoria Von Frankenstein. Yes, those Frankensteins. I wish to contest the declaration of Ms. Ashford's insanity, on the grounds that Mr. Ashford has no history of psychological knowledge. I instead move that she be removed from Mr. Ashford and placed in my custody to be monitored by a real professional. Her words were thick with venom as she glared at the doctors and finally Mr. Ashford himself.