Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

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. Having grown to be very close friends with a fellow student. 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. Only stunted by society's difficulty taking a female scientist seriously. Then she was distracted by that which distracts all young and lonely people. Love. Engaged to be wed to a young man by the name of Henry Applewood, she was enraptured by his charm. Unable to see the harm that he caused her. Our story begins late one night, you Viktoria toiled in her lab. Her dark red hair tied up in a bun. Her fiance entered the lab, passively examining her work. Where is your assistant? He asked, looking around at the caged test animals. She's out right now. I didn't need her tonight. She glanced at him briefly, returning to her work. I was thinki ng, since we are getting married. Is it not time for her to move? She is an adult. He began before Viktoria cut him off. She's my oldest friend. Her family and fiance have died. What would you have me do? Put her on the street? She has nothing and no one else! Okay. Okay. Just thinking out loud. He turned back to the cages, peering into a cage only to anger the snake it held. Careful love. Viktoria warned, turning to face him. That's how my father died. Best not to underestimate serpents. Twas one that tempted Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge, yes? He replied, chuckling softly. Come now, darling. Must you spend another evening in this dank dungeon? I thought that we might spend it together? As he spoke Viktoria had turned away. Perhaps such sciences are best suited to men. As he spoke, he quietly slipped her notes into his pocket. Unbeknownst to Viktoria, he had been publishing her studies under his name. Ha! And pursue what exactly? Child rearing? Home building? She scoffed at the notion. Would it be so bad? He asked approaching her. Henry, please. I'm already becoming a wife before I am ready. Must we speak of children? I have work to do. Henry scoffed, turning her to face him. Really, Viktoria. I grow tired of these games. Put away your toys and become a woman. He tugged at the top of her dress, breaking several buttons. Viktoria grunted as she was turned. Ow! Henry? Not right now! I'm busy- Her voice was cut short as he forced an aggressive kiss on Her, pushing her back onto the table. Sending notes and tools crashing to the ground. She struggled at first, before giving in. He was her future husband after all. She had certain responsibilities. When he was finished, and left the lab, she sat up, disoriented. She rubbed a choke mark on her neck, righting her clothing as best she could. Did he really have to finish inside? She held her hand over her belly, grumbling deservedly. I had better note become pregnant. A child would ruin her career for certain. Some hours later, Viktoria found herself eating alone, again, still rubbing her neck absent mindedly. Henry always stayed out late with his peers. She trusted him though. Not like he was the type to spend all night at a brothel or opium den. She passed on the glass to drink wine straight from the bottle.