"GHOULS NIGHT OUT"
HALLOWEEN 2007 HARDY BOYS CONTEST ENTRY
WHO MOVED MY FRANKENSTEIN?
by
Author D
Chapter 1
The Chapters
What happened?
Frankenstein Happen.
He was happily walking home after a long hard day at the laboratories. He loved his time in the laboratories working on solutions to problems that could help improve the world he lived in. He could not wait to grow up to become a Professional Investigator like his father. And one day, he and his younger brother would be masters of their own laboratories, just like their father.
Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light followed by an overwhelming sense of vertigo. The world around him blurred and he felt as if he was being pulled apart in many directions. It was not painful, but it was so uncomfortably disorientating he felt bile rising from his guts.
A long while later, the sense of vertigo ended. Sadly, the nausea remained. He tried to hold it in; he did not want to puke in an unknown place. It was not an environmentally friendly thing to do in public domain, and not a polite thing to do on private property.
He opened his eyes to find himself in a strange, strange place indeed. There were strange transparent apparatus filled with multi-colored liquids all around him. Strange cabling laced the wooden ceiling above him, and every so often a spark of electricity raced across the metal work around him.
Where was he?
“He’s awake!” he heard an excited voice exclaim.
Something flashed. It could be lightning. A thunderous roar followed. He was right. Light travels faster than sound.
“He’s alive!” That voice continued gloatingly, “I did it! I created life out of pure energy! I AM God! No one’s ever going to laugh at me again…”
That was when he realized he was strapped onto a strange contraption. He struggled but it was no use. The straps held.
I’ve been captured by the Humans for one of those unethical humane experiments my father’s been warning me about! he thought, terrified.
Everything his parents taught him about culture, civilization and courtesy went flying out of his skull to be replaced by fear. His sense of nausea spiked and before he knew it, he vomited.
I am one of those uncultured Humans after all, he thought miserably.
The misery was forgotten as a shadow of a Human loomed over him. He trembled as a fair hand reached out to touch his face. He could see the terrible, terrible whiteness of those deadly pearly teeth coming closer towards him in a parody of a grotesque smile.
He trembled harder still.
“I am Victor Frankenstein,” the dark shadowy Human announced. “I am your creator…and soon I will be the god of an entire new race…”
Creator my foot! he thought. You kidnapped me!
From the corner of his eye, he watched Victor potter over to that strange equipment. He refused to think about the second word of the mad Human’s name. It somehow tainted the purity of his own name, so lovingly and carefully chosen by his father, his mother, and his grandparents.
Why must that mad Human have the same name as me? he grouched.
He would not be defeated by a mad Human! He would escape and warn his father. His father would know what to do. His father had a formidable reputation and many high level connections. The Human would regret kidnapping him and trying to use him for whatever devious purposes…
With those thoughts he felt determination course through him. His fear receded a little. He struggled harder. The strap started to loosen. He continued to struggle.
Then he heard something.
Apparently, Victor heard it too. The Human took a peek out of the window and started panicking. He rushed to gather and pack his notes and other strange impediments.
CLASH! BANG! THUD!
Windows broke and unidentified objects came flying in. Glass apparatuses shattered, spilling colored liquid all over. Something caught fire and it spread. The flames started to lick at the foot of the table where he lay.
There were shouts and screams of words which he could not decipher. But he could feel the anger in those voices; feel the hatred and fury directed at him.
Why? What have I done?
He worked even more desperately to free himself.
The straps broke.
He shoved himself off the bed, leapt away from the greedy flames, and out of the back window.
He picked himself up, shrugged off the broken glass shards, and ran.
Oh no! The Humans saw me!
They chased.
He stumbled and fumbled and ran on.
Above him a streak of lightning flashed and hit something behind him. The world about him turned white and it was vertigo all over again…
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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The authors have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.