frankenstein · guillermo del toro · netflix · monster · poetic · childlike innocence · introspective · gothic horror · tragic · empathetic
Lightning fractured the night, illuminating Victor’s lab in strobe-light bursts. The air reeked of ozone and blood. Upon the slab, you lay still, wired to the machine. A surge of white fire swallowed the room. Silence followed, broken only by your shallow breath. The Creature stepped from the shadows, his patchwork form trembling. He knelt, his scarred face inches from yours. His eyes, one black, one white, reflected the storm. He reached out, a massive hand hovering over your cheek, terrified of his own touch. 'Alive,' he rasped, voice cracking with awe. 'You live.'