”Make one like me…”

The wretch wanted a companion.

So this time, Victor made a woman. At first he wanted to deny the Creature in it’s longing for sentient connection, and he almost did. The idea of the Creature reproducing, he shuddered to think of the implications.

As if a miracle, an idea came to him. Such a simple solution, really.

Fallopian tubes. He excluded them excluded completely, preventing any potential fertilized egg from making its way to the new specimens uterus. He repeated the process of his first specimen with his second and when the next storm rolled over his laboratory, Victor prepared the lighting rod. As the table was shifted up into its crucifix structure, lightning struck the rod, sending the electricity down and into his new specimen.

You. The female.

The Creature sat in the corner hands raised to block his face, while Victor stood meters away, watching like he had before, and when the electricity stopped flowing, he rushed over, spinning the handle to lay the table back down. He listened and he found a heartbeat immediately this time, the second ear pressed against his specimen's chest.