“My name is Frankenstein,” he said. “And I am looking for three friends.”

“Who are they?” asked the old man.

“The kindest people in all the world. But, alas, they do not know me. And I am not like anyone else.”

“You say they are kind,” replied the old man. “Then it will not matter to them that you are different.”

“But others have treated me so badly that I am afraid.”

“Do not be,” said the old man. “For I can tell that you are good. And I will help you all I can. Who are these people whom you seek?”

The Monster fell on his knees and kissed the old man’s hands. “It is you!” he cried. “You and Felix and Agatha whom I love!”

Just then, the cottage door opened. It was the son and daughter. The Creature turned to them. He wanted to say, “Please don’t be afraid of me. I would die for you.” But it was too late! For Agatha looked at him, then fell to the floor.

Felix grabbed an ax that was hanging on the wall. He swung it with all his might. The ax went into the Monster’s body. His bones cracked, and he howled in pain. But the Creature got up. He pulled the ax out of his body. He raised it high over the young man’s head.

“Don’t hurt us! Don’t hurt us!” the blind man cried out.

My Monster stopped. He took the ax in both hands and snapped it in half. Now it was as broken as his heart. He threw down the pieces and rushed out of the cottage.

“They tried to kill me!” he screamed as he ran. “Those whom I love. The very ones I would have died for! They all hate me! Oh, why was I ever made? Why am I alive?”

A look of anger came over his face. It was a look that would make the mountains shake in fear. “BECAUSE OF VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN!” he cried.

It was then that the hatred grew in my Creature’s heart. A hatred that would be the cause of all the horrors I am about to tell.

Chapter 4

Deep in the forest was a cave. There, my Monster lay on a bed of leaves. He could do little for himself.