EXT. Victor Frankenstein’s Residence – NIGHT,

 

The year is 2018, raining, the scene opens with Victor Frankenstein, holding a glass of beer sitting on a chair that reclines with a screeching sound. He appears to be inebriated, but conscious. As the rain continues to pour, it worsens. Lightning strikes begin to emerge, beginning to distortion Victor’s sight. He appears to not be bothered by the noise and brightening light to fills the room. Victor senses he’s not alone as if someone is set to appear tonight. One lighting stroke brights up the room, to invisible proportions. The area clears, Victor, takes one more sip before looking onto his creations eyes. The monster is standing tall, looking down on Victor, with anger, seeming ready to attack. But he continues to stay still, calming down for seconds before opening dialogue.

 

THE MONSTER

You know why I’m here?

 

VICTOR

To be a pest once more and hinder my peace?

 

The monster pushes Victor’s drink from his hand to later deliver a slap to his cheek to come up to his senses.

 

THE MONSTER

Justine you fool, she’s dead.

 

VICTOR

She killed my son, what else did she expect to receive from me? Praise? Fright? Please, let me be in peace to sorrow.

 

THE MONSTER

You know for sure it was her?!

 

VICTOR

I know for sure because she told me. That’s good enough for me to get her arrested and taken to justice.

 

THE MONSTER

She didn’t do it…

 

VICTOR

*in anger* Bullshit.

 

Victor gets up his sit to serve himself some whiskey. Walking past the broken glass, unfazed by it. He gets a cut on his left foot, still unfazed by the damage is done, Victor returns to his seat and continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

*sigh* I’m never wrong. Don’t ever doubt me when you know I’m right. *sips the glass of whiskey*

 

THE MONSTER

Do you think I’m here to fuck around and mourn the death of your son?

 

VICTOR

I made you, didn’t I? *sip again, the glass of whiskey*

 

THE MONSTER

*in anger* You destroyed me.

 

Frankenstein looks at the pictures that hanged around the home, most torn to shreds, The Monster, and now Justice is off the frames.

 

THE MONSTER

You had Justine prosecuted because that’s what you felt at the time, but I know you. You loved her. And don’t give me fucking excuses that you didn’t because she was more family than I ever was.

 

Victor, in silence. Takes the last sip of his drink and set the glass down. He continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

Well, she was part of the family after all. Of course, I had to express my gratitude with unconditional love to Justine. It was only far. And how did she repay me? *voice rises* By killing my son!? Disgraceful. Just. Like. You.

 

THE MONSTER

Disgraceful?! Me?! You abandoned me when I needed you the most.

 

VICTOR

I never abandoned you. You just weren’t what I would’ve hoped for, so I let you be free.

 

THE MONSTER

You abandoned me, dad.

 

VICTOR

*slaps THE MONSTER, in exclaims in anger* How many fucking times do I have to tell you?! I am not your father. You’re just a mistake. Pieces of scraps. An imperfect creation. A monster.

 

The Monster pushes Victor in anger, setting Victor flying afar his chair and knocking it over. Victor, in pain, intends to stand back up. But the injured foot hinders him to do so. The rain continues to pour, and the lighting intensifies the scene.

 

THE MONSTER

Is that all I am to you?! A… *in tears* MONSTER!!?!

 

Victor, seems to be suffering from blood loss and becomes unable to stand up and is prevented from movement, he sits still, next to the knocked down chair.

 

THE MONSTER

I still am your son.

 

VICTOR

*in pain* I have no son, he’s dead now.

 

THE MONSTER

Dad… why do you hate me?!

 

VICTOR

I told you to not call me that. *grunts in pain* You don’t belong here. Get out of here, monster.

 

THE MONSTER

*tearful* I have a name.

 

VICTOR

No vile creature deserves a name.

 

The Monster grabs Victor by the neck. Not to strangle, but to pick him up and push him back to the knocked down chair. Dialogue continues.

THE MONSTER

You know my name. Say it.

 

VICTOR

Get out of my house.

 

THE MONSTER

*voice rises* SAY IT!!!

 

The Monster, again, picks up Victor by the neck and this time holds him against the wall, suffocating Victor.

 

THE MONSTER

*voice rises louder* SAY MY NAME!!! YOUR SON’S NAME!!!

 

VICTOR

*grunts in pain, losing breath* Will…iam.

 

The Monster strangles harder, and Victor begins to lose color, his eye becomes watery. Victor is dying.

 

THE MONSTER

*soft, but with anger* Say it.

 

VICTOR

*grunts of pain, losing breath* No faggot, is a son of mine.

 

The Monster strangles harder.

 

THE MONSTER

*louder, with anger* Say it!

 

VICTOR

*gasping for air, unable to speak a word*

 

THE MONSTER

*all loud as he can speak* SAY IIIIIIIIT!!!!

 

VICTOR

*a stroke of air enables him to speak one word* Sebastian! *eye rolls up his skull*

 

The Monster, now Sebastian, throws Victor across the room. Victor, still alive, tries to regain air but is unable to move. Victor is unable to speak. Sebastian looks down at Victor and speaks.

 

SEBASTIAN

Why does my way to express love anger you, father? It’s my life after all. I can never be like William, nor I ever will be. Don’t force me to be the perfect creation you always dreamed off.

 

Sebastian leans closer to Victor.

 

SEBASTIAN

*whispers to Victor* That angers me.

 

Victor regains the ability to speak but in a soft manner. Almost without a voice, he speaks.

 

VICTOR

*softly* You… are… not… my son.

 

SEBASTIAN

*chuckles* Never was I, huh dad? Don’t you worry, now that you have no sons, you can only worry about yourself. Oh, and Elizabeth too, not that she’ll matter anyway. She’s next.

 

Victor shocked, gains the strength to sit up and look upon Sebastian once more before he departs, he continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

*weakly* What do you mean?!

 

SEBASTIAN

Oh nothing, just know that I’ll be around in the special moments in your life. Even when you don’t want me to. *walks away* After all, I am a monster to you. Might as well act like one. *chuckles*

 

VICTOR

*in anger* Did you kill my son?!?

 

SEBASTIAN

Never in a million years, dad. I loved him. *stops, pauses and turns slowly to Victor*But… maybe the monster did. *laughter* Love you, dad.

 

VICTOR

*in shock* WAIT!!!

 

The door closes, Sebastian is gone. Victor left alone and in pain. Rain still pour and the lightening subsides.

 

End scene.

 

REVIEW:

Mary Shelley’s novel is where the truth comes to be and where we begin to progress in our ideology of the monster. Sympathizing for such a creation that is not to be feared off. Because its intentions are to never hurt but rather to be accepted. Neglected by society and by his own creator, his murderous rage is simply engulfed by pure revenge towards the ones he felt for. And as the monster is left abandoned, we know that it’s not a threat. It, or as now we should mention, he never was.

The novel compels the truth behind the monster, his emotions, his awareness, and eagerness to feel love is what we, the readers now have learned through Mary Shelley’s novel. Although we are a numerous few, there’s still the vast majority that has yet to know the truth about the monster. Frankly, the monster was never the monster, to begin with. His image being portrayed through ridiculed merchandise for simple consumer satisfaction should be fixated to fully understand the novel’s true intentions. 

The whole Frankenstein novel is primarily contributed to the notion that if someone or something is made in the images one’s true perfection they’re are outcasted as an enigma of imperfection, but when in reality they never were in the first place. We use neo-pronouns for the individuals we apparently can’t understand what they are or decide to be, when ultimately we shouldn’t be asking that in the first place and should accept the indifference of society with open arms.

I decided to take into this more modern approach, that instead of having Justine executed, she is rather sent to trial for the misdeeds done from the monster. Including a scene where instead the monster is held in the shadows prepared to attack once again, the monster confronts Victor for the injustice done to Justine. Victor calls the monster a ‘faggot’ due to the fact that in this scenario, the monster was made a creation within Mary Shelley’s novel, he is one of Victor’s sons, whom of which was neglected for the fact that he was gay. William is still killed, the monster is still the cause of it, just with more of a modern scenario that can fit for both a start and a clearer understanding as to why the monster intends to haunt Victor for life. Victor ruined him. The monster, now Sebastian returns the favor.

– Stephen Muñoz