The beginning with the Dr. or How I learned to stop worrying and love the Monster

IT'S ALIIIIIIIIVE!

I write this in an attempt to clarify how and why the Dr. and I did what we did. Over the years the liberal media has tried to portray the Dr. as some kind of maniac. Amoral, psychotic, blundering, and foolish. This is not how he was at all.

I shall try to be concise with this story. Perhaps in telling it from my perspective, from the beginning, it will help bring back some of the luster to the brilliance of the Dr.'s tarnished and sullied memory.

From the very first, he was ahead of his time and treated as such out of envy or fear. He was ridiculed and labeled a lunatic by the more offensive members of European (and in some instances, American) academia. He had applied to all the great schools, hoping to gain funding to study and prove his theories of reanimation. Everywhere he turned, though, was a dead end. The only place that allowed him a small room and a meager stipend was the Sorbonne, and even then, it was only to ensure that they were able to control him and keep an eye on him.

Things did change, however. His uncle soon died, leaving him heir and sole inheritor of the Frankenstein estate. He hired me on as his assistant - not simply because I was the sole applicant for the assistant job, but in me I think he saw a kindred spirit. We were both outcasts, he with his marvelous ideas and I with my physical deformity.

I set to work. I gave all my time and energies to him to repay the kindnesses he showed me throughout our wonderful time together. I bought all we needed: beakers, test tubes, electrodes, surgical tools. Some of the things were harder to find, but nothing was impossible for my beautiful Doctor... Generators, capacitors,  scanning electron microscopes, and gas chromatographs. The tricky part was in finding the parts he needed for implanting into the subjects for his experiments.

It was in this environment that our friendship blossomed. We found solace in each other's company on those long, cold nights. He was a caring human capable of the greatest emotions. His favorite game was to chase me around the lab with whatever he could find and tease me with his unique sense of humor. Those were days that I shall always hold close to my heart.

Then came the trials where I was granted immunity for testifying against him. He never knew it, but I secretly had gone to the police with his crimes.

But he denied it all, just like he denied my love.