Alternate Ending To Frankenstein

“No!” I tried to scream, but was lost for words. A huge net plunged into our holding cell. Its bright blue appearance made my stomach twist in knots. Frederick screeched as the net dragged his desperate body into the airless wasteland above. The pale creature held his gasping body before my cage, mocking my pain. He was my only friend. I heard his screams ring out for a minute, and then everything went silent. “Boom, boom, boom!” My eyes open suddenly. I can hear its footsteps outside.”Boom, boom, boom.” It slowly approaches me. My body tenses up and I pace impatiently. A thousand things run through my head. Is this the end? Will I meet the same fate as my ex-roomate. The one who was violently taken one taken. Dark thoughts swim in and
Suddenly, the roof of my cell opens and food rains from above, slowly sinking. The roof returns and the creature emerges from the mist. I hesitate. “Eeeeeaaaat,” it screeches and I scurry over to the disgusting food. It smells savory, but I know better. I open my mouth and swallow it. It tastes bitter and crude. I feel the food struggle to squeeze down my throat. I fight with my gag reflex and manage to swallow it. The creature seems satisfied and disappears back into the mist. I relax, a little, and begin my daily pace across my cell. Just endless, mindless pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. I go to the far side, round the nauseating pink plant coated in green slime. I circle about the rock the color of the grey mist outside. I force myself to eat some more, I must be well fed when I make my escape, whenever that will
The orange creature swiftly creeps into the room to the right and retrieves a sharp pointed object. It glimmers in the moonlight. He disappears back into the room and stumbles in, clutching a bowl of fresh, clear water. He clumsily slams the bowl of water on the floor beside my holding cell. A sharp scraping sound pierces my ears as the orange creature begins to dissect the mesh from the window beside my cell. He nods in satisfaction when he finishes. Then, he circuits back to the other side of the room. In an instant, the creature is airborne, soaring high above my cell and into the window, shattering the glass. I hear the pale creature croak “what the…..” from above and I know my time is coming soon. The pale creature quickly bounds down the stairs and rounds the corner to the window. His hairy, giant, bare stomach presses against my cage as it struggles to see what caused the broken window. I know this is my only shot, so I lunge. I heave my cage over the edge of the table, slamming against the pale creature. It whines in pain. At the last second, I heave a hefty breath and leap. I taste the icy air surrounding me. Somehow, I land with a certain grace I never knew I possessed in the bowl. The pale creature clutches its stomach and deflates in pain. The orange creature reappears from the outside and plucks my bowl in its mouth. He scuttles out the window to