Frankenstein Alternate Ending Essay

CHAPTER NINE
Troll Snatching
I opened my eyes and two giant wart covered trolls who bore an eerie similarity to the creature that had haunted me in my nightmare were standing over me glaring down. Their red beady eyes were filled with detest and I screeched loud enough to wake the dead. One of the monsters stuck his hairy hideous hand over my mouth and the other sprinkled around some kind of teal colored magical dust. I breathed it in and I was under their spell. "Get up and get dressed boy!" One the trolls demanded and expelled a glob of grayish spittle that landed on my pillowcase. "Yes," I said as I stood up in a daze and slipped on my jeans and T-shirt. "Climb out!" They both ordered and pointed to my open window and I saw that the
I followed them, in a trance, for a while as we climbed up and down little wooded hills and marched through grassy valleys. At last, we came to a fast flowing river that was surrounded by windswept willows. "Sit down," one of the hideous, foul-tempered trolls ordered. "Not there, against that tree," he insisted pointing his crooked wart covered finger at one of the willows. And I sat down in the shade under its tangled branches. "How'd you know where to find the boy?" the nasty troll
Then he changed his mind. He said something about his pure heart." "Too bad I would've loved to watch him die!" he said snickering. "Yep, me too . . ." the other one sighed. "Pure heart?" the wicked troll repeated, "what's that?" "Who knows? I'm hungry!" "I'm starved!" the other troll agreed, his red eyes glinting like garnets. I sat in a daze against the tree. Watching them and listening to their conversation. And then, suddenly my foggy confusion lightened. I stretched, yawned, and felt drowsy like I was just waking up from a dream. I turned slightly and caught the awful trolls staring at me wide eyed, and suddenly felt very afraid. "Hey, he's coming to. Better dust him again." "I did it the last time," the uglier of the two argued. "Alright, alright, fine I'll do it. But next time it's your turn dim-witted," he replied and came over wrinkled his nose and sprinkled me with some more magic powder and I was under their spell again. "Let's go loot, pillage, and plunder a bit of victuals somewhere. I'm starving and if we don't find something soon," he said and glared at me with a ravenous look in his eyes. He licked the drool that had begun to drip out of his mouth and down over his lips, and continued, "I might have to fib to Gordok just a little. Tell him that we lost the boy." They both apparently thought that the idea of gobbling me up was hilarious because they began to laugh wildly showing their large shiny sharp teeth and rolling around