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Jekyll, Hyde, and Frankenstein

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Captain Robert Walton, in a letter to his sister, November 9, 19--:

At first when I had gone to pick up the man from the docks, I’d thought him just someone who was seeking passage across the sea like everyone else. I thought his request to go alone a bit odd, but what was I to do? I wasn’t going to reject the man, especially when he offered to pay extra for the private ride. I made sure to keep an eye on him- don’t worry, your brother isn’t that crazy. 

Who knows what he wanted to steal, right?

Except… That wasn’t the case at all. 

It was most bizarre. The man that I met was older, what exact age I couldn’t tell you- his body almost looked younger than the rest of him, his eyes sunk in and filled with fear, the wrinkles on his face showing that he’d been through a large amount of stress in his life. He dressed simply, despite the amount of money he said that he could pay me for the fare. 

We set off, and he mostly sat on deck in a corner, right where anyone could see. He navigated me, and I found where we were heading to be… a little dangerous for a ship the size of mine. I warned him of this, and he changed the path so that we wouldn’t become shipwrecked. 

If this man had any ill-intent towards me, it was never obvious. 

As we traveled, the weirdest part was the story he told. A story about two men who both had big intentions- bold experiments, searching to uncover the secrets of humanity. It was wonderful. It was dangerous. It was a life of pure destruction.

He’d been haunted by the creature he created- not only that, but he was haunted by the pain that had been caused by it. The other man was no more- he’d already “been saved” from his monster, saved through death. He claimed many had died from the two creatures each man had created- one inside the body, and one outside of it. 

The story nearly drove myself mad. 

I wish I had the proper words to explain it. I alone know the story, and I will try to recount as much as I can so that the story may spread- so that the world knows there are some secrets that are better left… unknown. One cannot separate the nature of humanity into black and white components of “good” and “evil.” One cannot try to claim those back from death. If there’s anything the two Great Wars have taught us, it’s certainly those two ideas. 

Some questions are better left unexplored, and some experiments are better left uncompleted.