Raising the Dead
by Nick Allen
Dark clouds
were swept along the night sky while lightning
illuminated the blackness with flashes of pure
white.
Dr Mortis
surveyed the spectacle from the skylight in his
attic laboratory and rubbed his hands in glee.
“Are you
ready Igor? Igor, Igor, where the hell are you?”
Igor, a man
uglier than most, emerged from a side room
wearing a pink bath robe.
“Sorry
Master, I’ve used the last of the hot water...”
“What the
f… Igor what are you playing at?
Tonight’s the night for God’s sake! Get
some bloody clothes on. Remember, tonight our
creature will live! And it’ll be a damn
sight better than his down the road.”
“What
Frankenstein’s? You don’t like him do
you Doc?”
“Well can
you blame me? Always harping on how great his
supposed ‘creature’ is. I’ll tell
you something about that monstrosity, it’s
no flaming oil painting. And talk about thick, I
think it’s got brains made of mashed potato
or something. If we can’t beat that with our
beauty then I’m not a twisted genius.”
Igor’s
smirk was countered with a clout to the head.
“That was
a joke face-ache. Now get a move on, Lilly is
coming up for the big switch-on.”
“Ah, Mrs
Mortis. She wont be too pleased if we don’t
get that thing going will she? She wasn’t
that pleased when the Frankenstein’s got a
bigger horse than you, if I remember rightly.”
“That has
got bugger all to do with you. Now come here and
help with these electrodes, this thing won’t
start itself you know.”
Igor pulled
wires from a box and began fixing them to the
cadaver before him.
“I had a
bleedin’ date tonight, a really hot chick if
you must know. That’s why I was bathing. Yet
look at me now...”
“A date?”
the Doctor sputtered. “Who with? Medusa
again? Gawd help us if your union is ever blessed
with little ones, mate. We’ll have to get
the local vet on stand-by. Well that or pest
control!”
“Perhaps
you're right,” conceded Igor laughing at the
image.
Thunder
cracked like never before and the two of them
looked skywards.
“Raise
the lightning rod Igor, the time is nigh.”
As Igor
cranked the huge wheel, Lilly Mortis entered the
laboratory and made her way to the creature.
“Is
everything as we discussed?” asked Lilly,
looking down at the inert man on the slab.
“Oh yes,
sweet-pea all ready now.”
Lilly lifted
the sheet covering its middle and glared at the
Doctor.
“Is that
the best one you could find?”
They don’t
make diamonds as big as bricks you know, my
little pumpkin-pie.”
“No, and
they didn’t make yours much bigger than a
diamond did they?”
“Shhh,
Igor can hear. Anyway it’s time now.”
The Doctor raised his voice. “Are you ready
Igor?
“Yes
Master.”
“Well as
long as his works eh,” said Lilly, a scowl
crawling across her face.
The Doctor
looked his wife up and down - and strongly
suspected it wouldn’t.
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