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electricity. Finally, a jolt of energy
surged into the cadaver. Fressen stood
over it, anxiously awaiting a sign. Alas,
his “father” refused to stir.
The mad surgeon tried one final,
desperate measure. He gave his father
an infusion of his own blood. This, he
reasoned, would seal the bond of
kinship between them, and welcome
his father’s spirit fully into its new
home. As the blood seeped from
Fressen into the corpse, the surgeon
could feel himself growing dizzy. But
his need for his father to be with him
once more drove Fressen on, and he
called out to his father over and over,
urging him to wake.
When the doctors found Fressen, he
was barely alive, lying beside the
horrible corpse he had sewn together
that night. The chief physician locked
Fressen in a private cell, and then
ordered the hideous creation
destroyed. But when the doctors
returned to the morgue, the thing was
gone.
Confused and alarmed, the doctors
instituted a search for the body.
Unfortunately for them, they found it.
Or rather, it found them. The new
“Edward” proceeded to kill each and
every doctor at the asylum that night.
Skittering through the bleak halls by
torchlight, hooting and gibbering, the
golem returned from its first bloody
night of existence to free his “son” and
creator, Fressen.
For some few months, Fressen and
his golem controlled the asylum.
Located perhaps ten miles from the
nearest village, the isolated asylum
rarely received visitors, and thus no
one discovered the doctors’ tragic
fates.
As the months passed, Fressen’s
“father” began to challenge and mock
the young man. Finally, the golem
ignored him. Instead of playing with
Fressen, the golem became interested
in finding a perfect mate for itself.
Once again, as long ago, Fressen felt a
rage burning within.
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