- Dec 27, 2005
Article in the London Times, December 12, 1840
Napoleon returns to France!
The frigate La Belle-Poule docked today at Le Havre, bearing the earthly remains of Napoleon, having travelled to and from Saint Helena island, where the former Emperor of France had lived until his death in 1821. He had been buried there under His Majesty's order that he never return to France, for fear he could reunite the French people in another disastorous war against Europe. Many questioned the fairness of not allowing the body of Napoleon to return, one particularly eccentric individual asking, "I wonder if the bloody King of England is afraid that Le' Empeurer will rise from the dead!" The official funeral is to be held in three days time, and...
Peirre Guerrier, generically named French guy and leader of the Bonapartist movement, closed the newspaper with a sinister grin on his mustachioed face. The Bonapartist movement had all but died after being driven underground following the disastorous defeat at Waterloo in 1815, and was all but defunct following Napoleon's death in 1821.
But now...now, Peirre had a plan. A genius plan...It would require the last few fanatic followers of the Bonapartist movement. But the fanatical support of less than twenty people would not be enough...he would need professional help...
March 13, 1841
March 13, 1841
The night was perfect. Victor Frankenstein smiled every time lightning flashed outside of his small workshop, giggled gleefully as thunder boomed. Tonight, he would do the impossible, tonight he would raise the dead!
"Igor!" he screeched to his ugly, hunchbacked assistant, "raise the platform! Let the corpse be bombarded by energy from the heavens! LET THERE BE LIFE!"
Igor giggled psychotically. "Yess masster!" he said, as he yanked on the chains, raising a platform with a covered body up towards the open roof of the workshop. The metal platform would act as a lightning rod, drawing the electric blasts from the sky towards the body, cobbled together from the exhumed corpses of petty criminals.
"YES! YES!" Victor screamed. Suddenly, the door to his small workshop burst down. Several men armed with pistols rushed into the workshop, surrounding Frankenstein and Igor.
A short man with a large, comical mustache walked in, wearing a French Marshal's hat. "Greetings, Dr. Frankenstein. I am Peirre Guerrier," he said in a sinister tone. He glanced up towards the platform. "Perfect...you will come with us, you and that little assistant of yours. You will travel with us back to France, where you will continue your work. With one minor difference...instead of piecing together the corpses of criminals, you will ressurect...NAPOLEON BONAPARTE!" He launched into a bout of evil laughter, as Victor Frankenstein trembled....