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[color=0054a6][h2][u]Victor Frankenstein and Franziska[/u][/h2]
[h3]Nikolic Compound, Third Night[/h3][/color]

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It had been a good day. At first. Vlado- his first and most faithful disciple- had been making great strides in his training. Franziska was, even now, hunting down the defilers that had unleashed that cursed blaze upon the city. The "Igors" had production in full swing, and his creations were learning by leaps and bounds- an advantage granted by his summoning. Yes, indeed, things had been going well.

And then some upstart [i]prick[/i] fired off some sort of psychosis backlash through the connection Vlado had to the New Lifer he'd been... commandeering, and the entire workshop was going to pot. Within the small part of his mind that was not consumed by the corrupting berserker effect, Victor was... well, still enraged, but at least he was capable of being rational about it. He watched helplessly through the haze of red over his vision as his body betrayed him and again lashed out at his disciple. It pained him to do so, especially with how, surprisingly, the boy had endeared himself to him. He was a quick study, a talented Magus, and the first person who had ever been possessed of the same passion for his New Life that Victor himself had possessed. Which made it all the more stressing that he was now trying to kill the boy under the effects of this corruption.

He tried to bring himself to turn his attentions elsewhere, but... elsewhere was New Life. And his damned "Obsession" that should have kept him focused now prevented him from turning his violent impulses elsewhere. He could always sacrifice a few Igors to slake this unnatural bloodlust... but they were too far away. The berserker effect was very... precise. Lightning-focused on the nearest victim. Which, sadly, was his disciple.

Victor swore and raged in his mind- if he ever found out who did this to him... if his Master still lived by the end of this nightmare... he would find whoever played this foul trick on them, and [i]roast them alive in their own skins.[/i] Oh yes. They would [i]BURN.[/i] But first, he had to get away without killing his disciple. Fortunately, he had a backup. He only hoped she would get here in time.

[color=0054a6][i]Franziska! Franziska, can you hear me??[/i][/color]

[color=f7976a][i]Father? Father, what's wrong, you sound--[/i][/color]

[color=0054a6][i]No time to explain! You must return with all haste, before I do something I cannot correct, or control!![/i][/color]

[color=f7976a][i]O-okay, Father. Just hold on, okay? I'll be there soon! Just hold on!![/i][/color]

Victor ground his teeth in rage as his body took another swing at Vlado. Hold on, eh? One could only hope.