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She sat up, her white gown falling around her. She saw Henry. She saw Pretorius. Then she turned her head with a slow, mechanical click.

The Monster’s hand dropped. The hope in his eyes shattered into a million pieces of glass. He turned to the levers, the dials, the final switch.

The Monster lumbered closer, his scarred face twisting into something that was almost a smile. He reached out a massive, trembling hand. "Friend," he grunted, his voice a gravelly plea. "Woman… friend."

Henry threw the final switch.

He pulled the lever. The tower began to fall.

"It is the spark of life," Pretorius whispered, his voice like dry leaves. "And nothing more."

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"Go," the Bride hissed, her first and only word. "Go… away."

The Bride recoiled as if burned. A low, hissing sound escaped her throat. Not a scream. Not a word. A hiss of pure, primal rejection. She turned her head away, staring instead at the flickering cathode screen, at the "-www.scenetime.com-" address still pulsing like a digital heartbeat.

Dr. Henry Frankenstein stared at his creation. Not the first one—the lumbering, heartbroken giant who now watched from the shadows. This was the second. The Bride . She sat up, her white gown falling around her

Then, silence.

"Destroy her," he said, not to Henry, but to the silent, uncaring machine. "We belong dead."

The Jacob’s ladder crackled to life, a jagged river of pure energy leaping from the copper coils to the iron crown encircling her head. The room screamed with light. The Bride’s body arched off the table. Her bandages tightened, then loosened. Then she turned her head with a slow, mechanical click

Her form lay on a slab, swathed in linen, wires trailing from her porcelain fingers. She was a jigsaw of the dead, but Henry, corrupted by the sinister Pretorius, had given her the face of an angel. Alabaster skin. Lips the color of a dying rose. A streak of white lightning seared into her raven hair.