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Frankstein’s
Monster
(Sort Of)
(But Not Really)
by
Olivia Hill
Killing Monsters in the Gig Economy
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CONTENTS
By Olivia Hill
If you like this story, please check out the other #iHunt
novels, #iHunt: Killing Monsters in the Gig Economy,
#iHunt A Transylvanian Prince in Southern California,
and #iHunt Mayhem in Movieland.
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come from its illegality. If you get a gram one day, and a
gram the next, even from the same dealer, they might have
completely different composition. One might be too much
for you. One might not be enough. If we’d just legalize it, we
could work toward safer standards and that’d save lives.
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with her and how you were totally BFFs.” You make up
stories to fill the gaps. At least in the immediate, you believe
the stories. You do it because you want to connect with people.
Your entire system’s cranked up to eleven. You want to feel,
because every feeling’s just so fucking big. You want an excuse
to cry, because on cocaine, crying’s kind of great. So, hang
around cocaine users long enough, and they will tell you about
dead people.
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#BLINDEDWITHSCIENCE
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She likes to call it “The AI.” I guess that makes sense. She
doesn’t want to use its name, because she doesn’t see it as
a person. She sees it as a monster. She sees it as the killer
death robot that got her wife to leave her, then killed the poor
woman.
Fuck.
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#NOKIA
CHAPTER TWO
When you get these feelings, you have to ride them out. You
have to work through them. I take a deep breath, then another,
then another. I walk carefully toward the model home. It’s big
by my standards. Then again, a one-bedroom apartment’s big
by my standards. I grew up in a mobile home, and one of the
bedrooms was closed off because it was so full of junk.
No distractions, Lana.
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This was way before the iHunt app. Hell, this was before
smartphones. I had a little Nokia 3310. I couldn’t take
contracts to murder monsters on my phone. I couldn’t find the
nearest Tacos Tomas on my phone. But I could play Snake.
Better times. I wonder if I can play Snake on my iPhone?
I fell hard for her. I loved her. It was different with her.
Nobody had to be in charge of the situation. It was always
tender and mushy, the way I pretend I hate until someone
actually gets that way with me then I go all teenage crush.
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So far, I’ve been the fourth type. I’ve been an asshole, trying
to hide the truth from the people I care about. It’s never gone
well. Case in point, Carmen.
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#PLEISTOCENE
CHAPTER THREE
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“No! Call for help! This thing…” She snapped back. “No!”
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Lamia don’t eat victims. They don’t even kill people, at least,
they don’t properly kill people. If you catch a Lamia’s gaze, you
turn to stone, just like in the old Greek stories and shitty 80s
movies.
Also just like in the Greek stories, you can use a reflection, a
mirror, to fight. If you’ve ever tried to write backwards, you
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I tossed the head right in the middle of the deepest tar pit.
It floated a little too long, like she was begging me to jump in
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I cut up the Lamia and got rid of her as well. Then I met the
curator, gave him the snake-covered head, and took my bounty.
Then I locked myself in my apartment for ten days and I don’t
even know how I survived, if I ate, if I slept, or even how much
of that story was real.
See? I’m on cocaine, and I’m talking about dead people and
I’m not even sure how much of the story is real.
Where I’m looking in, this huge front window along the
frontside, the south end of the property, there’s three exercise
machines lining the wall. There’s an exercise bike in the
southeast corner. There’s a weight set right in front of me.
There’s a treadmill along the southeast corner, near the main
entrance to the foyer. Eve’s dead center, in a faux leather sofa
pointed north. There’s a matching loveseat on either side,
angled inward. They’re all facing toward this huge TV along
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#ソーラン節
#ソーラン節
CHAPTER FOUR
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Eve stands, grabs the pickaxe right at the base of the handle,
and starts yanking. Her hand slips from the blood.
Not now.
I shake it off.
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Eve walks over to the record player, and bends down to lift
it. She hefts it over her head. I grab some candies from the
candy bowl that’s now on the floor, and toss them up at her
face. She steps back once, and the record player drops behind
her. I fall down low, crouching with one knee bent all the
way, the other leg thrust outward. I thrust my palm into her
stomach and knock her back. She grabs around blindly, and
throws a piece of the destroyed TV’s frame at me. I shift to the
side and bat it out of the air. She holds up her other hand and
sprays another wave of tiny metal flechettes at me. A couple
nick my side as I dodge. She reaches around behind her and
lifts the record player again. I clasp my fists and smash her in
the stomach again, rushing past her. She drops the record
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She grunts, and I hear metal grinding from inside her. She
lifts the record player back up and underhand tosses it to
me. Just like kindergarten softball, give or take two hundred
pounds of wood and electronics. I put a foot up on the
loveseat and vault upward, jumping over the record player and
swinging my leg around to kick her across the face. It hurts
my shin thanks to the pickaxe reinforcing her neck, but she
screams out with a digitized wail.
She grabs the pickaxe, and rips it out. The handle splinters,
and I’m thankful it was just $35 at Home Depot. Monster
hunters don’t get to write off expenses. She doesn’t release
the blade, though, and grabs it two-handed like a baseball bat.
Since I know what’s coming next, I roll backwards behind
the main sofa. I initiate stage three of the plan. While she’s
dodging around the love seat, I grab some of the weight plates
from the free weight bench beside me. One by one, I toss them
like frisbees at her face. It doesn’t stop her, but it slows her
approach.
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If I don’t end this, she’s gonna kill me. I don’t even know if
I’ll survive the blood loss even if I win.
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She puts a hand up and stops the weight. With her other
hand, she grabs me by the collar. She stands back up and lifts
me off the ground, then throws me across the room. My back
smashes into the fireplace. I taste blood in my mouth.
On the other hand, she’s not got much of a face left. Inside,
she looks like a busted up Terminator. She swings at me, but
she’s maybe eight feet away at this point, so she’s swinging at
air. She stops as I get my bearings. Her head turns to face me
perfectly. Well, not perfectly—she looks like a rotten cyborg
Nick Nolte.
I grab the fire poker, and thrust it down into her. Just like
last time I impaled her, just like every time I impale something,
she reaches for the poker. While she does that, I turn the
fireplace intensity knob all the way up and step back.
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I put my foot on the bed frame, and grab one of the iron
posts. I pull with my hands, and kick outward with my foot.
The frame collapses, and I rip the post free. Six feet of slender
iron. I feel like a ninja turtle. Eve comes through the door. I
spin the makeshift staff once to my side like a baton, then twist
it around to bat her across the remains of her head. This time,
the whole rest of the head flies off.
She falls to the side, and sparks start flying out of the neck
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#NIETZSCH...SP?
CHAPTER FIVE
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I put the kit aside and fish through my purse for another
half gram of coke, then start the process of cutting it up. I spill
a little bit since my hands are shaking from the pain. But a
few seconds, and I’m inhaling white powder. In a few more
seconds, the pain stops being a concern. I can still feel the
wounds, but they don’t hurt.
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that are covered in scars? I think scars are pretty hot. But then
again, I don’t visit strip clubs, so I guess I’m not the target
market. Can people my age even afford strip clubs? I can read
the headlines now: Millennials kill strip clubs.
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I take some cotton pads and gauze to seal off the wound and
protect the stitches. It’s tender, even with the cocaine.
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out. Is that the real lesson here? I don’t clock out, and that’s
why I put Carmen in the line of fire?
The second and third tear are closed. On to the fourth. It’s
a little bigger than it looked at first—the actual tear is pretty
small, but the skin around the edges is stressed and needs
reinforcement or that little tear’s gonna become something
awful.
Maybe there aren’t lessons in real life. Maybe it’s all what you
make of it. The lies you tell yourself to justify your actions.
Maybe I just do it for the high. Every job has highs and lows.
The lows bore the shit out of me. Boring jobs drive me up
a wall. I can’t stand boring. I can’t stand certainty. Am I just
allergic to stability? But most jobs never get this high. Cops
say their jobs get this high, that they’re in this much danger.
But that’s bullshit. Cops go in every day with power and
authority. I don’t get that: I’m always struggling. I never get to
start out in control of the situation. I love making it out alive
because I’m clever and creative. A therapist couldn’t survive
what I survive. A doctor wouldn’t live through what I do. A
cop would be eaten alive. That’s a fucking rush.
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It’s just like the cocaine. Everyone says it’s dangerous. That
it’ll kill me. But just like the cocaine, it saves me. I can’t operate
without that rush sometimes. I can’t imagine making another
choice, living another life. Maybe it’ll be a short life. Maybe
that’s okay. Maybe it’s just the best life for me.
I text Geena.
It’s done.
That’s now how it’s usually done, but I’m not gonna argue.
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#AMBITION
CHAPTER SIX
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“Um. Yeah. I’m not picky. Thanks?” I step inside and look
around. I take off my Chuck Taylors and do the obligatory
search for exits you have to do when you’re a monster hunter.
I don’t think Geena’s a monster, but who knows what might
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“The AI.” She says, taking another couple of tiny plates, these
covered in cold cuts and cheeses.
“Sorry. The AI. What do you want to know about the AI?”
“I don’t know…” She sighs and goes to get more plates with
sliced tomatoes and onion rings. No. Calamari. “Did it say
anything? Did it seem to have any pattern to its behaviors? I
don’t know why it went awry like it did.”
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She pats the sofa. “Have a seat. I’ll get the rest.” I sit on the
black leather sofa. It reminds me of my therapist’s office when
I was a teenager. She goes to the kitchen. I can hear the crack
in her breathing—she’s struggling. “What… What was she
watching?” She comes back with two red wine glasses and a
bottle, and puts them on the table.
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She lets loose. She bawls, she turns, and she puts her head
to my shoulder. I use all my hunter instincts to keep my plate
aloft and balanced, and carefully rest it on the table. I put an
arm around her back, and the other hand to her hair. It’s silky
soft and smells like lilac—I’m sure her product costs more than
I can imagine. “It’s okay.”
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like a lie. She takes her plate and starts grabbing some little
lobsters.
She pours wine. We eat and drink in silence for the next ten
minutes or so, until she breaks the silence. “How’d you get into
this line of work? You don’t just put in an application, do you?”
I don’t like talking about this stuff. But, she needs someone
right now.
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“Wow. I… I don’t even know what I’d say to that.” She pops
a cherry tomato into her mouth. She’s giving me this sort of
dopey, drunk, admiring smile.
I shrug again. “You say the only thing you feel you can.
You say ‘of course, how do I start?’ But aren’t you a defense
attorney? You probably do that for a good reason too, right?”
“So. I feel like Rebecca did this because of me. I judged her. I
kept telling her to not follow her dreams. To play nice with the
system. To chase grants. To be the model scientist that gets
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I reach over and put my palm to her cheek. She smiles. “I’m
sorry. But it’s good you found out. You saved lives. And
fucked up as it might sound, this is closure. There’s nothing up
in the air anymore. You don’t have to be alone. You deserve it.”
The wine’s got me warm, relaxed.
“You think?” She pauses, and leans her head into my hand. “I
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“No.” She laughs. “I mean, yes. But no. I… You?” She laughs
again.
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She sighs. “Well, for one, you’re high.” That feels like a slap
across the face.
Okay. She’s technically right. But I’m not about to let that
go.
“So what? Cops put their lives on the line all the time.”
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“It’s different and I think you know it. Look Lana, I’m sure
you’re a nice girl. But this? This just isn’t going to happen. I
think maybe you should leave.”
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She had her chance. She’s going to keep making the same
stupid mistakes, and she’s going to keep wondering why she’s
never happy.
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heel and plant a size 7 Doc Marten into the door and kick,
hard. The bolt buckles and the door flies in. These kinds
of doors, metal with a little latch bolt, you can almost bust
them open by accident. I not only break the latch bolt, but
the door swings in and bends the side wall of the stall. I
briefly feel bad that I’m wasting the taxpayer money that’ll
have to go to fixing this. Then I remember how much
taxpayer money goes to the military industrial complex,
and stop caring about this bathroom stall.
“Come on. Let’s finish this.” I say and step back twice.
I don’t want to wait. I want to just end it. Unfortunately,
you can’t swing a machete in a bathroom stall. There’s just
no space.
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my skin tone.
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Swipe right.
I get a pop-up.
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