He felt both angry and sad. One haft want to hurt the people who hurt me but the other half he still love them. He think to talk with the old man again but they were already left the house during the night. The monster said continually, once he left Frankenstein’s houses, he had picked up a small bag. There was a book in the bag and he read it. He found Frankenstein name and address. He said ‘You had made me but you not look after me and saved me from this pain and unhappiness. I decided to go to Geneva to find you’.
He reached Geneva two months later and went to sleep among some trees outside the town but woke when a little boy ran into his hiding place. He wanted to make friend with that little boy but he covered his eyes with screamed loudly when saw me. Once heard the child say that he will tell his father, Mr. Frankenstein to call police and punish me. I said ‘You belong to my enemy, the man I want to hurt’ I told the child. I put my hand round his neck to stop him shouting but the child lay dead at my feel. I looked down at his body and was pleased with what I had done. I knew that the death of this child would hurt you, Victor Frankenstein, my creator’.