Princess - Book Two: Her search for the truth takes her on new adventures and an unforgettable journey. Will the truth disappoint her?

By Robin Peddieson

Princess is still no ordinary princess. Her journey of self-discovery continues as do the abductions and abuses. She's motivated and driven to discover the truth more than ever.

Sean stands by her side through it all and meets a mysterious character of his own at a local pub. Who is this man? As their relationship with Mrs. MacDonald is strengthened, it appears as though she is a force to be reckoned with.

During her journey, she discovers the myths and traditions of Ireland. Are fairies indeed real? Perhaps, but with a new best friend in the picture, will trouble follow them wherever they go?

Princess struggles to know the truth. Will she find the answers she's looking for?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798889606703

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Princess - Book Two

Her search for the truth takes her on new adventures and an unforgettable journey. Will the truth disappoint her?

Robin Peddieson

Copyright © 2023 Robin Peddieson

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and incidents were created from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

ISBN 979-8-88960-660-4 (pbk)

ISBN 979-8-88960-682-6 (hc)

ISBN 979-8-88960-670-3 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Heading Home

Chapter 2

Settling In

Chapter 3

Dinner with Liam

Chapter 4

The Introduction of Mike

Chapter 5

The Clinic

Chapter 6

Dinner and Dreams

Chapter 7

Hannah's Life

Chapter 8

Guy Time

Chapter 9

Admission to Hannah

Chapter 10

They Already Knew

Chapter 11

The Cottage

Chapter 12

The Volunteer

Chapter 13

Sean and My Black

Chapter 14

The Shelter

Chapter 15

My Secret

Chapter 16

Touring the Cottage

Chapter 17

Dinner with Liam and Hannah

Chapter 18

Riding Black

Chapter 19

What's in a Name?

Chapter 20

Truth and Revelation

Chapter 21

Mixology

Chapter 22

Saturday with Jenny and Dan

Chapter 23

More than I Could Hope For

Chapter 24

We Need to Talk

Chapter 25

A Day Out with Mum

Chapter 26

Our Chance Encounter

Chapter 27

The Workshop

Chapter 28

No More Secrets

Chapter 29

The Backup Plan

Chapter 30

No Unwanted Trouble

Chapter 31

Strange Behavior

Chapter 32

Timing Is Everything

Chapter 33

A Confession to Mum

Chapter 34

A Time for Sharing

Chapter 35

An Unplanned Discussion

Chapter 36

Deafening Silence

Chapter 37

The Barbecue

Chapter 38

A Higher Authority

Chapter 39

So Much Revealed

Chapter 40

A Knock on the Door

Chapter 41

The Wedding

Chapter 42

Here's to Scotland

Chapter 43

Surprising Turn of Events

Chapter 44

Finding the Words

About the Author

Her search for the truth takes her on new adventures and an unforgettable journey. Will the truth disappoint her?

Chapter 1

Heading Home

Although our conversation had taken a detour in an unexpected direction, Sean and I eventually discussed our last visit with Mum and Dad. I tried to lighten the mood with subjects totally unrelated to past issues and our most recent visit. Sean was surprised when I started talking about more new adventures and the places I'd like to visit, sooner rather than later.

When I expressed my desire to see Scotland, Sean looked at me strangely as though that destination was as far away as Mars and might be problematic. I was caught off guard but decided to dismiss his mindset for the moment and chattered on about beautiful tartan kilts, the culture and ancestry attached to them, and the whining of bagpipes calling out to me. Now that I'm used to the cloudy, rainy weather in Ireland, I'm sure Scotland won't bother me one little bit.

Sean stopped me from ranting only to question why Scotland was so important to me. I was confused by his response and his very apparent lack of interest. Even though I knew this conversation was leading to something important eventually, I felt it best to change the subject. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to pursue it. I had no appetite for drama, and he certainly didn't offer an immediate explanation. I'm sure I'll learn why he's so reluctant to visit Scotland in due time.

Reflecting on the time between my abrupt appearance here in Ireland and the journey we've taken to get me to where I am now, I'm amazed at the adaptability of the human spirit, the stamina and tolerance of the human body, and the will to survive. I've been so incredibly fortunate to repeatedly land on my feet. In spite of their wobbly support during some very unpleasant times, I've managed to remain upright and breathing. I'm content to be in such a secure and happy place.

Our last visit with Mum and Dad was our most intensely emotional visit yet. Filling them in on the details of our lives beginning with my sudden arrival in Sean's apartment and everything else that has happened between then and now was difficult, but seeing their tormented reaction left me with a fierce ache that was hard to identify. Unfortunately, there was nothing we could do to soften the blow. Introducing that kind of information is much more difficult for the recipient to hear than it is for the storytellers to deliver. We humans are pretty resilient and can endure unimaginable blistering cruelties even when we think we don't have the strength. In time, Mum and Dad will come to accept our reality, but it's not going to happen overnight.

Sean and I shared every facet of every event, but because none of it made any logical sense, regaining what we might consider normal lives still seemed out of reach. Mum has a special insight into the soul, though, and I know she'll encourage Dad to be rational and supportive and accept things as they are. Knowing Dad as I do, he'll have to chew on it for a while but will eventually agree that stewing about the inevitable events yet to come is pointless.

For Sean and me, the thought of getting back to normal seems more like that proverbial oasis in the desert. It's nothing but a distant illusion because normal doesn't exist for us. What genius out there in the world can define what normal is? What standards identify what is accepted as being normal? To my estimation, we've never had any kind of normal. Up until now, our normal would be considered a chaotic mess with a few peaceful days thrown into the mix. All we can do is try to avoid bumps in the road as long as possible and welcome peace and contentment with open arms and eyes that look to our tomorrows with optimism. We still never know when those roguish uninvited intruders are going to show up. All we can do is appreciate right here and right now.

The ride back home from Mum and Dad's had a strange feel to it as well and just wasn't the same. The joy we felt when visiting Mum and Dad was the same as it had always been, but our moods were dampened by their learning of my true existence here. Sean and I had so much to discuss, but the atmosphere was tense and entirely unlike any other return trip. The air seemed lighter and heavier all at the same time, if that's even possible. Heavier because the details given to Mum and Dad were so foreboding and lighter because we finally felt comfortable sharing our story with those closest to us, outside our circle of three.

For the longest time, the only two people who knew my story were Sean and Liam. It wasn't a story that could be easily told or shared until Dr. Jill came into the picture. Those baby steps that she so patiently walked us through led to a mind-blowing truth that was beyond our immediate understanding. The certainty of Mum and Dad finally knowing the entire truth was a burden that we were glad to be rid of, but was it akin to a double-edged sword. We could breathe so much easier now that we don't have to walk on eggshells when we're around them, but we're still quietly treading on the unsettled lingering thoughts of the unknown. For them, conceivably because those first few months of our existence are so hard to unravel, and for me, because I don't want them to feel trapped inside my nightmare.

I've come to accept my life and take things as they come. Any new unfamiliar territory will be dealt with, and I'm sure I'll survive, as I always have. I can't pretend that I'm always cool, calm, and collected, though. Sometimes it feels as though my salvation is dangling only an arm's length away. It's so close yet so far. In spite of the alien DNA that inhabits my body, I'm still a human at heart, and at times I feel myself needing to reach out to snag that proverbial lifeline. Somehow I usually see the light at the end of the tunnel, though, and that brings me comfort.

For the duration of our trip home, Sean and I discussed bits and pieces of our visit, but the focus of his attention was the lovely letter from his biological mother. I can't blame him for not being able to put it out of his head. I conveyed to Sean that as he read the letter out loud that day I knew that we all connected with every word of it, as if she were sitting in the room with us. It couldn't have been more sincere.

Although the tradition of attending services every Sunday in a church wasn't a constant in my life as a child, I feel in my heart that I had a religiously moral upbringing nonetheless. Having that background led to an incredible spiritual wave of emotion that overtook me when Sean finished reading that most poignant letter. Desperately wanting a warm feeling of closure, we chose to believe that his biological mother could really feel in her heart that her mission had been completed when Sean pressed the letter to his chest. To us, it was certainly not outside the realm of possibility. After all, the impossible and the unthinkable have been frequent invaders in our lives since my arrival, and we would be fools to deny that more impossible and unthinkable events aren't inevitable.

Wishful thinking is pleasant, but we quit trying to predict what the next phenomenon will be. The optimistic part of me imagines that it won't necessarily be something bad. It's possible that it could be something wonderful for a change. Not allowing ourselves to dwell on unknown possibilities, we'll continue to stay alert and sensible.

Sean and I were both baffled by his mum and dad taking so little interest in the knowledge that their own son was a hybrid. Their reaction just wasn't normal, and we didn't quite know how to handle their submissive attitude. We knew that the excessive and intrusive information conveyed to them had to be overwhelming, but to have such a passive reaction was confounding. We both thought that when they heard the news of Sean being a hybrid they would be overpowered by emotion and disbelief. That wasn't the case at all!

When Mum revealed her concern for me before considering Sean, we were both surprised, but the look on his face was unlike any look I'd ever seen. If I was reading his expression correctly, I'd have to say that his reaction was not typical. He looked as though his feelings were hurt, but then his expression changed to curiosity and perhaps a bit of understanding as well. Hurt feelings, curiosity, and then understanding—what a confusing combination!

While he was thankful that they were concerned for me, he couldn't understand why he was so totally left out of the picture. Why were their feelings directed at me and my well-being? Even his dad seemed more focused on me. When Sean revealed the information about his being a hybrid, they seemed genuinely startled. It was a revelation for them, so we then knew for sure that they had never even heard of a hybrid or knew what it meant to be a hybrid.

In hindsight, I still can't help but wonder if perchance one or the other of them already had a slight notion that he was. Or maybe they knew he was distinctly different but could never identify it by giving it a name. In any event, it was pure speculation on my part. We decided to chalk it up to information overload for the time being. It seems that we are destined to have more questions than answers.

Remembering what I can about my own adoptive parents, along with related experiences and emotions, I'm thankful that I was allowed to keep those memories and feelings from a much-earlier and much-less-stressful time in my life. I don't remember their names or where they were from, but the special memories I have of them still live inside me.

For some unknown reason to me, that special feeling is back, but now I find that my thoughts are dedicated to Sean's mum. I'm getting that connected feeling again, but for the life of me, I haven't been able to figure out why yet. I do know that even during our very first visit with them, I felt that she was quite possibly special too. Her nature and mannerisms were prominent, and she wasn't like any other human being I'd ever met.

Thinking about the information that my mentors shared with me when I was that young, confused teenager, I touched on the possibility that she might possess the qualities of an Empath. I do know that Empaths are excellent listeners and can internalize the emotions of others. When we first met, she was as welcoming to me as she was to Sean. When she held me in her clutches with the warmth of a long-lost friend, that really threw me. I've never met anyone like that. We'd never met before, but she treated me as though she's known me forever! That's another sign that she could be an Empath.

As I replayed that first introduction and subsequent visits, I realized that my instincts about her were valid. The more I thought about it, the more I believed that she was a physical, emotional, and intuitive Empath, which is highly unusual. It's common to have one of the three characteristics, but she was in tune with all these empathic senses. It's possible that she experiences even more than what I've observed.

I still marvel at that momentous day in their sitting room when she touched my hands. What an experience that was! She lifted a weight from deep within my soul, a weight that I wasn't even aware of. She is the only one who has ever had that kind of impact on me, and I have an overwhelming sense that there's so much more to learn about her. I had a new insight into Mum's inner spirit, but it came from my own sensitivity and instinct. Not having a clear understanding of any of this myself made it impossible to label with any certainty.

Is my sixth sense taking me back to my own adoption and that strange birth certificate, or is it taking me to the beginning of Sean's life with his mum and dad? Is there a whole new story yet to be discovered? I have so many questions about this complicated woman. When I am intuitive, I usually know specifically where my intuition is taking me, but this is an unusual sort of instinct. My gut is telling me that our stories are far from over and we're in for more surprises and undiscovered mysteries yet to be unveiled. I wish I could look into the future to have just a little peek at what those mysteries might involve, but I know that it's best that I can't. Even though I have reconciled with Dr. Jill's discoveries, I still have a little adjusting to do before I tackle another discerning test of strength. However, whatever the future does hold, I'm confident that we'll figure it out and handle it together.

I'm not at all sure that I could cope with being devastated by another trauma like the one I experienced the night I met Sean and Liam for the first time. I keep telling myself that I'm strong and can handle anything, but when push comes to shove, I'm not totally convinced of that. Occasionally, although one wouldn't think so at this point, my mental state can still balance on a pretty precarious ledge. It doesn't happen often, but when I do find myself slipping backward, I rely heavily on Sean to redirect me to reality. He's gotten so good at that.

I'd like to think our future could possibly be simpler and easier, but I'm beginning to think that we've only just begun to untangle my newfound life here in Ireland. And even though he's tried so hard to move on, Sean still struggles a little with the knowledge of his own genetic codes, but he always seems to handle it well. As for me, I'm usually up for a challenge but constantly reminding myself that taking it just one day at a time is the only way to live and knowing that balance has been restored brings comfort to each new day.

Chapter 2

Settling In

It's always nice to get away for a while, but it's even nicer to return to the comforts of home. Sean and I have become so accustomed to being a twosome we looked forward to being alone for a while. We're alike in that we are creatures of habit and rarely had to wonder who would be doing what and when.

I must admit, though, that a break in our amusing predictability is always welcomed. In this instance, it wasn't long before we heard from Liam. Lately, he has taken every opportunity to interrupt what he views as the monotonous routine we hold to so tightly. He takes great pleasure in keeping us on our toes with his spontaneity.

Mum and Dad regarded Liam as their second adopted son, and he looked forward to hearing the latest scoop from Westport. Like clockwork, Sean received a text from Liam. Every time we visit Mum and Dad, he anticipates our return, but he knew this particular trip was significant, and that put him a little on edge. He was anxious to know every single detail, especially since he knew we were sharing the entire ordeal involving Dr. Jill with them. Sean asked Liam to give us time to get unpacked and settled in and invited him to join us for dinner the following night.

While we were unpacking, organizing, and putting things back in order, I asked Sean if we could now think about redecorating the cottage. Our sessions with Dr. Jill were finished, so there wasn't any reason to put it off any longer. He stood there with his back to me as he was arranging his dresser drawer. He lifted his head and stood there for a minute before slowly turning around. It took him so long to respond that I was afraid that he was going to be annoyed with me, but then he smiled and walked over to me to give me one of his amazing hugs that I'd become so accustomed to.

Words weren't needed for me to know that he was open to the idea. He did say, though, that we should go back to take a hard look at everything first. The plumbing and electric service might require updating before diving straight into redecorating. Since the cottage had been sitting empty for so long, we might have some major repairs to complete first.

He laughed as he said, We might want to have it inspected for any unwanted little critters too. There are some that can cause damage to structures which leads to expensive property repairs. I hesitate to add this, but…I know of one poisonous spider. I'd hate to think that any have taken up residence in our lovely little cottage. It's called a false widow. I do want to reassure you, though: I can honestly say I don't recall ever having seen one at the cottage.

I stopped dead in my tracks and said, "Critters? Are you sure they would all be little critters?"

The very thought of unwanted critters of any size or variety didn't sit well at all, so I was most agreeable to an inspection. I had visions of creepy crawlies living in the thatched roof and dropping on my head every time I entered and exited the cottage.

After doing some fancy talking, Sean convinced me that bugs had never dropped on his head the entire time he lived there. I wasn't sure I would even consider going back there until the inspection was done and over with. I hadn't entertained thoughts of those things at all, but I had to agree that it was the smart thing to do.

We were both anxious to finish unpacking so that we could just sit and relax for a while. Watching a little television and having an evening cocktail was so appealing. We didn't realize how tired we were until we sat down. After about only half an hour, we gave in to our fatigue. We were both ready to give up for the night.

The following morning, Sean and I had just poured our second cup of coffee when we heard a knock at the door. That gentle knock was an unmistakably familiar sound, and we knew that it was Mrs. MacDonald. I answered the door and invited her into the living room, but she didn't want to intrude, so she stood just inside the open door. She apologized for disturbing us so early but wanted to welcome us back home.

I thanked her but couldn't keep from thinking that her sudden appearance to welcome us back home was more than a little strange. We weren't gone any longer than we usually were. Her descending voice carried a sadness as she expressed her desire to get together soon for tea as she had missed us so much.

After hearing that and noticing her fidgety body language, I knew for sure that she was anxious and had something definite on her mind. While she is considered a senior citizen, she's still youthful by any standard. Sadly, at her young age, her circle of friends had been prematurely diminished due to geography and the ostensible health issues of some. So many of her friends have moved to distant lands or had passed on, and we seem to be the only constant social interaction in her life. Knowing how lonely she gets, we do make a conscious effort to keep her company whenever possible as a gesture of our friendship and affection. Welcoming her into our lives was so easy, though, especially since she relied heavily on Sean's willing assistance. I truly did enjoy her company.

As she turned to leave, I told her that she should plan to drop in at 2:00 p.m. for tea. I knew that Sean would be catching up on work, and it allowed me to get caught up on a few things. I knew that by 2:00 p.m. I'd be able to focus my attention on her and whatever is on her mind. After each visit with her, I usually felt as if I had attended a history lesson or class of some sort, but this upcoming visit had a very bothered feel to it. I couldn't imagine what could be so deeply troubling to her. The older generation can teach us so much if we are just willing to listen. She's always been a great storyteller and can pull me into the plot very quickly. I always felt as though I were there and a part of the story, but today, I sense that I'll be sharing her undisclosed sadness.

Finishing our coffee and morning chatter, Sean and I were both ready to get on with our day. I realized that I had to come up with a plan for dinner since we were expecting Liam that evening. He was as easy to please as Sean was, so it wasn't all that difficult. Since Mrs. MacDonald would be occupying my afternoon, a Crock-Pot meal was the sensible and easy choice. It fit into the schedule of my day nicely, but I needed to run to the market for fresh bakery bread and the makings of a nice salad.

I was back in time to make tea and greet Mrs. MacDonald promptly at 2:00 p.m. Not knowing how long our visit would last, I always preferred planning ahead when possible. I would be able to give her my undivided attention and wouldn't have to interrupt my thoughts by worrying about meal preparation. I was much more comfortable in the knowledge that I had everything covered ahead of time.

At exactly 2:00 p.m., I heard her familiar little rap on the door. She always preferred talking in the kitchen where we could sit comfortably at the table with her tea sitting in front of her. I couldn't help but notice a sadness in her eyes again and asked her if there was something that might be weighing heavily on her heart. She marveled at my being so attentive and insightful and said that she appreciated my willingness to listen to her. I assured her that insight had nothing to do with it. Her eyes and her body language conveyed her obvious sorrow and need for consolation. By now, we had become quite good friends, and to offer anything less than my full attention and a friendly ear was unthinkable to me.

She went on to tell me that although Sean and I hadn't been gone all that long, it was a particularly devastating time for her as so much had happened. She learned that her dearest friend, Lillian, had passed away quite unexpectedly. They had been fast friends since childhood, and while they no longer lived near each other, they did stay connected and spoke on the phone weekly. Now she won't be able to look forward to those special exchanges of information and friendship. Out of nowhere, Mrs. MacDonald sharply interjected, Lillian knew things about me that I've never shared with anyone. Her ominous tone left me wondering if those secrets would ever be shared with me or anyone else. Shortly after learning of Lillian's passing, her oldest and most precious cat, Mittens, took sick and didn't make it. Mittens had been with her for more than twenty years. He was an adult cat when she adopted him, so she didn't really know his exact age.

I could easily understand why she was feeling so troubled. Even though I knew that our trip to see Mum and Dad was necessary and couldn't be put off any longer, I was upset because we weren't home when she needed us most. At times like this, I wish I could clone myself to be available to everyone needing my support.

I hugged her and told her how sorry I was that I wasn't available when she needed a shoulder. I reassured her that I was free to talk with her for as long as she needed and whenever she felt the need in the future. For a fraction of a split second after committing myself, I secretly hoped that I hadn't opened a door that couldn't be closed. Immediately after having that thought, I was ashamed of myself for thinking such a thing. She needed a friend now more than ever before. I wanted her to know that I would be there for her whenever she needed me, and I knew that she would never take unmerited advantage of my offer of friendship. There was nothing so important in my life that I couldn't take time for Mrs. MacDonald.

Our time together passed quickly, and Mrs. MacDonald was emotionally drained. She wanted to stay longer, but having had only a few hours of sleep the night before, exhaustion caught up with her, and she needed to rest.

I had to complete the finishing touches to our dinner anyway. If our conversation with Liam wasn't so private, I would have extended an invitation to Mrs. MacDonald to join us. She knew nothing about my unexpected appearance, my abuse, or my abductions, so including her was out of the question. Sean decided to take a short break from his work and joined me in the kitchen. He overheard most of Mrs. MacDonald's story and was sorry that she was hurting.

I'll try to check in on her tomorrow. I'm sure she will have found something that needs doing, and I want her to know that I'll be there for her too.

As neighbors go, she's been the best; she's been a welcome distraction and was even amusing at times. We couldn't find a better friend.

I've made only a few genuinely meaningful friendships here in Ireland, and I'm positive that the friendships fostered so far will undoubtedly be long and lasting.

Chapter 3

Dinner with Liam

Liam never comes empty-handed when he shows up for dinner. He has single-handedly kept our wine rack nicely stocked and even brought a six-pack of Guinness. After all, what would a get-together be without Guinness? That's what they always enjoyed the most with their evening meal much of the time and definitely after dinner.

While we ate, our conversation basically consisted of small talk and catching up on the local news from the past few days. Nothing earth-shattering had happened, and that was fine with me. I sat there quietly summoning that chilling news alert of Hannah's beating so long ago. I never want to hear news like that again because I'll never forget the overwhelming emotion that I felt for her because of my own encounter with evil.

After clearing the table, I offered ice cream for dessert. They cringed as they looked at each other and agreed that ice cream and beer made a less-than-ideal combination and took a decided pass. I opted to finish cleaning up the kitchen later as I knew that Liam was dying to know how our visit with Mum and Dad had gone.

We retired to the living room and walked him through the steps that we had taken to prepare Mum and Dad for the most incredible story they would ever hear. Since Liam was already familiar with the details, we knew we could be brief in getting to the point. Our description of their reaction after hearing the first few tapes was just as he imagined. He knew they would be upset, but he especially knew that Mum would be more so than anyone.

I shifted my eyes and shot him a look layered with questions about his motives for coming to that conclusion. I was sensing that I wasn't the only one of the opinion that Mum was something of a wonder, and I almost felt relieved. Apparently, Liam had his own experiences with Mum during those secondary school years when he and Sean became such good friends. He was aware of Mum's ability to tune in and pick up on the little peculiarities and emotions of others. He implied that in retrospect his little troublesome crisis didn't amount to much at all but recalled a time as a teenager when he felt uncomfortably different from everyone else. He said that Mum noticed his unsettling discomfort without even trying.

I didn't necessarily feel different in a bad way, but I saw things from an entirely unique perspective. That adolescent period made me feel awkward, as though I didn't fit in to the expected mold of the average teenager.

Liam told us that she talked with him at length but did more listening than talking. When all was said and done, she did, however, convince Liam that we are all different in one way or another and that he should embrace his differences because that's part of what defined him as an individual.

Because I was a teenager, I hadn't yet perfected my abilities to reason and sort every detail out. Although I thought I did, your mum set me straight in a hurry.

Sean was unaware that Liam was feeling abnormal back in the day. Because his mum promised to keep that information to herself, Sean never suspected a thing. She is definitely a person with character and always keeps her word.

Sean sat there dumbfounded. He looked at Liam and said, Why am I just now hearing about this? I thought we told each other everything back then, just as we do now. We do tell each other everything now, right?

Liam said, Of course we do, but we've both matured a little. At least I hope we have! I was so young I didn't know how to express myself without feeling weird about it. I couldn't explain it back then, so I just lived with it.

Since Mum knew about it and gave such good advice, from that point on, he felt a certain reassurance that put him more at ease and never felt a need to share it with anyone else, not even his own parents. It never seemed all that important to him after that discussion.

Sean still failed to grasp Liam's issue without some kind of explanation. Liam tried his best to explain to Sean that his perspectives, especially back then, were still developing and were based on his own experiences.

"During that time when we thought we were so grown up and knew everything there was to know, I needed to look a little deeper into the probabilities sitting outside of the box. For instance, when we were nothing but know-it-all teenagers, you always loved the Frankenstein story and viewed him as just another great monster and nothing more. I, on the other hand, viewed him as a monster but also as a masterpiece in design and originality. I could see a beautiful work of art that was created by a genius. It really