Frankenstein

Description: This how Avenged Sevenfold was really created.

Disclaimer: I’d like to think that this is real, but it ain’t. I mean no harm to the men portrayed whatsoever.

A.N: I kid you not, this actually came from a dream I had Sunday night. The main bulk of it is real, other parts I added in for extra comic value. I think this should just show how mad I am ;) I dedicate this to astoryat3 cause she is too awesome for her own good! And this fic is totally her style! I’d also like to dedicate this to the memory of my very good friend Cyril who died at the weekend, because I know if he were to read this he would laugh, hard.

James ‘Jimmy’ Frankenstein slammed the large doors that lead to his laboratory wide open, taking long strides with a manic grin. His long blond hair stood high of his already high head, accompanied by a blond goatee, glasses and white lab coat.

“What’s happening, master?” grunted out the rightly proportioned but wrongly sized, 44 inch experiment the mad doctor had dubbed Johnny Christ.

It had been an experiment to make an 100 inch juggernaut, but it went somewhat wrong. He had dubbed him ‘Johnny’ whilst he was growing him, and when that fateful day came when he was ready, he cracked open the vat, calling out “Johnny!” but upon seeing his actual size, he had called out “Christ!” and so the name had stuck.

“They’re ready, and there is a thunder storm coming over soon. Finally my new creations can be brought to life!” he called out in his odder than odd voice. “Come Johnny, let me show you my latest experiments.”

He wandered over to the first of the three dissection tables that were all covered by a sheet to hide what lay under them. Johnny brought over a step ladder, put it next to the table and walked up it so that he could see the human-esque form that the scientist would be revealing.

“This…” he began, standing tall next to Johnny, “…will be a creature to be reckoned with. Unbelievably charming, stylish and sexy, no one will be able to resist him. The face of human perfection. But don’t be fooled. His fingers can move faster than sound, and his stare could melt even the hardest of men.” He paused to laugh insanely.

“He is a monster!” and he pulled back the sheet to reveal his creation.

“Whooa.” Johnny gasped as he saw what the mad doctor had done. The face was in fact heavenly, but was contrasted by the jet black hair and images of monsters on his body. He noted that Jimmy’s tattoo skills had increased since practicing on his first unwilling subject; him.

“Whoa indeed. I had a semi as I was putting the finishing touches on.” the scientist admitted. Johnny nodded, agreeing.

“Does he have a name?” asked the short creation.

“Yes.” Jimmy answered. “If you look at the name plate at the bottom of the table,” he pointed towards the pile of body parts feet. “it says ‘Synyster Gates‘! Fitting, is it not?” and he let out another mad cackle. Johnny got down to look at the name.

“You misspelled ‘sinister’.” he commented, staring up at his creator.

“Really?” he asked questioningly, coming round to look for himself. ”Ah, but doesn’t it look cooler spelt that way?”

“Why ‘Gates’?” Asked Johnny, his hair now changed from black and short to a blond and black Mohawk. Another ability that he was meant to have was chameleonic camouflage, but like the rest of him it had came out less than expected, and so all that happened was his hair completely changed from time to time.

“Why do you ask so many questions? I swear I made you to be indestructible, not smart.” the doctor said more to himself than Johnny. “You want to know why?”

“Yes.” he answered obediently. Despite being strong enough to lift a truck he could never attack his creator, partly to the way he was built and partly to how Jimmy had brought him up.

“I did it as an ironic stab at Bill, for Synyster will be ten times as rich as that computer geek!”

“Okay.” replied the experiment.

“On to the next one!” and he strutted over to the next table and waited for Johnny to come over with his step ladder.

“This one looks bigger than the last.” Johnny stated as he took a look at the cloth covered creation.

“He is. Built stronger than a dam, no one should think twice about getting into a fight with him. But his smile will charm you into thinking otherwise, and then when you least expect it…his voice! His incredible voice is his secret weapon. It can change to different styles, but always as powerful.” and with that he pulled back the cloth to reveal.

“Oh god, he’s huge!” Johnny called out, indicating to the inanimate creature’s neater regions.

“He had to be. It’s just fitting for him.” the doctor commented offhandedly. “It’s what people would expect of him.”

“Must…not…grab…” mumbled Johnny, keeping his hands by his sides. “What’s his name?”

“I couldn’t think of one.” he admitted with a sigh. “But I’m sure I’ll come up with one, if you could go write it down for me.”

“Sure.” and he got down from his ladder, found a pen and waited for his creator’s words.

“hmmmmmmmmm,” he said as he thought, then quickly called, “Shadows! That shall be his name.”

“M. Shadows. Got it.” called Johnny after writing it down.

“And now for the last one.” the doctor called, strutting over to the last covered over table. Once Johnny was settled he began explaining the final creation.

“This one is quite different.” Jimmy began. “Not physically strong or threatening, but skilled in other areas. Very fluid in movement, quick with words, but he has an even bigger power than that.”

“What?” Johnny asked.

“Hate!” bellowed the professor. “He hates absolutely everything. Even the sun, that’s why he’s so pale.”

“So why am I pale too?” asked the mad doctor’s creation.

“That’s because you’ve never been outside Johnny.” he answered quickly.

“So what’s this one called? Vengeance?” Johnny asked, half joking.

“How did you guess!? Did you peek?” the scientist commanded with an accusing finger.

“Lucky guess.” he replied. “Vengeance what?”

“Zacky. Zacky Vengeance!” he screamed as he pulled away the cloth.

“He looks nice.” Johnny commented.

“That’s all part of it. Looks nice enough but has a serpent’s tongue.” the doctor explained, walking towards a large storage cupboard. “And with them introduced, I shall explain my master plan.” he stated, rubbing his hands together.

“Master plan?” Johnny asked as he walked over, completely confused. “To do what?”

“My plan, Johnny,” he began, “…is to be in the biggest band there ever will be!” and the scientist opened the cupboard doors to reveal a full band kit set up inside; a microphone on a stand, two unique guitars, a bass and a large drum kit. “We will be better than everyone! In every way possible, and we will be called… Avenged Sevenfold!” he bellowed, followed by a manic laugh and a crack of thunder.

For a long moment Johnny simply stared, mouth hanging. When he regained his voice, he asked,

“Can I be in it!?” sounding very excited.

“Alright, if you must.” the doctor agreed. “We do need a bassist that won‘t die, and no one cares about them.”

“Oooooooh, a bass. So what do you do?” he asked with a large grin.

“ah, I am the drummer, because it is common knowledge that all drummers are insane.” he stated simply. “The other three, well, you can work out.”

“Why are the guitars pointing in different directions?” Johnny asked. The scientist gave a sigh for having to explain so much.

“It’s for the image.” he emphasised. “That way, they will look cool on stage.”

“Alright.”

“Now, we must hurry! We have two minutes to prepare!” he called, hurrying around the lab. “Johnny, raze the pylon!”

“Yes, Jimmy!” he called back, turning the handle to raze the electricity pylon.

“Alright now, stand back from the experiments!” he said after setting up the three cadavers and rushing over to the large control pad.

“Can I ask another question?” Johnny asked politely, looking up at the mad scientist as he pulled some leavers here and there.

“If you must.”

“Why do you make us?” he asked, indicating to himself and the three creations that might just be coming to life.

“That is simple.” Jimmy started. ”It is because I am a mere experiment too.” He waited as Johnny’s mouth dropped expectantly. “I was created to prove that a human could live forever. But, like you, I came out not exactly as planed.”

“How so?” called Johnny over all the sounds of machines working and powering up.

“I’m a genius, much smarter than my creator. But I’m also insane!” he said the last word with a growl. “That idiot accidentally drank some acid, so I took his name and left.” and he wandered back over to Johnny.

“So you’re not Frankenstein, but Frankenstein’s monster?” asked Johnny as he took hold of the last switch.

“Exactly! Here we go!” he yelled, and as the lighting hit, the last switch was flicked.

The rest, is history.