Two months later, I reached Geneva. That evening I hid among some trees outside the town, and went to sleep.But I woke when a little boy ran into my hiding place.I thought I would catch the child and make him my friend before he was old enough to be frightened of my terrible face.I caught the little boy, but when the child saw me, he covered his eyes with his hands and screamed loudly."Let me go, you monster，"the child shouted."Let me go，or I will tell my father, Mr Frankenstein.He will call the police，and they'll punish you.""Frankenstein！"I shouted."You belong to my enemy, the man that I want to hurt."The child fought and screamed, and I put my hand round his neck to stop him shouting.In a moment, the child lay dead at my feet.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.
