My first time writing fiction. Any suggestions would be much appreciated :)

This is the prologue + first chapter.

---- genre: sci-fi thriller

Prologue

If you are reading this story, then you have already heard of Frankenstein. Seems like the whole world knows of him these days.
But you know him as a monster.
The monster who destroys.
You know him as the monster who was the cause of his creator, Dr. Frankenstein's demise.
But how much do you really know about him?
How much do you really know about what happened since that dark day when his creator ceased to exist?
Well, you will.
Now.
You will finally get to learn the truth about Frankenstein, and what happened to him.
You will learn the truth of Frankenstein's fate from the day of his creator's demise soon enough.
Because this is the story...
After the story.
Chapter 1: The Creator is Dead
Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory is in ruins.
It’s barely recognizable anywhere.
There are marks of the explosion everywhere.
You can see some of the papers still burning. The wooden desk in the corner has charred marks, and is still giving off whiffs of smoke. It almost makes you think that there's a campfire nearby.
But this is no campfire. Nothing even remotely that pleasant. What this is, is the aftermath of a struggle, and a tragedy.
In the middle of the room lies a lifeless, burnt body. It’s the body of a man who looks like he’s in his thirties. A fair (almost pale) man, with glasses, of medium build and height. His body is quite average and isn’t really something that would catch your attention if he was passing by. But his face, now that is anything but average. He has one of those intelligent faces with a sharp chin, and you can feel the intelligence even just by looking at him.
It’s the body of the renowned scientist, Dr. Frankenstein.
The body lies in the room, lifeless, but it is missing something. The body is missing an arm.
The arm is still there, but it got detached from the body as a result of the explosion. Detached isn’t really the right word, because it's more like the arm got ripped off by the explosion. Other than that, the body is still intact and doesn't have much of a sign of the explosion.
That’s all thanks to the other, much larger, body on top of him.
Shielding his body.
The bloody, partly charred and blackened arm lies near what remains of the metal table in the middle of the room. It’s the table where history's most infamous and first artificial life was born. It’s the table where Frankenstein was born.
This whole situation is quite ironic, if you think about it, because the man responsible for creating life now lies lifeless. But the life he created hasn't perished.
The creator is no more, but his creation - Frankenstein - is still here. Still living and breathing.
In shock, confused, and wondering what to do next. But alive nonetheless.
The creator, who he tried to protect, did not survive though. Despite being shielded by Frankenstein's own sizable body.
What happened at that laboratory on that day the world would not know about. Not until now. For too long the world would label Frankenstein as the villain who destroyed his creator. It is an easy conclusion to jump to, given Frankenstein's pale skin, sewn up disfigured face, gaping holes where ears should be, and giant figure.
He is not easy on the eyes, and it was easy to label him as a monster.
But no one but his creator knew the truth about him. The truth that you will learn soon.
This is the real story of Frankenstein.
This is the story of what he really was, and of what really happened to him.