A/N: Welcome all to my entry into Stormchaser90's Halloween contest. I'm hoping to get this done before the deadline ends and that many fans will enjoy the concept. Please note that I'm going to try and find time to do my other projects while working on this one.
The factory was dark and quite, not a single living soul inside.
Suddenly, a lanky man with glasses burst inside before bolting the door and leaning up against it.
"We know you're in there Thomas!" An Irish accent said "Come out now!"
"You'll never take me!" The man, apparently named Thomas, shouted back before running into the depths of the factory.
A few moments later, the door was being rammed against, giving away with each strike. With a final ram, the door gave way and smashed open, allowing Officer Hobble and two of his fellow officers to walk in.
"It's all over, Puppetmaker!" Hobble called out to their perp "We know all about your scam!"
Heading up the stairs, Thomas grumbled. Curse that Team Possible! They ruined everything with their investigating.
"Now hear this, Hobble!" Thomas yelled angrily, an echo reverberating through the entire factory "This isn't the end of me, you hear! No matter what it takes, I'm going to get Team Possible for this!"
With that, he dashed into his office, closed the door, and triple locked it. Still, that wasn't a permanent fix. It wouldn't be long before the police reached the upper floor and the door wouldn't hold for very long when they did. He needed a plan and fast!
Suddenly, a twisted and wicked grin appeared on his face. He had it!
As Hobble and his men approached the stairs to the upper floor, they began to hear Thomas's voice, speaking very loudly in a foreign tongue.
"Invoco Facilier viribusque torquebit. Spirit of darkness, I summon you!"
Suddenly, a huge gust of wind came out of nowhere and filled the entire factory. Hobble and the others had to hold on tightly so not to be blown away. Despite being baffled as to where the wind came from, Hobble started up the steps as Thomas continued his chant.
"Ut exaudias deprecationemservihumilis. Fac me sicut unumdemearum. Damihi virtutemesse suum!"
The wind grew stronger with each word Thomas spoke. Fighting the wind, Hobble and his men soon reached the second floor, just as Thomas's voice was getting frantic.
"Obsecro teaudirecupio! Informatransmutaredummy! Informatransmutaredummy! INFORMATRANSMUTAREDUMMY!"
Just as Hobble and the others reached the door to Thomas's office, a huge shockwave blew the entire wall away, taking Hobble and his men with it! The three managed to grab hold of the railing to survive, while the blast that Thomas apparently set off blew off the ceiling of his office completely.
Struggling over the railing, Hobble and the others ventured into the remains of the office. There was no sign of Thomas anywhere.
"You think he committed suicide?" One officer asked.
"Nah" Hobble shook his head. "He doesn't seem the type for that. Most likely, he set off that bomb to cover his escape. Put out an APP. We have a fugitive of the law on the lam".
With that, the three officers left the room. What they didn't notice, however, was a strange looking puppet in a business suit on the ground.
It seemed to be displaying a sinister grin.
TBC…