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Chapter 3

Mona Lisa's Revenge: Run

"Mona Lisa? We just see the real Mona Lisa!" Sam shouted as he followed Lisa through the museum.

"I know!" Lisa shouted back. She quickly turned around a corner into another room, and glanced out into the hallway. "This is mental!" she said tried to catch her breath. "This can't be happening!"

Sam turned to her, "Oh really. The Mona Lisa has come to life, is armed and very upset with the world in general while using as a target practice, and we are trapped in the same building as her." he told her in a rush. "Trust me Lisa, it's happening."

"But, the police are here," Lisa said. Her voice wavered and was nearly frantic. "We just have to warn them, maybe there's police here somewhere."

"Shots have been fired Lisa, she shot at us and they would have heard it," Sam reminded her. He sighed, Lisa's currently in panic mode and of course with everything going on right now she has the right to be panic, he can only give her a soft comfort look. "I'm sorry but no one is coming."

She stumbled backwards and gave Sam a pleading look that made Sam flinch and fell terribly guilty. He's not great at giving comfort or giving reassurance, or even response to people that much, he just shook his head and tried his best. He grabbed her hands and pulled them along after her, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Listen," Sam said, he looked around. "Since we can't leave, let's check out the Mona Lisa room. Maybe there is something more in there."

Lisa took a deep breath and stared at him. "What are we looking for?"

"I haven't got any clue," Sam admitted as they come to a halt. "But we need to move rather just waiting around here."

Lisa nodded in agreement and followed Sam through the museum. They stopped after a few rooms to check the map and glancing around nervously. The exhibit room had only one entrance and they were still several rooms away. Sam paused as they started walking again, there was a strange metal sound echoing through the halls. Blending of a heavy footstep teamed with a metal rattle.

"What is that?" Lisa asked softly, trying to peek around the corner.

"Something not good," Sam whispered, he could feel his heart beat a bit faster.

They heard the metallic footsteps getting closer and moved into the next room which was under construction. Glancing around, Lisa took stock of the plastic covered walls and the workbenches set up throughout the large space. Scaffolding and lumber created small hiding places all over.

"Hide!" Lisa grabbed him.

Lisa pulled Sam back behind a scaffold with him, gesturing for her friends to be quite. Grabbing the mirror, she used it to look around the scaffolding as a tall male figure dressed all in black walked into the room. His mouth and nose were covered by a black bandana and he wore a tripoint black hat. A long black coat covered his dark shirt and pants and h wore a spur on each of his boots.

"That's the Dark Rider painting," Lisa whispered softly, exchanging a worried look with Sam.

"He's got guns," Sam added as the rider looked around the room.

Nodding, Sam slowly began to move towards the door, staying in the shadows of the construction materials. He tried to took the mirror from Lisa for locating the Dark Rider but then it fell out of her hand with a soft crash. The rider spun sharply towards them and pulled out both of the flintlock pistols.

"Run!" Sam yanked her hand, dashing for the exit.

Racing from the room, the two children ran down the corridor that led them back to the main staircase. They could hear the rider running after them and the metal sound of his spurs adding to the volume of his footsteps. Ducking around a pillar with, Sam just missed the two shots the Rider fired at them.

"He's a painting," Lisa said breathlessly. "Shouldn't he be firing paintballs."

"Maybe in cartoon Lisa," Sam added. He peered out around the pillar.

"Two flintlocks, two shots, he's out now right?" Lisa questioned, tried to see the Rider.

Another two shots blazed past them and Sam shouted, "He's a painting come to life, he has as many shots as he wants."

"Now the paintball idea doesn't sound that ridiculous, huh?" Lisa snapped at him.

"Not now Lisa!"

Glancing around the pillar, Sam checked the Rider's distance and turned back to his friend, "Split up, he can only follow one target," he ordered, pointing towards the nearby corridor before looking another direction.

"Be careful," she hissed.

"You too."

Then he ran out across the entry for one of the halls on the opposite side of the room. A moment later, Lisa ran the direction Sam had indicated and the rider followed them. Above them in the outlook gallery, the Mona Lisa frowned down at the display and huffed. Next to her, Mr. Harding wrung his hands and shifted nervously on his feet.

"They are just children," Mr. Harding insisted. "They can't harm you."

"Those children were far too comfortable with me." Mona Lisa snapped, she gave a dangerous glare towards Harding. "But let's see how they did, separated."

Fear flooded Sam as he realized that the Rider wasn't following him and started to backtrack the Mona Lisa display room. As much as it worried him, Sam recognized that this was his best chance to ask for help. He wished that the museum had let them keep their phones since they hadn't managed to get anywhere near an actual phone. Reaching the Mona Lisa gallery, he cautiously looked inside before stepping into the room.

"I don't know what I should be looking for," he muttered to himself.

"Maybe I could help." a sharp burr a northern accent voiced behind him.

Sam turned around and jumped slightly in shock when he saw a tall lean man with cropped hair, cold piercing blue eyes, and big huge ears standing there wearing an unusual leather jacket under a green jumper, waltz inside the room, staring at the painting then to Sam with watchful eyes while crossing his arms. There was something about the man that felt not right, but he can't point out just what, something dangerous yet comforting at the same time with the vibe of a traveller and a soldier around him, and a gleam of sadness followed with grief as if he just lost something or someone.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Sam asked. He looked around and peered at him. "How'd you get in here?"

"I'm the Doctor," the man said, before continuing, "My ship tracks some energy reading here and I followed it. When I arrived, heard some gunshots, and started running here so here I am. Guess that was because you." He pointed at him.

"Ship?"

"Yup!" the Doctor exclaimed, and he proceed to walk towards the painting where Miss Trupp was stuck and studied it. "I guess this what drawn my ship here, interesting."

"Who are you? Really?" Sam tried instead.

"Told you. The Doctor."

Sam stared at him. "Yeah, but Doctor what?"

"Just the Doctor."

"The Doctor?"

"Hello!"

Sam laughed. "Is that supposed to sound impressive?"

"Sort of," he replied, walking near the painting and observed it.

"Doesn't work." Sam retorted.

He only gives a brief glare and turned back to the painting, Sam tried to approach him. "Are you the police?" he tried to ask again.

"No," he shook his head. "I was just passing through. I'm long way from home." The Doctor stared the painting again and took a final closer look, "Now that's interesting." he muttered.

Suddenly, they could hear someone moving down the hall and dashed behind one of the large displays at the side of the room. With a seconds, they saw the Mona Lisa walk into the room with Harding at her heels; Sam pulled the Doctor behind one of the hiding spot as they both observed the new comer.

"This has to be it," Harding said. Sam peeked out to see Harding gesturing towards the right wall. "Not only a contemporary of Leonardo da Vinci, but a neighbour in Florence."

The Mona Lisa examined the simple painting of a man in period clothing, "Not very attractive," she told him a moment later with a frown.

"Giuseppe di Cattivo 1450 to 1518," Harding explained. "His work is often compared to his famous contemporary Hieronymus Bosch. Poor Giuseppe, he died in a lunatic asylum."

Mona Lisa smiled before raising her hand and moving it front of the painting. "No, no," she sighed. She dropped her hand to her side with a frown of disappointment. "This isn't him."

Harding started to say something to her, but the door suddenly opened. Turning slowly, Sam had to slap a hand across his mouth to muffle his cry of alarm. The rider marched Lisa into the room, a gun pointed at each of them.

Giggling, the Mona Lisa strode forward and gaze down at her. "Well, look at what we have here," she chorused with a delighted smile. "Where's your little friend?"

"He's already out of here and get the police," Lisa told her with a glare before raising her chin up. "Soon, they'll be here and capture you."

"Oh you've got spirit," Mona Lisa growled with a glint in her eye. "Don't lie to me little girl. Where's the red haired boy?"

"I don't know," she answered, meeting the Mona Lisa's gaze. "We split up when your friend here started shooting. Like I said, he has probably gotten to a phone by now and called for help."

"That won't help you." Mona Lisa told her with a smile. "I took this gun from a painting and I put all the people I found into paintings. Everything in this building can come under my total control so whatever great rescue you're hoping for, won't save you."

"Why are you helping her?" turned Lisa, she gave a furious gaze on Harding. "You've seen what she's done!"

"Harding here is my number one fan," informed her with a smirk.

"She set the rider on us!" Lisa insisted. "We're just children, how can you be okay with that? She has put people into paintings!

"Calm down child," Harding protested quickly. He waved his hands in a calming manner even as he sweated. "I'm sure that Mona Lisa will restore everyone once she finds her brother and he rider did not hurt you."

"Her brother?" Lisa repeated in confusion, trying to even remember any part of history that mention her brother being painted.

As if on cue, a loud growling filled the room, coming up from the lower levels of the museum. Grinning, the Mona Lisa gave triumphant laugh, and turned to Harding who had paled significantly at the noise.

"That would be my brother," the Mona Lisa announced. She looked at the rider as she pointed her own gun at Lisa. "Trace the noise rider," she ordered.

As the rider left the room, the Mona Lisa focused intently on Lisa. Sam gasped softly as red energy sparked around the Mona Lisa, giving her a terrible red glow. He stared hard and tried not to screamed, he didn't like where this was going, and what will happen to Lisa.

"What's going on?" Lisa asked, quietly.

"A moment dear, and I'll put you in the picture," she chuckled, thrusting her hand forward.

Sam made a jerky movement forward but he felt the Doctor hold on to his arm and stopped him from running to his friend, he tried to made him let go by tugging his arm hard as he saw the red energy exploded around his friend. It crackled and sparked around them as she screamed. Harding hid his face and Lisa vanished right before Sam's eyes. Mona Lisa laughed and looked over at a landscape on the wall where Lisa now stood trapped within it, still screaming.

"And now boy, it's your turn." announced Mona Lisa to the large room. "I heard you gasp so come out. No point hiding."

Breathing hard, he can feel his heart stopped for a moment and followed by the response of his brain and body were told to start running from there; hides and run away from this. But he can't, Lisa was still trapped here and he can't leave her alone and ran away, he can't leave her even thou she's always annoyed him; because she's still his friend. Closing his eyes, Sam took a deep breath, he stood up and walked towards Mona Lisa' view until the Doctor stopped him again, glaring slightly and motion him to follow him.

Both of them walked calmly towards Mona Lisa view, as Sam trying his best not to start running towards her and pushed her to the ground while demanding to free his friend and the other people inside the painting.

"I wouldn't have thought that a painting would have such a good hearing," the Doctor said, glaring at the Mona Lisa. "And while harming children."

Mona Lisa smiled amused at him and stared at Sam, "I see you make yourself another friend." She pointed at the painting. "Guess trapping one friend is not enough."

"What did you do to her?" Sam sneered, glaring at the Mona Lisa. He tried not to look at the painting of his friend with her pained expression.

"She is completely safe," Mona Lisa assured him. "She is alive in the painting, she can hear and see everything we do in front of their painting. She just can't move or escape." she finished with a taste of bitterness.

"Like you were," Sam said, in realization.

"Exactly," she agreed with a grimace. "I was trapped, unable to live or die."

"You're out now," the Doctor told her. "You don't need to harm anyone. Let them go."

"I think she looks as pretty as a picture. Well, most pictures. I think we can agree that I am in a different league," the Mona Lisa preened with a proud smile, touching her wavy brown hair lovingly.

"Very true," the Doctor agreed with a look of disgust.

"Thank you, love," Mona Lisa smiled, patting her hair again.

"Didn't really mean it as a compliment," he answered with a glare.

"Don't worry," Mr. Harding cut in. "They are safe and once Mona Lisa has found her brother, she will release them."

They all paused as they heard the growling again and the Doctor shook his head. "I don't think her brother is going to be as nice as you think," he said to Harding. "This is trouble."

"Which is why you should leave it alone," Mona Lisa told them.

"I can't do that," the Doctor said. He started walking slowly along the side of the gallery with the look of the oncoming storm plastered on his face, the Mona Lisa followed him. "I've seen how dangerous you are, so I have to stop you.

"Oh, I would love to see a handsome man like you try," Mona Lisa purred as she and the Doctor came to a stop. "He actually thinks that he can stop me."

"And do you want to know why?" the Doctor asked as he stepped closer to Mona Lisa, his voice tremble darkly. "Because I can."

"Look around Doctor," said Mona Lisa, her voice quivered a bit. She finally held out her gun and in an instinct, she pointed the gun at them. "I'm the one holding the gun."

Pointing the gun at them, Mona Lisa smiled wickedly as Sam's whole body told him to run. But he was too panic to even tried to move, and the risked he got shot was bigger this time. Sam closed his eyes tightly, scared and waiting on the pain from the gunshot, but then a warm hand grabbed Sam's smaller one in a tight but gentle grip. He turned to meet the pair steel blue eyes looking down at him.

"Run!"

Third chapter!
Man I'm on a role...
Please review on what should or should I not do?
I'm a bit scared on the writing of my OC's in here.