Chapter 7: Final Confrontation
I weaved in a repeating cycle between the surrounding monsters all gathered together in a big barricade like way. Fungus continued on getting lost behind me in the giant crowd. We had to move fast; otherwise we were going to lose sight of those two gigantic twerps forever. I was pretty sure they were intently heading for the scare floor to safely return the kid home to her door… but things like that couldn't happen like here. They just can't! Her mind must be flashing full of memories from our whole world like clockwork. No, she needed to be, well, the right word would be 'brainwashed' but I think that it sounds too bitter. Do you know how important it is that our whole worlds must be separate? Huh, you wouldn't even realise I suppose… it would be treated like a whole experiment/operation type condition. Laboratories would be conducting freakish tests on us monsters and treating us like vermin. Humans would have a totally different sleeping pattern, ready to fight off any little old visitor who comes through their own closet door and that would be total devastation for us lot. So in which way, I'm doing the best thing for our people and yours! I rounded one of the last corners to see the outstretched chamber before my emerald eyes. I scampered towards the place I knew in my guts they were headed for. Without a slight different warning, a pushcart full of fresh scream containers zoomed past, inches from my chest.
"WOULD YOU MOVE IT!" I hollered with a voice showing my inner monster. The short green monster that was trundling the cart slid his eyes wide open in astonishment and tried to screech the heavy weight object. I saw my one chance to rid of this obscure obstacle, so I leapt around 5 foot into the air, hoping to clear the space between my enemies and me. I crashed into the canisters, not clearing enough amplitude to sail over the cans. A shoot of a numb cramp began to wriggle its way up the cavities of my thorax. It had hurt, no doubt about that, but I had to carry on with my procession to the prize. I had just enough strength left in my throat to let out a aggravated: "Idiot!" to the monster that had happened to cross my route. I heard Fungus shriek out to my side and continue to follow my orders to the scare floor. I arched the corner to the landing and let my feet free-fall across the smooth concrete flooring. My beady visionary tools lowered to a slit, scanning the room to assess every small detail around me. Abruptly, I caught a glimpse of blue and purple fur and a spark of energy raced across my brain.
"THERE THEY ARE!" I pointed a plump finger to the recognisable character. I marched forward, knowing there was nowhere for them to go. I had won and they knew it for sure. The intercom all of a sudden burst into life, allowing all of the monsters on the floor, me especially; hear the message blasted around every square inch.
"Attention employees, Randall Boggs…" My head looked to the small round speaker in a puzzled glance, wondering what the heck I had done to deserve being mentioned on a message. Maybe it wasn't: "…has just broken the all time scare record." Was Celia's excited and cheery announcement.
"WHAT?" I screeched in denial. "NO I DIDN'T!" I sure wasn't going to let this put me down on my course. I was taking no credit either because I hadn't REALLY done that marvellous objective. Its wrong to take fame and distinction from something you don't actually achieve. I had realised of course that this was to slow me down from her oh so precious 'googly bear' that had a charming accomplice. Puh, you wouldn't catch me sticking up for ANYBODY in this building. Before I'd realised that a gang of the floors own scarers had swarmed around to congratulate me on my superb effort, my face had turned into an emission of negative input. I tried to push my way through the large gather, but I soon found out that an intruding foot held my tail back. Damn it! I was too busy flustering with my debated objection.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" I yelled hysterically. Boy that receptionist sure was a crafty, quiet nick. She has just too much power for one woman. I started to pull and push furiously as a bumbling bulldozer would knock a few trees or flowering plants down. Come on, come on, come on!
"Get off my tail! LET ME THROUGH!" I finally shoved my way with brutal force out of the overwhelming group, allowing a clear path to the two brutes. I saw Sullivan smash his fist onto the small control panel and after a beep of error, all of the doors started to retract back to the vault. Sulley grabbed firmly onto the shoulder blade of the doorframe and held on for dear life. Wazowski just grabbed onto his alligator tail. As they rose into the hair, I ground to a halt in my position. Not having time to think, I started to climb the slippery vertical pole of the contraption that placed the door back on its holding clip. I was slipping slowly down the base, but I conjured up all of my energy and lifted my rump high, allowing me to give a strong and steady abdominal thrust to lift myself up the cylinder and onto the closet above me. I positioned my legs and arms so they were comfy on the plank of wood and waited patiently, knowing I was going to be in for a VERY bumpy ride. I watched the towering dark shadows as my door swung daringly on the track. I felt a sudden rise of nausea as I remembered a past time incident that I'd had at the fair, on the Big Dipper roller coaster ride. I had happened to be big headed in a daring contest to pulse up the courage and take a round trip on the coaster, which left me in a wreck of nerves. Also taking into account that it had been a very messy sight indeed and I don't need to go into detail to let you know what I'm talking about. Yuck! I gulped down the need to spill my stomach's little contents and imagined myself fastening a seat belt in a Formula 1 racing car. I started to shake violently, trembling at the thought of falling into the dark space below. I shook it off quickly, knowing I HAD to get closer to Sullivan and Wazowski. Leaving my pale expression a memory, I crawled over the top of the door rim; carefully making sure I wasn't going to fall off at the fast speed the door was travelling. I leaped, I stuck, gasping, giving a quick snarl and baring my fangs to my opponents a few closets ahead.
The tremor hit me like a frenzied wind, gushing to meet my face. The sheer amazement made me forget completely about my task. It was the overwhelming view of the colossal door vault. I was dumbstruck by just how large it actually was! All tiny blurs, identified as doors whizzed at a supposed 100 miles per hour speed around the spaghetti shaped conveyer belts. The bottomless pit below me though, made me hang on tighter to the door. This truly was a disturbing landscape array of beauty. Up ahead, I managed to catch the slight tail or horn of Sullivan and Wazowski before they disappeared in a gail of force. I squinted to try and see what had made them shift backwards with that much response. My stomach lopsided as I realised it was the thing I was dreading… a special device to increase the speed of the door track. This was common in most roller coasters, even in my 'incident'. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my nerves down as I was in a position where I could be killed during pursuit. Trying my best, I squelched my eyes into a strong glare that said 'bring it on'. Perhaps this wasn't going to be so bad… perhaps the weight of the door would come my side and maybe even help… perhaps… ZOOM! I almost shrieked in terror as I was flung forwards, clinging for my existence onto the frame, trying not to panic. My body showed the tell tale signs of an extreme amount of G force endurance. Some of my limbs were left flailing in the blows and my fronds were reared right back on my head casing. My internal organs seemed to be coping well with the disturbance though, so I was happy at least about that… The swerves and bends were taking its toll all the same, but when the door seemed to adjust to the unusual knots, I breathed a sigh of relief. That was until my eyes set upon the extremely steep drop a few metres ahead of me now. Considering the speed I was already travelling, things were about to get even more hairy. I crossed my heart and braced myself… Travelling at the steep angle, the force became even more noticeable as my body seemed to be such a heavy weight. My head shook violently at the power and my brain felt like it was being bashed repeatedly. Finally, after a long struggle trying to control my overpowering sickness, the subtle flow became a snails pace as I saw Wazowski and Sullivan ahead with the kid. I watched in angry distress as the tracks split off into different junctions. I growled in discomfort as the door slid into a long empty row, connecting a never-ending wall of different doors. I had to be quick if I was going to reach the kids door before the troublesome two did. Travelling across the barrier, easily sticking to the pale wood, I rounded a corner and peeked inside. Right at the end was my two nemeses that I was constantly thinking about. I smiled evilly and narrowed my eyes. This was my chance. Echoing in my ears was the surrounding laughter of the child in the clutches of Sullivan's paws. I turned around just in time to see another door rounding the bend to flow swiftly into the row where Sullivan and Wazowski were. I swept round with amazing agility, curling my spine to fit the doors shape on the front. I readied my limbs, twisting my tail tip this way and that with attendance. I had only just noticed that all of the doors were now connected to the power line allowing entrance to the world. Hmm, must be due to something with giggling and laughs. I of course prefer the idea of scaring… Anyway, here I was, contorting my body and ready to pounce like a Siberian Tiger. Sullivan and Wazowski began to disappear in the realms of the human's domain. Oh no! You're not getting away this time!
"GIVE ME THAT KID!" I aguishly spoke while doing a flying leap towards them. SMASH! I slid down the now shut remain of the closet door. I moaned in pain and rubbed my aching jaw line, retracting my tongue back inside my mouth space. I shakily grasped onto the door and threw myself inside. Not caring about where I was, I ran straight through the building and out the other side. I was on a kind of Tropical Island. Must be somewhere in the Caribbean s the water was a lovely crystal blue, palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze and the soft inviting huts were homely. I looked to the soft particles of sand to see paw prints and flat feet imprinted. Hmm, tracks! Good escape Sullivan, but not good enough! Following the distinctive feet, I carried on into the next hut and out of the other side. Flinging the door open I swung to the side, suddenly hearing a closing door. I came from above! I flew as quickly as before back round to the side. During all of this extreme movement, my fronds were shifting like mad from the air impact. I didn't hesitate to climb up the door and continue my way into the next wilderness. A slide was invitingly open for me as I walked past a large over viewing window. Peering outside, I saw a mammoth mountain outstretched in the distance. The scene could have been a memorable piece in an art gallery, but I had no time to contemplate stunning scenery. As soon as I opened the leading closet door, wind hit me in the face like an abusive slap. I decided not to overview the consequences and jumped misleadingly down the distance. Expertly, I grabbed onto the closet door below me, which trundled merrily down the track. As I did before, I slide over the door and leapt onto the next, my body landing neatly onto the massive door side. The door leaned dangerously over to my weights centre, but I held on, hoping for the best. I had already spotted Sullivan go through another door, his spots visible to the blurriest of eyes. After doing a landing onto the platform when I could get nearest enough, I sprinted up towards the door. Leaning my arms downwards, I grabbed the circular knob in my hands and nearly swung the door off of its hinges as I slithered inside as nothing more than a purple lightening bolt. Now this looked a little too familiar… The rival metal structure of the Eiffel Tower cast its gaze through the large balcony. It was another beautiful sight to see as I'm interested in man-made structures, but as you know, I had a mission to do, so I set off once again. To my suspicions, the door was open wide, inviting me to step through. I was just about to then, WALLOP! That was the third time that day that my head had to endure the constant torture of pain.
"I hope that hurt Lizard Boy!" I heard Wazowski shout crudely. If it gets me, isn't it kind of racist to be calling somebody by his or her species. I was fuming more now than ever. Two of my fronds lay helplessly in the door crevice, trapped agonizingly in the gaps. With a swing of my fist, the jammed door was once again open. I could have sworn that my head and fronds were beginning to turn red… I rubbed attentively over them, checking for any big damages. I was lucky. Nothing was snapped or permanently broken. Although my fronds are for display/mating purposes and would get pulled off completely in a battle with other males, I certainly didn't want them pulled off in such a disgusting way. I was now madder than I had ever been before. The sheer thought of that pompous bowling ball trapping my beautiful plumes in the door made me want to explode! I did a ferocious and triumphant roar to the monsters riding away on a spare door before charging after them. I actually glided down towards to an empty faced door below me and swinged like a crazy gorilla towards them. I seized the chance and turned invisible to the surroundings. This was beginning to turn out to a fun type of ride in a strange but possible way… I leapt with ease onto the door the two were on, trying to balance my weight so I wouldn't be notified in the area. In a very sly serpent like way, I curled my tail around the side, trying to reach the infant in Sulley's clutches. Sneak of the devil trick! I snatched her away, pulling her downwards first out of his curled sausage fingers and brought her up safely into my awaiting arms. YES! Mission accomplished. Now all I had to do was get Wazowksi and Sullivan away. Of course, they had immediately noticed their 'Boo's' departure. I knew why they had given her THAT name… She has a speciality in hide and seek. Trust me, I know from previous accidents in her very own room. Ahh! That's it! My plan was set.
I bounced up confidently to the top of the door, hanging onto the sturdy clip with my feet, still having the kid in my clutches, safely in the bends of my arms. I chuckled at the reveal and at how seemingly easy it had been to catch the kid once again, apart from that blasted chase a few seconds earlier!
"No!" Sulley spoke with worry and protest. Too late! Using my top free fingers, I pried the tiny difficult pin out of the clip, knowing that this would loosen the door free to fall to its doom. I didn't plan on killing them both because I'm not a murderer. I knew that they would go through the door as fast as they could to end up in a different bedroom. So there I did the deed and watched the pair scream as their door plummeted down to earth as I held steadily onto the placing clip. The child whined in a worried and scared tone. She was with her scarer, again. I cheekily placed the pin in my second pair of hands threw it down towards the falling pair, calling down after them:
"Nice working with ya!"
Hearing the suspected splintering of wood connecting with solid ground, I swerved my body backwards and jumped onto the next-door down. The kid was shrieking again every couple of seconds, but I just her and concentrated on hanging onto both her plus the door. She suddenly started to shift her weight back and forth and I looked her way in worry and annoyance.
"NO!" She cried out, hoping somebody would hear and rescue her. I slammed her carefully back near my long body, silencing the cries. She seemed to have took the message… For one thing, she had started to slip out of my grasp and I was fluttering as to if she would fall to her death. Nobody would survive that fall at this particular height, especially a two-year-old baby. It would also be my head on the platter if she didn't live, but I hate the thought of a child that hadn't even begun to enjoy life slipping into death's hands.
Suddenly, a loud series of clanging noises was heard just above my head. My fronds propped up to their highest pints and I turned, my mouth agape to find hero Sullivan clutching a door a few foot above. He was gaining momentum every moment. Oh god! Their was no where to go but… I took my chance, curving my body between the poles of the door, allowing me to open it and slip inside the gap, shutting it firmly behind me. I knew that Sullivan was coming and I did what I had to do. I placed the child at the far end of the room; she didn't even bother to move as she was too in fear of me to run away. I jumped right from the ground and reached the ceiling hanging onto the suspended lamp shaded light. The awaiting Sulley swung confidently into the room.
"Kitty!" The child squeaked in excitement. He noticed her reply and beamed cheerfully at her. A short reunion.
"Boo!" He cried back, holding his arms open like a pet owner inviting his animal to come back to him. I flew my lower abdomen right down to the floor, whacking my tail straight into his cheerful face. I surprised myself by my own strength as he did a massive backward roll and out of the door! His claws tried to stop himself from certain death and it made an ear shattering screeching noise like nails on a blackboard. I cringed from the noise and panted at my effort. Reaching solid ground, I strolled triumphantly over to the door and peered down at Sullivan hanging onto the edge.
"Look at everybody's favourite scarer now you STUPID pathetic waste!" I stated, slamming one of my three-toed feet down onto his paw. He immediately with that hand from the impact of my own body weight. I continued to do my true speech, swinging my hands while hearing the child starting to cry in the background.
"You've been number one for too long Sullivan!" I placed another foot down forcefully onto his remaining hand and pushed hard, hearing several bones crack. His little hairs were tickling in between my stubby toes. "Now your time is up, and don't worry!" I grinned immensely with pride. "I'll take, GOOD…" Only two fingers were left on the steel edge followed by the distinctive bone cracking as I leaned in closer. "…CARE OF THE KID!" My most maniac smile appeared across my face, making me think I was a lunatic.
"No!" He replied weakly. He was beginning to lose his strength and he would fall off soon. I was too stressed out to care at this point of course. I wouldn't do this at all normally, but the memories of Waternoose were flooding into my mind and what he would do if he found out that I'd failed. I had to do everything possible to get the kid back.
"AHH!!!" I broke the tremors of the doors! The kid had jumped onto my arched neck and was now pulling my fronds! My tongue flailed desperately. I moved back inside, my neck, tail and body curling and bending. I had begun to blend into different patterns of colour from the stress. She then proceeded to pull even harder! I moved quickly and flew into a rack of shelves. My chin smacked into each storage place, making it aches terribly. I flailed again and shifted up the wall, blending into the pattern of a drawn picture. After curving my body downwards I was hit repeatedly on the head with a baseball bat. OUCH! Over and over again it came, until…
A paw clasped around my drainpipe of a neck and my tongue lay outside my mouth a few centimetres. I was pulled across the giant belly of my enemy. I wriggled like a distressed worm, my legs winding all over the place to try and release his grip. It was not working at all as he pulled a manoeuvre and steadied my beat. I lay still, trying to get some fresh air as his palms increasingly laid pressure on my windpipe. I gasped once again for breath, as my limbs lay helplessly apart.
"She's not scared of you anymore." Sullivan acknowledged Boo roaring childishly at me. I was too busy gagging to care that much. He then bought his face closer to my own.
"Looks like you're out of a job." He smiled proudly while I did a long gulp and threw my eyes open, looking ready to burst into tears.
Everything after that, led to where I am now. Sullivan and Boo rode back onto another giant platform together, not even bothering that I was there as they snuggled up to each other. My fronds lowered in shame… Once upon the place, he began to swing me back and force as I pleaded for forgiveness and begged to remain here. To them it was all a big baseball match, as I was readied to be swung over the pitch. On the last build up, I screamed like I had never screamed before, disappearing into the realms of the door. It slammed shut straight away behind me and I clambered to my footing. Where the hell was I? Uh-oh.
"Mama, another gators got in the house!" Pointed a young lad with admiration. The older women appeared from the camper's kitchen.
"Another gator? Give me that shovel!" She collected the horrible digging tool and swung towards me. "COME HERE!" BASH! It landed squarely on my head, leaving a deep gash. She continued to swing back and forth, time and time again, hurting my head casing even more! After continues escapades of shrieking in pain and countless swings, I was tossed onto the muddy ground outside into the welcoming lure of a Louisiana swamp. I was in the human world, but most uninvitingly and unpleasant of all…
I was a banished monster
