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plot elements used in the books Escape to Witch Mountain and Return from
Witch Mountain, as well as the movies of the same name, although the books
and the movies differ extensively. Please direct all queries, comments,
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LIFE ON WITCH MOUNTAIN
By Kevin Haynes
CHAPTER 34
The sedan drove across town to a run-down house on the outskirts. It used to be called a mansion, but it now looked like more of a haunted house. The car drove up the long, curved driveway and stopped in front of the main entrance. A servant from the manor came out to the car with a wheelchair. Truck grabbed Tony's feet and began to pull him from the back seat. Catching him before he fell out, he grabbed Tony under the arms and hoisted him into the wheelchair.
Holding him in the wheelchair, since he was still unconscious, Truck pushed Tony down a long hallway, around a corner, and into a large room. The room was lined with windows on two sides, since it was in the corner of the large house, but it still seemed gloomy. With the heavy clouds outside, and the spirit of hate and greed inside, nothing there could be described as cheerful.
The room was sparsely furnished. It had, at one time, probably been a music room or sunroom. But that was long ago. Now it simply had a large hospital-type bed in the center of the room, several tables along the wall with medical instruments, and several hospital-looking machines in one corner.
As Truck entered the room with his prize, he asked the servant to get the doctor immediately. "He owes me big time, and I want to collect . now."
The servant left to summon the doctor while Truck and Jake lifted Tony onto the bed and began to fasten restraints on him. Two large restraints ran across his chest and his upper legs. Smaller ones were wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
"Well, you finally succeeded! Well done, Travis." Truck turned around and was greeted by the sight of Dr. Victor Gannon. Now 89 years old, he hardly looked like the man who had tried to harness Tony's abilities so long ago. Hate and greed had aged him prematurely. He was pale and gaunt. Most of his hair was gone. He wore large glasses to be able to see, and had a hearing aid. He was so weak that he could no longer walk unaided, and used a mechanized wheelchair to get around.
He tried to smile at Truck, but as always, it looked more like a grimace. Truck had been playing second fiddle to the doctor for years. He let Dr. Gannon believe that he agreed with him about alien threat. He acted like he wanted to see Tony's people in subjection to humans. But actually, all Truck wanted was cold, hard cash. And now he was done acting . it was time to collect.
Truck said, "Thanks, Vic. That means a lot. But what I want to see is some hard evidence that you appreciate what I did. Where is it?"
Dr. Gannon hardly heard what Truck was saying. Here was Tony . again . in his power! Oh, the marvelous things he could do now! Years ago he had made too many mistakes. First he depended on that money-grubbing Letha Wedge to supply what he needed, so he had to include her in his plans. She had no vision, no dreams of anything greater than Las Vegas. She had stood in his way, proven herself to be a stumbling block.
Then he had underestimated Tony's sister. She was persistent, and even the doctor could not stop her nor persuade Tony to eliminate her. But now she was nowhere to be seen. It was just Victor and Tony, and nothing was going to stand in his way this time. Not even Truck's incessant whining.
"You will be paid in due time, Travis. Let me enjoy this moment, after the years of waiting."
Truck looked agitated. "Yeah, well I've been waiting, too! And I want my money . NOW!" Silently, carefully, he reached behind him, under his coat, for the gun he always carried there.
LIFE ON WITCH MOUNTAIN
By Kevin Haynes
CHAPTER 34
The sedan drove across town to a run-down house on the outskirts. It used to be called a mansion, but it now looked like more of a haunted house. The car drove up the long, curved driveway and stopped in front of the main entrance. A servant from the manor came out to the car with a wheelchair. Truck grabbed Tony's feet and began to pull him from the back seat. Catching him before he fell out, he grabbed Tony under the arms and hoisted him into the wheelchair.
Holding him in the wheelchair, since he was still unconscious, Truck pushed Tony down a long hallway, around a corner, and into a large room. The room was lined with windows on two sides, since it was in the corner of the large house, but it still seemed gloomy. With the heavy clouds outside, and the spirit of hate and greed inside, nothing there could be described as cheerful.
The room was sparsely furnished. It had, at one time, probably been a music room or sunroom. But that was long ago. Now it simply had a large hospital-type bed in the center of the room, several tables along the wall with medical instruments, and several hospital-looking machines in one corner.
As Truck entered the room with his prize, he asked the servant to get the doctor immediately. "He owes me big time, and I want to collect . now."
The servant left to summon the doctor while Truck and Jake lifted Tony onto the bed and began to fasten restraints on him. Two large restraints ran across his chest and his upper legs. Smaller ones were wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
"Well, you finally succeeded! Well done, Travis." Truck turned around and was greeted by the sight of Dr. Victor Gannon. Now 89 years old, he hardly looked like the man who had tried to harness Tony's abilities so long ago. Hate and greed had aged him prematurely. He was pale and gaunt. Most of his hair was gone. He wore large glasses to be able to see, and had a hearing aid. He was so weak that he could no longer walk unaided, and used a mechanized wheelchair to get around.
He tried to smile at Truck, but as always, it looked more like a grimace. Truck had been playing second fiddle to the doctor for years. He let Dr. Gannon believe that he agreed with him about alien threat. He acted like he wanted to see Tony's people in subjection to humans. But actually, all Truck wanted was cold, hard cash. And now he was done acting . it was time to collect.
Truck said, "Thanks, Vic. That means a lot. But what I want to see is some hard evidence that you appreciate what I did. Where is it?"
Dr. Gannon hardly heard what Truck was saying. Here was Tony . again . in his power! Oh, the marvelous things he could do now! Years ago he had made too many mistakes. First he depended on that money-grubbing Letha Wedge to supply what he needed, so he had to include her in his plans. She had no vision, no dreams of anything greater than Las Vegas. She had stood in his way, proven herself to be a stumbling block.
Then he had underestimated Tony's sister. She was persistent, and even the doctor could not stop her nor persuade Tony to eliminate her. But now she was nowhere to be seen. It was just Victor and Tony, and nothing was going to stand in his way this time. Not even Truck's incessant whining.
"You will be paid in due time, Travis. Let me enjoy this moment, after the years of waiting."
Truck looked agitated. "Yeah, well I've been waiting, too! And I want my money . NOW!" Silently, carefully, he reached behind him, under his coat, for the gun he always carried there.