He sat at his chateau, glass cup in his hand, sipping his Bordeaux wine, and slowly thinking back to what had happened in the morning.
He had been delightfully quaint in his approach to the attack, he had it all planned out and it was all going according to the plan. His family was not nouveau rich, he had money pits from dozens of small investments his family had done over the centuries, or was he not a Lord? And so, using some of that deep pocket money he had hired mooks to help. Mercenaries, men of war. He should have figured out that while going for gun power was a novel idea that could work, he might have benefited from a more...graceful and subtle approach.
The simian figurine he had wanted had been taken back by that teenager, Kimberly Ann, his sidekick, the idiotic Stoppable, and some kind of rat. He hated how they always seemed to get in his way. And, if that wasn't enough, after he had managed to cause a distraction (putting several people under intensive care), he had been followed by a bunch of Global Justice Agents.
Not even his contacts could tell him who the leader of that organization was...but whomever he or she were, well...he'd like to put a message through his or her cranium, literally. He sipped again while thinking of all the ways he'd use his force and or weapons training to destroy that person.
He'd like that, he'd like that a lot.
"At least I escaped" – He said, to no one in particular, he wondered how his file looked, did they connect the dots and make him one of the most searched persons in the world? Did they know his true identity? If so why hadn't they arrested him?
Questions he decided not to answer as he felt the sleep inducing effects wine always seemed to have on him, on an already tired mind, due to the failed plan, Lord Montgomery Fisk (widely known in the criminal world and on Global Justice as Monkey Fist), let out a snore as he fell asleep, his body softening and adjusting to the smooth cushion where he sat.
His dreams were as confusing as they were weird. He was hanging by his feet and beating on his chest, like some sort of hybrid between a monkey and a gorilla, and he was watching something burn, though he couldn't recognise what it was, he threw himself at it and the flames turned out to be wet. Something was touching him and he discovered that they were removing fleas from his back. While there was no doubt these dreams had a simian and monkey theme, as all his dreams do, he wasn't used to such a weird dream. It continued with a reimaging of the planet of the apes where he was the king of the apes, and the maniac part being underwhelmed by his sinister laugh...then he got back to Egyptian culture where cats were adored, something he hadn't thought about since his school days over 20 years prior.
When he finally awoke he was confused at first, by the lack of light off the window, and by his dream, but within 10 minutes he didn't remember his dream, the dream had left him with a sense of abnormality though...well as abnormal as someone who is obsessed with simians to the point of mutation can be. He picked a documentary of the wall, he had the whole collection on simians and apes from National Geographic as well as other big biology documentaries providers.
He picked one of his favourites about gorillas, he didn't know why, but that kind of ape was on his mind at the time. He didn't know it was because of the dream, since he had forgotten it, but his sub-conscious remembered.
The documentary started with the voice of a narrator describing facts he already knew...he wasn't watching for the facts though, he was watching for the images of the big creature. So majestic...so wonderful...so amazing...
He looked at the grandfather clock on the corner, it was roughly 10 pm, he could very well watch the entire collection and be done within a week...he needed to let the steam cool off before attacking again anyway. The simian figurine must have been reallocated to a new place and he would need to find out where it was...and when he did...well, the figurine would be his one way or the other.
The documentary came to a part about mating habits...gorillas, it seemed had estrus cycles...something female humans didn't have, at least to that extent. Lord Montgomery watched the video and felt a longing for a mate.
It was a longing he had had several times, in fact, he had often searched for a mate, but his...let us call it peculiarities...always led to him having no luck.
Seemingly making a decision out of nowhere Lord Montgomery (or as he liked to be called Lord Monkey Fist), decided to go out and try to convince a lady to come home with him. The thought of just hiring a companion did cross his mind, but it was unthinkable to him, no, monkey fist or no he was charming, he could get company and maybe even more, no? He put on some of his best clothes, ones made out of the finest materials, and which had cost him thousands of pounds and he entered his car and drove away. He didn't know where he was going, but there was bound to be a city nearby.
Usually it was a hired driver that drove him to wherever he wanted to go, but today he had dispensed him earlier than usual, so he now drove. The car – with its automatic gears – was simple to ride but he speed over, impatiently. He was going 40 miles over the speed limit and counting, but thankfully for him he did not find a single speed trap or policeman.
Meanwhile, Betty was being transported home, after some medication she had indulged in, her headache was gone, now her chance for the finding of a mate began.