Chapter 6- what to do?

Taker and Kane stood back to back as the horde grew closer. "You kill them they multiply, the sword of Olympus will vaporize them… but we can't keep going forever!" Kane said aloud.

"Why the hell does the sword work? You made it out of cardboard and tin foil!" Taker growled.

"I don't write the curse rules!" he snapped back.

The stench in the room was enough to suffocate anyone, yet they endured. Taker looked about on his person in case the curse offered him anything good from Hellboy's arsenal. The strangest item in there was a human skeleton thumb! "What the hell?" he growled.

"I heard Hellboy kept it because he thought it was cool, from some actor or something." Kane explained as he pulled the sword of Olympus out from behind him. He was about to strike…. When the zombie began to disappear! They turned to dust before their very eyes; nothing remained of them but the sand on the floor. "Ok… this is awkward" Kane muttered.

Mickey James came out of nowhere only to roll her eyes. "Matt wished the cursed oven mitts back to the haunted house," she said as she approached the two men. "So, I think the curse is broken."

"But… I'm still Kratos, and Taker is still red" Kane announced. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, I do rather like Kratos…"

"I ain't staying red with a stone hand and a goddamn tail!" Taker hissed in return.

"Well, we had to wait until morning right to know if it's broken, we should just call it a night… right?" she asked.

"I am in favor of that… did everyone make it to the roof ok?" Kane asked.

"Yeah, but Vince has been showing off. At least he's not speaking Pirate" she giggled.

"I ain't going to any more goddamn Halloween parties ever" Taker growled.

"As long as I am something that kicks ass… I don't care" Kane grinned as he threw one of his blades up into the air and began climbing to the rooftop. "HEY! I COULD NEVER CLIMB THE ROPE IN HIGH SCHOOL!" he called as he just passes the second floor.

"Show off" muttered the Deadman. Taker rolled his eyes. "Mickey, I wish I was at my hotel room" Taker growled lowly. Mickey only smirked as she snapped her fingers. The Deadman's wish was granted.

Mickey decided to stay down and away from the other; she saw Jeff and Edge writing out wish lists… However she had one in store for herself. With a snap of the fingers, an evil grin came over Mickey James. "Tomorrow will be all the more interesting," she laughed aloud.