Yet some more Omakes from Mpi's Taylor Varga. Enjoy your Hallowe'en treat.
Inspired From The Classics [Issue 1]
Taylor Meets ... the Creature!
The sun had set not long ago, but the small village in the mountains glowed red with torchlight, as angry and panicked townsfolk poured into the village square carrying whatever makeshift weapons they could find, holding burning torches above their heads looking into every crevice and crack for that which they feared.
Upon the gallows, the Burgomaster and the chief constable yelled at the screaming mob, trying to elicit some form of order. Though they too wanted nothing more than to join in the hunt for the creature that terrorized them.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Ladies and Gentlemen! Please, calm yourselves!"
Slowly the townspeople deescalated from raging mob to a grumbling crowd as the people in charge drew their attention.
"Thank you. Thank you," praised the Burgomaster. "We know you are quite upset, and yes we are too. The creature has returned once again to plague our humble village. Already several deaths have been caused by the creature and it shall not stand!"
The mob screamed with unspent fury.
"We shall scour the land and put an end to the creature, once and for all time!"
Cries of justice for the dead rose up from the villagers.
"It will not escape! We will destroy it!"
Great cheers of jubilation erupted in the square as the mob began to chant...
"Destroy the creature! Destroy the creature!"
The Burgomaster signaled for quiet once more. "Now we must decide how to divide our men for this hunt. And let us not forget, we must have some to volunteer to stay behind in the village to protect our women and children."
Very quickly the constable began calling out names and telling them where to begin their searches.
"Now that we are prepared, we have one last thing to do. Let us pray for those we lost."
The people fell silent mourning the dead. Then there was a wailing shriek that split the night skies, scaring the townspeople half to death. More screams followed, this time from the villagers themselves, as a wave of them scattered around the gallows trying to hide.
From the gates to the village a tall dark figure staggered forward at great speed, shrieking in abject fear as it raced towards the village square. The flickering torchlight played across the shadows revealing the visage of the very creature the villagers had been about to hunt down. Frankenstein's monster.
The villagers screamed as the seven foot tall creature charged past them, the Burgomaster and the constable flinched backwards as it pulled itself onto the gallows and everyone grew very confused as the creature crawled behind their legs and began to whimper in fear.
"I... I? What? What is going on here?" the shocked man questioned.
*THUD*
*THUD*
The impact of heavy feet sounded through the square, causing a hushed silence in the crowd.
*THUD*
It was coming closer.
*THUD*
And closer!
...
And then there was silence except for the creature moans of fear.
The wind blew gently through the town, the torches crackled merrily and a piece of paper rustled next to the Burgomeister's ear.
"What's everybody looking at?" whispered a female voice into his ear.
The Burgomaster jumped and almost peed himself when the voice addressed him, then he he turned to the female's voice to tell the girl off for surprising him. When he caught sight of the female, his scornful words died in his throat as he became very pale and pissed himself in fear.
Standing even taller than the creature, an orange reptilian eye stared down inquisitively at him set within an inhuman face of blue scales which covered its entire body from the top of her head to the tip of her long swaying tail. Feathers on top of her head rustled as she turned her attention completely to him and smiled. My God the teeth! Please don't let it eat me, the Burgomaster thought ideally noting the piece of paper she was holding in her clawed hand.
The whole village was silent as they stared, terrified, at this giant lizard that had appeared in their midst.
"So anyway," the lizard thing spoke. "I've been doing some traveling the past few days, this world is nice you know, I just came over the mountains back there and I had a blast snowboarding down from the peaks, so much so I went back up several times to do it again." Here the thing reached up to scratch the back of its head, looking quite contrite and sheepish. " Unfortunately, I got myself all turn around, so seeing the lights off in the distance I came this way hoping someone could give some directions."
Turning around the lizard pointed a clawed finger at the creature that was still trying to make itself as small as possible behind the constable. "I ran into this fella outside in the woods, and tried asking him where I was, but all I got out of him were grunts and growls before he tried wrapping his paws around my throat. It tickled. I then noticed the poor guy looked like he's been to the hospital recently, with all those stitches and sutures on him, I offered to take him to meet several doctors I know. They could easily take him apart and put him back together again brand new. But then he started screaming in my face, which was really quite rude by the way, and he took off into town when I smiled at him. sigh, I'll never understand you humans."
The lizard huffed in annoyance as the villagers held their collective breaths. It shook its head and turned her attention back to the frightened man in front of her.
"So enough about that," she ruffed the paper catching the Burgomaster's attention, "Can you point out where we're at on this map? I have an appointment in Norway in a few days and I want to get there early so I can sample their culture."
A very shaky finger pointed to their location.
"Thanks for that. I'll be on my way then, nice meeting you."
The lizard girl was beginning to move away when the constable called out. "Wait!"
Pausing, she turned to him, "Yes?"
"Young er... lady. You said you could get this lad here some help?" the constable asked, gesturing to the creature behind him.
"Of course. Quite easily in fact."
"Well... could you, take the creatu... I mean this young man with you? he has some very special needs and we, being such a small town so far away from anyone else, don't have the ability to... care for him. So if you could find it in your... heart to take him in. Maybe for the rest of his life? we would be most grateful."
The lizard girl tilted her head in thought for a moment before she grinned, exposing far too many sharp pointy teeth. "Sure. That's no problem. My friend Amy's been looking for a new lab assistant anyways. She has such bad luck with them, her last three ended up in sanitariums for reason. Anyways this guy looks sturdy enough, I'm sure he'll last for a few months."
Shortly afterwards, the lizard thing skipped out of the village, her gift for Amy slung over her shoulder, chained, gagged and wishing for a way to escape.
His wish was not granted.
The End.
Inspired From The Classics [Issue 2]
Taylor Swims With... The Gill-Man!
The dense green jungle was flush with life, birds singing to each other from high in the trees, animals calling warnings to each other from the darkness, the dense brush crinkling gently in the winds. Along the river the splashes of crocodiles frolicking in the water, patiently hunting for their next meal. The flora and fauna is quite beautiful along the banks of the rivers of the Amazon. Very peaceful... until the guns of man began to echo across the water.
If one were to follow a certain tributary off the Amazon River, through many twists and turns deep into the jungle, it would eventually lead one to a small landlocked lagoon. Local tribes of indigenous people tell tales of dark things that happen near those waters and that many who venture there are seldom seen again, so it gained the name of the Black Lagoon, an evil place of witchcraft to be avoided. Despite the tales, there are the adventurous fools who still travel these waters, like the American scientists on board a local fishing boat called The Rita.
They came here in search of ancient fossils, but were now trapped in the lagoon with some menace beneath the surface, that had blocked off the only exit from there and was pulling them under one by one.
"Does anyone see where that creature went?" called the blond male.
"No sign over here," a brown haired male told him. "Lucas, any damage to the hull?"
"No damage mister David," the grey bearded captain of ship said appearing on deck from a hatch. He peered over the prow of his ship studying the obstruction. "We're gonna need to be using the winch for this mess sirs. That monster be pretty strong to pull down a tree like no?"
"David, Mark," the ship's sole female aboard, Kay, called out to the men, "is there no other way out of here? That, thing, I can almost feel its eyes on me."
David shook his head, "I'm sorry dear, but we're stuck here until we can clear the channel."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Mark sneered, "Once we capture that thing..."
"Mark, you've seen how dangerous that creature can be," Kay reprimanded him, "It's already slashed our nets and has broken out of the hold for the brief time we had it unconscious, we are running low on supplies and more of us will die hear if we don't escape. Can't you see that?"
"All I see is the wasted opportunity of a lifetime," he rejoined bitterly.
"Mark, that's enough," David gripped Mark's arm to guide him away from Kay. "As soon as we clear this blockade, we are leaving whether you like it or not. Besides, you can come back next time with a fully equipped team, it will probably still be here."
Mark snarled, getting into David's face, "And what's to stop that thing from leaving this place? Nothing! That's what. We don't even have any evidence it even exists, we need to get it now."
"And how we gonna do that mister," Lucas calmly grinned at him, "Do you just expect the fish-man to just leap out of the water and fall into your lap." Lucas let out a bark of laughter, before an explosion of water had him swallow his words, as the fish-man flew out of the lagoon and into the ship's rigging before falling at his feet clearly unconscious.
Everyone on board was stunned, what had just happened they all wondered. Captain Lucas opened and closed his mouth several times, amusingly enough, like a fish, before calling out to the river gods, "It's not like a chest full of gold bullion will fly out of the lagoon and land at my feet?"
It was silent for several moments before Lucas turn to the others with a shrug, "Oh well, I had to try..."
There was another shower of liquid as a small wooden chest tumbled to a stop next to Lucas' feet. Swallowing with his suddenly dry throat, Lucas reached out a trembling hand to the chest.
"Careful Lucas, "David cautioned.
The Captain, with great care, unlatched and opened the lid. Inside was a bar of some sort of metal along with a note.
Dear Captain... And Friends,
We're sorry for the inconvenience that was brought to you by our pet here. We had accidentally misplaced a few specimens when we last passed through this place, of course back then it was slightly colder, and having recently visiting some thieving Norse men on a different dimension, decided to check in on a few places we may have left one of our tools and experiments. Ugh! Don't get me started on what some warlord did when he found one of our cookbooks in the middle of Europe or that whole kerfuffle down in Karnak.
Anyways, we've cleared the channel for you and took a moment to heal up your injured men, so we wish you a pleasant sail on friendly waters. Good luck.
Best wishes,
Saurial of The Family
P.S. We're taking gilly here back home to his proper fish tank, his owners been worried sick since he disappeared on her.
The startled crew of the good ship Rita, snapped around to look at where the fish-man had been, only to find him gone. The only clue was the very large reptilian footprint outlined in water on the deck.
Gulping, David carefully peered over the prow to find the tree locking them in was just gone, with no evidence it was there in the first place.
"Lucas," he called hoarsely, "Lucas, get... get the engine started and get us the hell out of here."
"You bet your ass mister!"
Very quickly, the little fishing boat was cruising back out into the Amazon river, leaving it's crew to breath a long awaited sigh of relief.
The End…
Inspired From The Classics [Issue 3]
Taylor Swings With... Kong!
Ann screamed as the giant thirty foot tall ape, called King Kong by the native population of Skull Island, reached it's great black furred hand towards her. The terrified young woman thought back to how she had gotten into this situation in the first place. From her failed bid into showbiz, to living between halfway houses across New York, almost giving into the temptation to start stealing food just so she didn't spend another cold night on the streets with an empty stomach. If she had known then what she would be experiencing now, she would have told that confidence man of a director, Carl Denham, exactly what he could do with his picture.
In her opinion, the only thing that was really worth it on this trip was meeting that handsome Mr. Driscoll.
Ann screamed again, as the meaty fist enclosed itself over her, curses overheard aboard the Venture from the very salty crew, ran through her mind as her arms felt like they were being pulled off at the socket as the giant ape pulled her away from where she was tied to the sacrificial altar. The bride of Kong, as the Captain had translated when the natives tried to barter for her like a piece of meat when they arrived on this Island in the middle of the Pacific, what a laugh. If only her parents were still alive to scold their fool of a daughter.
"Ann! Ann!" came a voice from the other side of the giant wall meant to keep Kong out of the village. "Hold on Ann, we're coming!"
She recognized that voice, "John, help me! Please help me!" she screamed even as gunfire echoed out from the village as the crew of the Venture stormed forward to the rescue.
"Ann!"
Kong growled, sensing a threat began to retreat into the jungles he was king of, all the while carrying Ann away from the village almost protectively, even as John Driscoll and the men from the ship breached the large swinging doors of the enclosure.
From there, the memories of the harrowing journey were but a blur to Ann. Her greatest moment of clarity was enough to make her think she was hallucinating, after almost getting eating by several animals that should be long since turned to motor oil. Who would honestly ever believe she was almost breakfast for a Tyrannosaurus Rex? They would throw her in the loony bin and toss away the key while they were at it.
At least when she wasn't being terrified of being the lunch of some creature that shouldn't exist, the scenery was very picturesque. From high up on the mountain she could easily watch the jungle below them all the way to the great wall around the village. She was sure she also spotted the lights from the ship just off shore. Of course, her moment of star gazing was somewhat ruined by the arrival of a hungry winged reptile. Her perfume, it had to be her perfume that was attracting all these beasts to a beauty like her. When... if she made it back to the big apple, she was definitely switching to a different brand of beauty products. Provided they were cheap enough anyway.
So when John Driscoll charged out of the dark and leaped off the cliff with her to a river far below while the giant ape was distracted by yet another fight, it was like a shock to system. Soon they were running through the jungle, desperate to reach the relative safety of the village wall and the boat beyond. Behind them, the roars of an infuriated god raged, as he began to chase them down, animal instinct guiding its purpose through the night.
"Hurry Ann! We're almost there!"
"John, John, I can't..." Ann's legs gave out beneath her just as they came within sight of the wall, despite nearing exhausting himself, John didn't hesitate to scoop the young woman up into his arms and stumble his way towards the gates.
They didn't get far as with a great roar of challenge, Kong burst from the jungle in a shower of splintered wood and earth, cutting them off from refuge.
Ann screamed as John stood defiantly before the beast. Kong bared his fangs and brought his mighty fist over his head to smash down on this puny thing before it. With another roar, Kong sent his fist crashing down towards John. John, in a futile effort to protect her, curled around Ann to try and shield her from the blow. Ann's scream was cut short by the massive impact of the giant apes fist.
"Samuel Leroy Jackson Kong Junior! Just what do you think you are doing young man."
John slowly relaxed from his crouch and opened his closed eyes to the shocking sight of a seven foot high lizard girl easily holding Kong's massive fist back with a single clawed hand, while looking quite annoyed.
"Well young man."
Kong flinched back like a child being chastised by a parent, and began to quickly grunt and growl what John had to assume was the language it used.
The lizard girl groaned, before running a hand, claw, paw? through her feather like hair, some of her frustration leaking through. "Da... Sam, Sammy you listen to me young man. How many times do we have to tell you that humans are not dress up dolls for you to play with?"
Kong started to enunciate his strange form of language once more, before the lizard thing cut him off. "No Sammy. I don't care if those nutty villagers placed something in your playpen here..."
John was horrified to think that this very dangerous island was considered a child's playpen for this beast.
" ...you know we taught you better than that. What are your parents going to think? Well?"
Kong seemed to shrink into himself and mumbled something that the lizard girl nodded back to.
"That's right. See, you can still have fun here without hurting anything important. Now why don't you be a good boy and head off to bed. It's been a long exciting day for you and young men need their sleep."
At her words, Kong nodded even as he gave a mighty yawn, before moving off back into the jungle canopy.
The lizard girl sighed once more before turning her attention back to the two astonished humans in front of her.
"I'm sorry about Sammy there, but you know how toddlers can be, getting themselves into everything," she rolled her eyes.
"Anyways my name is Saurial of The Family, have you heard of us? No. Not surprising really, we try our best not to announce our presence everywhere all willy-nilly. Now, what are your names?"
"Um, my name is John, John Driscoll and this is Ann... and I'm sorry but what are you?"
"Well it's nice to meet you John John Driscoll and This Isann. As for what I am, I already told you, I'm Family." Saurial smiled a toothy grin as she helped the two humans back into the village before going back into the jungle to continue her apesitting duties. Hopefully this time she would be paid in more than just over sized bananas for her troubles. The little tike was such a trouble maker.
The End.
Inspired From The Classics [Issue 4]
Taylor Unwinds With... Imhotep!
It was very late into the night, or perhaps very early into the morning when Saurial decided to take an unscheduled break from her walkabout through the Sahara desert and pay a visit to the Cairo Museum, after hearing about the latest exhibit of a recently unearthed Egyptian Princess. It was very odd to her the lack of pedestrians for several blocks around the museum, even for this time of night, but figured it to be a cultural thing. There were a lot of dead things in there and the locales worships their dead ancestors or something like that, she'd have to ask Lisa for a book on the subject.
Either way, this was a good as opportunity as she'd get for some time, so she skipped her way inside the building through the unlocked doors, funny that, you'd think with as important artifacts bound up in here, there would be better security. She caught the scent of a few people inside the place, but figured they might be the guards, so she left it alone for now as she explored the different exhibits.
Huh, how bout that, King Tut was killed in a vehicle accident, apparently he wasn't paying close enough attention to the road while he was yelling at the troops. You learn something new everyday it seems.
The screams of a frightened woman interrupted her pleasant stroll through the tombs of kings.
"Tsk," she hissed as she rolled her eyes, "it never fails. I want to enjoy myself, walk in on a murder. I want to deposit a check, there's a robbery. And social life. Ha! Don't get me started. Sigh, so goes the life of the responsible demon."
Saurial continued to grumble all the way to the other side of the museum, from whence the scream of distress had come. "I swear, if it's just another easily excitable male who spotted a rat..."
She giggled as she remembered that same thing happening when her father's employee, Mr. Zephyron, walked into a dark storage shed and turned on the lights. Of course it was less funny when the same thing happened when he was in one Vectura's construction mechs.
Brockton Bay needed that new orphanage anyways.
Still employing the Family's version of a stealth cloak, Saurial approached the room with Princess exhibit hearing more raised voices. A male one calling for a sacrifice, while a female called out to the goddess Isis to protect her. Curious, she moved into the room to watch the goings on, as a man in an ancient priest's garb, hand raised high with a ceremonial knife ready to strike, approached a woman who wasn't wearing a whole lot and was prostrated before an old statue.
The man had a crazed look in his eyes as he stepped closer to the woman muttering an ancient tongue under his breath.
Saurial frowned as she considered what options she could take to resolve the situation with minimal force. Her unseen grin grew as she came up with a plan. Standing within sight of the priest, but still being unseen by the young woman, Saurial acted as a wall between him and her, causing the priest to comically bounce off her hide and onto the floor. The knife he had been holding, skidded along the floor and under one of the displays.
The priest began cursing in ancient Egyptian as he picked himself off the floor. Funny enough, the scent of the grave was wafting heavily from the man and Saurial could hear no heart beat either.
As she contemplated this, Saurial's eyes narrowed as she spied a filthy stain of black grim being left behind whenever the priest made skin contact with a surface. This was definitely not right. She watched as the enraged man searched for his weapon all the while screaming about how he would resurrect his love from the past. Some people just don't know when to let it go. Hmm, let it go. You know what, after this she was going to go skiing somewhere in eastern Europe, that's a good plan. Oh look, the undead priest guy is trying to get past her. Isn't that cute.
Saurial reached out and lightly nudged the madman back unto the floor. She did this several times, until it got boring. The woman was still chanting for Isis to save her, causing Saurial to roll her eyes, was she ever this bad?
Oh look, the priest had found his butter knife and was charging at her. On a whim, Saurial let her invisibility slowly fall causing the man to come to a jarring halt as she smiled widely at him.
"No. No. No, it is not possible!" he screamed in de-nile (a-thank-you) stepping back quickly from her scaly visage. "You will not take me, Sebek!" he shrieked before spinning on his heel to run, only to blunder into spear head that was at just the right angle to pierce where his heart once beat.
The woman's chanting reached a crescendo as the un-dead priest's body quickly began to turn to ash.
Hearing the voices of two men storming towards the room, Saurial scooped up the ashes for later study before she left, making sure that the men wouldn't bring harm to the young woman.
Exploring the mountains sounded like fun, she'd better get moving.
The End…
Inspiration From The Classics [Issue 5]
Taylor Howls at The Moon With... The Wolf Man!
The dark clouds parted, allowing the light of the full moon to bath the black forests of Romania in silvery shadows. Wolf howls, which should be long extinct form the area, sundered the crisp air of the night, chilling men's souls.
Several murders had happened over the past few nights, ever since the traveling band of gypsy's had quickly and quietly left the area. When asked why they were leaving so soon, their only reply had been, 'the Curse of the Werewolf'. Of course the attitude of the modern man, scoffed and dismissed these accusations as pure folklore and poppycock.
This night, the woods are full to the brim as villagers search among them for a killer. One of the leaders of this unsavory activity was Sir John Talbot, who was still dealing with the recent loss of his eldest son and his recently returned youngest Larry Talbot who had seemed to have come down with an unknown sickness after claiming to have been bitten by a wolf, since his return from the Americas, leaving him in a delusional state.
Worried for his son, the elder Talbot had left him at home chained to his bed, so he would not, in his delusional state, stumble by accident into the hunting party, or worse, the killer they were after.
It didn't help that whispers of that old gypsy tale were beginning to spread across the village, it being the the focus of his poor son's nightmares.
"Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright."
"What was that you said, Sir John?" asked the young man walking along side him.
"Hmm? Oh, that was nothing, just musing on old wives tales," he quickly assured the young man. "Has there been any word from those traveling southward, Henry?"
"Not as of yet Sir. But there shouldn't be any more trouble, I reckon we've scared the blighter off."
"Yes, yes. Still I would rather be sure, take mister Thompson and check behind us. Don't worry I shan't wander too far."
"Yes sir," Henry calls as they backtrack over their trail.
The silence of the forest stretched for a few minutes after the men had left. In the silence Sir John continued to gather his thoughts, until he heard the whisper of wagon wheels on the wind and the sound of females voices. Sir John peered into the dark, trying to catch a glimpse of the wagon, it was the old gypsy woman, Maleva, who had also lost a son recently and was responsible for filling Larry's head with all that werewolf nonsense, he was sure of it. Another wolf howl interrupted his search, it was close. Sir John choked the silver wolf-head cane his son had given him as a gift closer to his body. It was the only weapon he had on him, how foolish of him to send those men off.
A scream split the night, a female scream, a very familiar female. "Gwen," Sir John whispered, the young woman his son had been sweet on for the past week. A vicious growl echoed around the dense wood as Sir John raced towards where the young woman was screaming from. Another howl, this one of victory, rose the hair on the back of Sir John's neck. There was a great clamor from just on the other side of those bushes ahead and an almighty thwack, as someone was forcibly slammed into the ground.
"Gwen!" Sir John exclaimed as he burst from the foliage and beheld a menacing beast standing over the unconscious body of the young woman, a clawed hand reaching for her neck.
"Gwen!" Sir John screamed once more, charging the beast, he raised his silver headed cane aloft. "Get away from her, you beast!" Sir John brought the cane down over and over again, screaming out his frustrations and pain as he sought to protect the young woman.
"Get back you devil!" as he slammed the cane into it for a final time, causing it to splinter and break. Now weaponless, the out of breath lord watched in horror as the beast before it rose up, like it had never even noticed the blows in the first place.
A cloud moved past the full moon, allowing it's light to shine down and give Sir John his first look at the beast he had attacked. It was definitely not a wolf.
Orange eyes glowed from behind darkened glasses set into a most saurian face, it's blue tinted scales almost seemed to blend into the night as the creature rose to its full height, well above Sir John's own head.
The creatures taloned hand reached forward towards a frozen Sir John's throat, he knew this was his end, but he would meet his death eyes open. Therefore he was quite surprised when all the creature did was use it's claws to gently shut his still gaping mouth, and then give him a small toothy grin, before a gentle voice came from its monstrous mouth, "You should be more careful, you'll catch flies in your mouth."
The creature turned back to the young woman, and now Sir John could see that this creature was applying bandages to several scratches Gwen had accumulated in her head long flight through the woods.
"Poor thing," it said, "I'd heal her fully, but I think I'll leave them as a reminder that one shouldn't run blindly into the woods at night. What do you think, is that a good idea?" she, and it was definitely a she, asked of the petrified male. It was all Sir John could do to give a small nod of his head.
The creature beamed at him. "Excellent! I told Lisa I was getting better at this social thing you humans put so much stock into." She then tilted her head to the other side of the clearing, where a horse drawn wagon, carrying the old gypsy woman had pulled a stop, as the spry old woman jumped down and made her way towards another figure on the ground that Sir John had failed to see in his earlier haste.
The figure had a shape of a man but covered in hair, fangs protruded from its extended muzzle, it's distorted hands and feet tipped with sharp claws.
Sir John found himself shocked into action, "A werewolf. It actually exists? But how?"
He watched as the giant lizard creature moved towards the werewolf, startling the old woman into moving away from the unmoving figure.
"Werewolf?" the creature questioned. "No such thing. Poor guy is just suffering from the symptoms of Hypertrichosis. And a little bit of dementia, probably. Either way, I know some Family that can help him out, so I'll take him home with me."
The excited yells of the hunters coming nearer and the baying of their hounds drew the attention of Sir John and the old woman away from the lizard creature for a moment. When they looked back, it had the werewolf over her shoulder and was leaning Sir John's repaired cane against the old woman's wagon, before starting to stroll away.
"Thy way thou walked t'was thorny, through no fault of thou own. But as rains enters soil, rivers enter the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Thou suffering is over. Now thou shall find peace."
Like a wavering heat, the fur peeled back from the things maw, to reveal the handsome face of Sir John's son, Larry Talbot.
"Where," asked the old woman astonished that someone not of her line, knew gypsy lore, "Where did you learn that phrase?"
"I like to read a lot," the scaly beast stated before disappearing into the mists with Sir John's son.
The End...