Chapter 6: Turning the Tables
(Later that Daytime…)
All the monsters within the hotel, including Mavis, had gone to sleep for the day, to avoid the sunlight. Only Dracula & Michael were still awake… and still arguing…
"You were just lucky that time, if the sun hadn't come up, you'd be gone by now, but you just don't get it, bad things are coming your way." Dracula said sternly at Michael, who still gave unamused looks, like he was still not scared or cared…
"I need to get all my thoughts together." Dracula panted, before calming down. "Ok, you all see these tables, you can spend the entire day, pulling them out and placing them, Party Planner."
"Whatever, it's better than sitting in a cell doing nothing, I wouldn't be surprised if that's what Mavis feels here…" Michael replied in more unamused tones…
As Dracula sorted his hair, he was soon getting annoyed and irritated by the sound of silence, thinking Michael wasn't doing anything…
"Alright Michael, stop playing…" Dracula said with irritation, which instantly turned into shock, as his face dropped as he saw Michael holding one of the tables up in the air with his arms… as far as Dracula knew, he had never known or encountered any human that was capable to that or greater…
"How are you even able to that?! As much as that's impressive, that's not how you place them out!" Dracula said with an escalated tone.
"Well, why don't you tell me how, or even show how to?" Michael replied, in a tone that started to sound aggressive…
"Then put table 57 down, and I'll show you." Dracula said in a similar tone, as Michael then complied, putting the table down gently, without his rage trying to make him smash it on the floor…
"Good, Ok, Table 57, please move to position 23." Dracula said, as he clapped his hands, before the table that Michael put down, suddenly had a face appear on it, and moved to another part of the hall by itself…
Michael tilted his head curiously again, before silently walking around, looking & counting at the other tables…
"17 to 48, 16 to 47, 19 to 50… 29 to 35, 42 to 18, 10 to 44…" Dracula said, telling which tables and to move and go where…
"36, up!" Michael said, as the table showed a shocked face, before it floated into the air above him, as he gazed in concern and wonder, tilting his head to do so, before Dracula turned around to see…
"31 to 19!" Dracula called, as another table flew into the table Michael commanded, hitting it, before it crash-landed on Michael, as Dracula gave a chuckle…
Michael then aggressively got the table off him, before sitting up again, and looking at Dracula with a vengeful look in his eyes…
"24, up!" Michael called, as another table rose into the air…
"7 to 25, 14 to 30…" Dracula continued rearranging the other tables…
"24 to 78!" Michael called, as his table flew and landed, nearly on Dracula, who dodged the move, before looking at Michael at first with a stern look, then a sinisterly cheeky look of payback on him…
"97 to 24!" Dracula called, as another rose and flew for Michael… but before it landed on him, Michael disappeared, leaving Dracula in shock… to him, no human could disappear like nothing like that, as far as he knew…
"81 to 78!" Michael called, as Dracula dodged his table, while seeing Michael, standing the other side of the hall, with his arms crossed, with a look of amusement in his eyes through his mask…
(Meanwhile…)
Quasimodo and Esmeralda had again picked up the human scent she smelt on Michael, and were both now sniffing along the ground, coming up to where Michael & Dracula were… before peering through the doors, seeing Michael & Dracula competing with the tables…
"Human Pot-Pie…" Quasimodo slurped sinisterly, as he and Esmerelda locked their eyes onto Michael…
Michael & Dracula kept on trying to land tables on each other… that is until Dracula noticed something after Michael disappeared, dodging a table…
"Michael?" Dracula said in confusion, before looking around the hall for him… until he noticed some very familiar footprints… "Quasimodo!"
Dracula then zoomed down numerous halls within the hotel, knocking down serval zombies and witches with his immense speed in the process… until he nearly ran into Mavis…
"Mavis? Why are you still up? The Sun is out, it could kill you my honey guts." Dracula asked in concern and worry…
"I couldn't sleep dad; do you know where Michael went?" Mavis asked in wonder.
"Uh… I don't know, he… Why do you want to know?" Dracula replied, nearly exposing everything, before dashing back at his daughter, wanting to know her concerns for the 'Human'…
"Oh… Uh…" Mavis gasped nervously, embarrassed on what to say…
"Do you like him?" Dracula asked in concern…
"What?! No, come on dad, he's so weird and awkward, it's like are you an idiot, or do you know you're adorable." Mavis joked, trying to cover her true feeling towards Michael, but Dracula could tell his daughter was in love with a human…
"Uh… Hold that…" Dracula said, before dashing to a suit or knight armour… "Do you have a location on Quasimodo & Michael?"
"Yes sir, they're heading through the lobby, towards the kitchen." The suit of armour replied in attention, as they could see Quasimodo dragging a knocked-out Michael through the lobby towards the kitchen…
"I need them stopped immediately, is that clear?" Dracula commanded clearly.
"Yes quite, we are on it." The suit of armour obeyed, as several others tried to stop Quasimodo from getting Michael to the kitchen…
All the suits of armour swung and tried using their spears and axes to stop Quasimodo, who dodged their attacks, despite Michael's heavy body, who Quasimodo had knocked out with a frying pan…
"What is the meaning of this? Let me pass!" Quasimodo demanded, after his path to the kitchen was blocked by the suits of armour and their weapons…
"Quasimodo Wilson, you are coming with us!" One of the suits blocking the way said, before Quasimodo kicked him in groin armour plate, causing the armour to drop in pain… "Ow… Why did that hurt me?"
Quasimodo then dropped Michael, before jumping up into scaffolding, combating against the suits of amour, as well as the gourmet staff, at first dodging their attempts to capture him, before eventually using the suits of armour as weapons against the gourmet staff, knocking the suits heads off, and using them to knock down the flying gourmet staff…
As the all-on-one fight continued, Michael was staring to regain consciousness, and tried to sit up… before an armored head fell on his head, knocking him out again… once Quasimodo had defeated them all, he then continued to drag Michael down into the kitchen…
(Meanwhile…)
Dracula & Mavis were still talking about her feeling for Michael, as well as how Dracula was when he met Mavis's mother… during the conversation, Dracula was trying to pull Mavis's interests away from Michael, even reminding her of somethings she'd said about love as a child… But Mavis was still curious, being a teenage vampire after all…
"Sir, He made it into the kitchen." The suit of armour said, as he barged through the doors.
"He what?! What do I pay you for?!" Dracula said sternly, knowing Quasimodo could expose Michael, before taking off to reluctantly save him, while keeping everything hidden from Mavis again… "I'm sorry honey, I need to go…"
"He doesn't pay me…" The suit of amour told mavis, before quickly following Dracula…
Dracula quickly transformed into his bat form, before flying through the lobby, and down towards the kitchen…
(In the Kitchen…)
Quasimodo had tied up Michael, and was now constantly turning him over a fire, trying to cook Michael alive, like a kebab…
As Michael regained consciousness, he then saw and realized what was going on, as he tried to free himself… just as Dracula barged through the kitchen doors…
"Bonjour Dracula…" Quasimodo greeted Dracula, as Dracula quickly flew into the kitchen to free Michael…
"Shut your hum-hole!" Dracula said, as he put the fire out with his cape, and tore Michael free from the ropes tying him up over the fire…
"Now you are helping him, what is it with you and this human?" Quasimodo asked in shock and concern, as he hung from a chain, as Dracula tried to leave with Michael, as he got between Michael & Quasimodo.
"He is not Human, HE'S THE BOOGEYMAN!" Dracula sternly replied to Quasimodo.
Michael just stared blankly at Quasimodo, and breathing heavily, before tilting his head, left to right. Once again…
"Err… Michael, are you ok?" Dracula asked in concern, and fear, seeing Michael's creepy behavior returning from earlier…
"I've never seen a human stare, breath, or even move like that before in my life…" Quasimodo said with fear, as he stared into the black eye holes of Michael's mask…
Esmerelda then squeaked, as Michael then slowly turned his attention to the mouse, before tilting his head, left to right and back once more, before slowly walking towards the mouse, giving her a spooked look, before she scuttled off, squeaking in fright…
As Michael looked at the mouse ran off, Quasimodo then began swinging around on the chains from the roof, screaming that Dracula had brought some kind of creepy human… Before Dracula used his powers to freeze Quasimodo, before quickly leaving, with Michael slowly following…
"Esmerelda, help me…" Quasimodo muffled…
Just then, one of the gourmets came in, looked around, before grabbing Quasimodo's finger pointing right hand, and shoving it up his nose, before walking away…
(Meanwhile, at an unknown location…)
In his office, Dr Wynn was listening to a tape recorder, replaying recordings of speeches from Dr Samuel Loomis…
"Dr Samuel Loomis, January 22nd, 1995, do you wish to give a final statement regarding your Patient: Michael Myers?"
"My Suggestion is Termination… Death is only solution for Michael… There's nothing to be gained from Evil alive… A shot of Sodium Thiopental, would render him unconscious, I'll be with him, to make sure his life is extinguished… My ear on his chest to hear for my myself, that his vitals no longer function, and immediately incinerate the body… It needs to Die… IT NEEDS TO DIE!" The Tape recorder replayed, before Wynn stopped the replay…
"Loomis, you fool… You were honestly bent on wasting a such powerful resource? A resource that could be our chance of helping humans overcome monsters, you never have and never will know the truth of what I can do with Michael…" Wynn sinisterly replied to the recording of his deceased colleague from Smith's Grove…
Just then, the office door knocked…
"Come in!" Wynn called, as Carpenter came in… "What is it Carpenter?"
"Dr Wynn, we have some more news regarding Michael Myers. Some witnesses claimed to have seen a figure in Michael's attire, walking through a nearby town, before disappearing into the nearby woodlands. Several of my men also claimed to have run into some Monstrous activities while searching the area, but some even claimed to have seen a strange castle like structure, hidden far into the woods…" Carpenter replied.
"Excellent Work Carpenter, prepare your men to engage the area, If Michael is to appear, his is to be captured and brought back here, Understood?" Wynn commanded.
"Yes Sir!" Carpenter replied, before leaving.
"Finally… I have you now Michael…" Wynn sinisterly said, with an evil grin…
As Carpenter walked to prepare his men to seek and capture Michael, nearby, hiding in another room, was Dr Ranbir Sartain, who had been secretly hearing everything between Carpenter and Wynn, as he secretly prepped his pen, with a hidden blade in it…
TO BE CONTINUED…