Description: The pale, gaunt man could no longer stand. A guard held him up by his armpits. The front of the pale man's suit was splattered with blood. A hooded figure, shrouded in darkness, leaned in close to the man. "Where. ISSSSS. IT?!" The hooded figure's voice boomed. "I will not ask again." The pale man's words came out as a mumble. "It's somewhere safe." His teeth were stained with blood. "I can assure you of that." "Safe? Soon nowhere will be safe," the hooded figure hissed. Black spittle shot out from the hood. "It's just a matter of time. Still, I would rather not wait." He leaned in closer. "Tell me where it is . . . and it would be best if you answered my question this time. You should be very afraid indeed if you force me to ask again." "Show me your face," said the man calmly. "Then perhaps I shall answer your question." The hooded figure pulled away and clutched his hood closer around his head. "Who I am is of no consequence to you," he said, his voice growing loud with anger. "It seems I'm not the only one suffering from fear," said the man. He laughed through his pain, showering blood deep into the hood of the figure. "THE PENDANT!" yelled the hooded figure, his voice echoing around the massive throne room. "It shall be mine-no matter how hard you protest. I shall find a way into that feeble mind of yours and extract the answer. Where is the real pendant?" The hooded figure held up a pendant, waving it in front of the pale, gaunt man's face. "How dare you try to trick me with thisfraud!" He then crushed the bloodstone like a corn puff from a sugary breakfast cereal. It turned to powder with a CRUNCH. "How dare I?!" asked the man, still laughing. "I would have been insane to hold on to the power once I realized you sought it. Oh no, I put it somewhere you would never, EVER think to look, you insane, broken creature. How dare you? What are you of all people going to do with all eight pendants? You haven't the strength in you, Cord-" The hooded figure cut off the pale, gaunt man with a gloved fist to his stomach. "OOOOOOF!" The man fell to the floor in pain, too out of breath to scream. The guard leaned down to pick him up, but the hooded figure waved him away. "Never speak that name here," hissed the hooded figure. When the man got his strength back, he stared into the terrible red eyes of the hooded figure, spat a wad of blood on the floor, and laughed so hard that dust began to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. "So it is you!" said the man. "Ha-ha-ha!" "ENOUGH! Another kiss from my latest creation will dry up your laughter and loosen your tongue," said the hooded figure. "Oh yes, it shall break your spirit . . ." He clapped his hands together. The guards at the door backed away slightly as a small man in a white laboratory coat pushed a large tank into the room. Dark water sloshed around, spilling out of the tank. The man calmly watched as the tank approached. The hooded figure pulled a slimy black serpent out of the tank and slowly brought it toward the mouth of the man. The serpent crackled slightly with a pulse of electricity as it came closer. "Not quite yet, my sweet zapeel," the hooded figure cooed. "Be patient." Two guards moved to the man, one on either side. One lifted him up, and the other grabbed his mouth, forcing it open. "Argggglllll," gurgled the pale man, more blood oozing down his chin. He was trying desperately to pull his tongue deeper into his mouth. The mouth of the serpent opened to reveal sharklike rows of teeth. The hooded figure leaned in and latched the disgusting creature onto the pale man's tongue. "AAAAABLLLLLRRRRSHHHH," the pale man screamed. The hooded figure let go of the zapeel and backed away. A jolt of electricity zapped through the writhing black creature into the pale man's mouth. The door to the throne room flew in with a BOOM, startling the slimy black serpent, which fell to the floor with a FLAP. "Master," said another guard as he rushed in. "We've heard reports-" "HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME?" yelled the hooded figure. "I have almost broken him!" "I'm so sorry, Master," the guard said, bowing, his voice shaking with fear. "Once I tell you the news, I'm sure you'll understand." "Well, speak, you idiot, speak!" the hooded figure said. He picked up the zapeel and held it over the tank. It angrily flopped into the water with a SPLASH. "Don't worry, my pretty," said the hooded figure, leaning in and tapping the glass lovingly. "You can feast on this fool if his story is not worthy of this interruption." "A ship has crash-landed a mile from here, in the Gorgon Rift," the guard finally spit out. "Has it now . . . ," said the hooded figure, turning to the man. "Looks like this new development has spared your pitiful life . . . for now." He moved his fiery glare back to the guard. "And you will live to disappoint me another day. Send the Andromedans to greet our newest guests." The guard ran out as quickly as he could. "Meanwhile," the hooded figure said, motioning to another guard, "the Director here is doing a better job of holding his tongue than I thought. He's going to need a few more sessions with the splurtsar and its delicious truth serum. Fetch Murray." "Murray?" asked the guard, confused. "The mummy! Now, be quick!" As the guard ran out, he said, "Murray's just not a mummy's name . . ." The pale, gaunt man snickered. The huge iron ship lurched-Frederick, the old green patchwork monster, was straining as he used the electricity that gave him life to power the engines. Slowly the ship lifted toward the hole in the ceiling of the massive cave. The giant wooden steering wheel spun out of control, knocking me back. It looked like something you'd see on an old pirate ship. "Come on, guys, help me steer," I yelled as I scrambled back to my feet. "If we can't get above ground, we're totally toast!" Grigore the vampire and Gordon ran over, and we grabbed the wheel as hard as we could together. "To. The. Right," I said through gritted teeth. Grigore and Gordon grunted along with me as we slowly turned the wheel to the right. It shook so hard in our hands that my body was vibrating. "My teeth hurt," yelled Gordon, his bulging muscles straining the sleeves of his Rio Vista Middle School Athletics T-shirt. "It's like I ate too much sugar on a freezing cold day." CHATTER CHATTER CHATTER! Shane and Roy, the Bigfoot, ran over to help us. "We're not gonna make it," wheezed Ben, staring bug-eyed out the cracked window. He took a giant hit off his asthma inhaler. "The ship's gaining speed, and we're about to hit the ceiling." The other monsters huddled together for safety, grabbing on to anything that looked like it wouldn't fall off the ancient rocket ship. I pressed all my weight against the wheel. "As hard as you can, guys," I yelled. "PUUUUUUUUSHHHHH!" The zombies stared blankly as we struggled with the wheel. SCRAAAAAAPE! The nose of the rocket dragged along the craggy, rocky ceiling, making even more cracks in the window. Everything vibrated and shook. It seemed unlikely that the rusty old rocket would hold together much longer. Then suddenly, the shaking stopped and the ship lunged forward, knocking us all to the floor. We were out of the cave! Once we lifted above the earth, the sounds of the engine quieted to a level just below mind-numbing. Then we started to accelerate. "Aw yeah!" yelled Shane. "We did it." There were cheers throughout the bridge. He lifted his hand off the wheel to give me a high five. "Um, not a good time," I said. "Oh right, we should probably keep our hands on the wheel," said Shane. The ship really picked up speed when we hit the clouds. It felt like we were being pulled into the floor of the bridge, then- BOOM! -we hit turbulence and bounced off the wheel, sliding in all different directions. "We've got to keep the rocket going straight," I yelled. "Otherwise, we're never going to make it." I struggled to my feet for a moment, but was forced down onto all fours by the insane g-forces. I crawled over to the wheel on my belly. Roy struggled to stop himself, but the hairy monster couldn't keep from sliding farther away. "My fur!" he yelled. "Too slippery!" I had to roll to the side to make sure the Bigfoot didn't crash into me as he slid across the floor. "The ship's at the wrong angle! I think we're heading back down," I yelled as I tried to grab ahold of Roy. There was no way we could keep the ship on the right course without the burly Bigfoot to help us steer. Even Grigore wasn't that strong.

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