by John Pirillo
Tesla and Edison were as horrified as Madame Curie by what they had seen.
"This way!" Tesla gestured to his comrades, but not before he sound a general alarm through the building, which would warn his employees to head for the shelters he and Edison had supplied them in case of such an event as this.
They flung open their office door and took off at a run towards an elevator at the end. They scrambled inside. Einstein the last to enter. As the doors were about to close he looked at Tesla. "My pipe!"
He ran back to their office as the sound of chaos grew in the background. At the opposite end of the corridor a stairwell door banged open and a horde of zombies influxed, wielding every kind of imaginable weapon with Einstein running as if his life depended on it, which it did, and they on his heels. It was going to be close.
Tesla could wait no more. He pressed the close button. Einstein leaped inside just before the doors shut and the horde caught up to him and they trapped inside the elevator. As it ascended, they heard pounding on the outer doors.
"Isn't this the wrong way?" Madame Curie asked, frightened by the turn of events and what they were doing.
"Not at all." Edison answered mysteriously.
Einstein and Madame Curie exchanged glances, and then waited for the elevator to stop. It finally did and the doors opened on the rooftop, where a large shed stood.
Tesla and Edison ran for the shed, flung its doors open, then pressed several levers and the sides and top of the shed flung away safely, leaving a strange dirigible device hovering several feet off the ground.
Edison turned around as Madame Curie came up and offered a hand. "Your taxi awaits you, Madame."
She took his hand and nervously climbed into the narrow cabin that was available to them. "I don't like heights or small places." She complained.
After everyone had climbed inside, Edison went to the front where he grabbed hold of an aerial wheel with levers for up, down, right and left and accelerate and decelerate. He thrust one lever and they began to go upwards. He depressed another and they shot forward. Not a moment too soon as the Mummy creature reached the rooftop, its weapon ready to destroy them, but too late. They hurtled past its shape and then flung a hard right, causing its passengers to smash into each other and the small compartment walls as the dirigible avoided a blast of energies from the creature.
Then the dirigible shot down into the street level and began winging between buildings, effectively hiding it from the death rays of the Mummy creature.
"What about all those poor people that work for you?" Einstein asked, still holding his pipe in his hands.
Tesla smiled. "Not even a death ray could destroy where they are hidden. And no device could ever discover them."
"How is that possible?" Madame Curie asked. "We don't know the powers of these creatures, do we?"
"Not yet. But neither do they...know ours." Edison replied smugly.
"Look out!" Madame Curie cried out.
Edison turned to look just as the aerial craft hurtled dead on at something vast rising from broken concrete below, its shape vaguely saucer shaped and glowing a deadly rose and red color, which cast a hideous, snarling presence to it. A large snake like tentacle with a glowing green and red eye on it lit up and fired a beam of immense power and destruction.
Several dozen yards along the docks of the Thames four heads bobbed into view. That of Holmes, Watson, the Inspector and Constable Evans. Constable Evans had his arm about the Inspector's upper body, supporting him as they stroked for the opposite side of the Thames. They had stayed underwater as long as possible, to avoid any possibility of the Mummy Creature attacking them while they were helpless.
Watson and Sherlock swam to the left and right of the Constable.
They looked battle fatigued and exhausted as they reached the far shore, which was just to the right of the London Bridge and its great towering supports. Watson and Sherlock rose first and reached back to give the Constable a hand as he tried to drag the dead weight of the Inspector, whose head had a huge cut and bruise forming on it.
They laid the Inspector down, and then looked across the Thames, where fires raged out of control. "It was a trap." Watson remarked.
"Yes. And our trap was obviously reversed into a trap for us as well." Sherlock said.
The Constable looked to them. He remained close to the Inspector, shielding him from the cold wind that was blustering stronger and stronger about them.
"I wonder what other surprises our Mummy has for us." Sherlock pondered out loud.
Watson spat into the surging waters nearby. "Too many, I suspect."
"It looks like a war zone, Mister Holmes." The Constable pointed out.
"Yes. It does." Sherlock replied. "But one I think we can still stem if we move quickly." He turned to Watson. "Watson, you must get hold of the Count and Langdon. I want them to find the Captain as soon as possible. I suspect that only the power of his mighty vessel stands between us and a holocaust soon."
Watson nodded. He began up the embankment, and then turned back. "What shall I tell the others?"
"The truth. That our mummy is but one of many."
Watson gave him a puzzled look. "But we saw it die!"
Sherlock frowned a moment, then gave a vague smirk. "We saw something die."
With those puzzling words still hanging in the air, Watson scurried up the rough embankment to the snowy grass above, then the street, where he hoped to find a ride as swiftly as possible.
"Come now, Constable. We have an Inspector to get to a hospital."
Sherlock and the Constable lifted the Inspector and began making their way up the embankment, even as a huge blaze of energies scarred the skies on the opposite side of the Thames. They both stopped a moment to look back, uncertain what to expect, then the blaze vanished, leaving only the blustery winter skies once more.