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Peter gasped and stiffened up against the board. After a few seconds, Doctor Mendoza withdrew his mouth from Peter's neck and stepped back. He had a slightly distastefully look on his face as he looked at Peter.
"What are you doing?" Micky shouted, horrified.
"Your friend is now going to be one of the undead." Dr. Mendoza replied, still looking at Peter and wiping Peter's blood off his lips. "Soon he will be a Vampire, perhaps I'll adopt him as my own son, to replace the one I have lost." The evil doctor then wiped his mouth again and swallowed a few times. Peter was staring straight ahead, breathing heavily through his mouth.
"Is something wrong, father?" Nadia asked.
"No, daughter." Dr. Mendoza replied, finally looking away from Peter. "It's just that it's been a long time since I drank." He shook his head as if to clear it, then looked over at Micky, "Let's now begin our work on this one."
"Are you going to turn me into a Vampire?" Micky asked.
"No young man." Dr. Mendoza said, walking over to him, "You are going to become a Monkey not only in name but in fact as well."
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Meanwhile, Mike was still trying to absorb what he had just learned about Boris, that Boris was really Dr. Mendoza's son. Carefully, Mike put the picture back on the shelf and turned to Boris.
"I didn't know, Boris." Mike said slowly, "None of us knew. Your father laughed and said you were his `flesh and blood' but insisted later that you were a machine."
"I am both." Boris growled, his words slow and deep, "He...made me into a machine. Stop my growth, make me...perfect. I was already dying. He should have let me die."
"I don't understand." Mike said.
"Of course not!" Boris shouted. "No one understands!" He shoved Mike to the floor once again.
Boris growled as he struggled to find the right words for a moment.
"I was sick...not good enough for him." He said. "The operations!" Boris cried out, putting his hands to his face.
Mike slowly got to his feet once again as he realized the horror Dr. Mendoza had put his son through. What kind of man would turn his own son into a machine?
Boris turned to Mike, "He tried to use me! Make money!" He pointed a finger at Mike, "You…your friends helped my father!"
"We didn't know what your father had planned!" Mike exclaimed, not liking this turn in the conversation, "He hired me and my friends to teach you rock and roll, then later tried to steal our musical abilities!"
But Boris's rage had built up and he wasn't about to listen to reason.
"You and your friends helped my father! You want to help him again!" Boris shouted, advancing on Mike.
"Boris listen!" Mike pleaded, "Your father hurt us too, and he's trying to do it again! Please help me rescue my friends! I'll make sure you're never exploited by anyone!"
By now, Boris's face had contorted with rage. He growled and raised his arms to grab Mike. Thinking quickly, Mike dodged Boris's arms, and then knocked the table over. The lantern hit the floor and shattered, and the flames and oil immediately set the tablecloth on fire at Boris's feet.
Boris howled as he stamped out the fire. Since the only way to the outside was blocked by Boris, Mike turned and ran further into the cave. Looking around frantically, Mike spotted a curtain across a hole in the wall. Hoping it was a way out, Mike leaped through it just as Boris put out the fire.
Within a few feet, there were rough-hewn steps that led upward and Mike quickly climbed up. He realized that he was heading back into the castle, but with Boris right behind him he had no choice.
Behind him, Mike heard the curtain being ripped apart and knew Boris was coming after him. After what seemed like an eternity climbing up and around in total darkness, the steps ended at a doorway. With the last of his strength Mike pushed the door open and found himself in one of the rooms Boris had taken him through earlier.
Blinking in the sudden brightness, Mike slammed the door shut and locked it. He then finally paused and gave himself time to let his eyes adjust to the room.
This room had several empty cages stacked along the walls. Mike didn't want to think about what sort of creatures those cages might've held. He began to run across the room to the opposite door when he noticed something lying in one of the cages, something that hadn't been there before.
It was a figure wearing a blue shirt and gray pants. Mike realized who it was instantly.
"Davy!" Mike shouted, dashing over to the cage. Mike knelt down and reached through the bars to shake Davy's arm.
"Davy wake up, are you alright?" Mike asked.
Just then, there was a heavy pounding noise against the door Mike had just come through. Boris had obviously arrived. Mike glanced at the door, then looked back at Davy.
"Davy please, wake up! I'll get you out of there!" Mike begged.
The wolf in the cage next to Davy let out a low growl.
Finally, Davy stirred and lifted his head toward Mike. The Texan shrank back as the face that greeted him was not Davy's, but of a werewolf! Davy's face was hairy and he had green eyes.
"Oh my...Davy what did he do to you?" Mike breathed.
The door behind Mike began to crack under Boris's pounding. Davy growled and swiped at Mike with a hairy hand. Mike moved back and looked again at the door that was just barely holding onto its hinges.
"I'll find a way to get you back to normal, Davy. I promise." Mike said.
Boris's fist smashed through the door and tried to reach for the lock. Mike got up and ran through the opposite door as Boris came crashing though the other one.
Mike ran along a dizzying amount of passageways and rooms, always making sure to lock the door behind him. Just when Mike thought he couldn't go any further, he once again entered Dr. Mendoza's laboratory.
The place seemed to be deserted, then Mike noticed Peter still strapped to the board.
"Peter, am I glad to see you!" Mike exclaimed, rushing over to him, "At least that crazy doc didn't hurt you yet." Mike began to loosen the straps around Peter's arms, waist and ankles. "Davy's been turned into some sort of werewolf, and I found out Frankie's around and he's actually Boris, Mendoza's son." Mike finished undoing the straps and Peter stepped down from the board.
"Do you know where Micky is?" Mike asked Peter, but Peter didn't answer, he just stared straight ahead.
"Peter, are you alright?" Mike asked, concerned.
Peter then looked at Mike and smiled. Mike then saw the fangs in Peter's mouth and his red eyes.
"Peter what happened to you?" Mike asked, taking a step back.
"My master has turned him into one of the undead." A voice answered from behind Mike.
Mike spun around to see none other than Groot standing there, a smile on his face.
"And now I will turn you into one of the dead." Groot continued, taking his knife out of his belt sheath.
Mike made to run, but Peter grabbed Mike from behind and held him in an iron grip. Mike struggled to get free, but he couldn't move as Groot came at him once again...
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