Scaring the Guards

8. The Spanish Inquisition

To summarize what happened previously: our horrory trio got their asses kicked by the Ratman, but the rodent then got blown up by a ghost. Unfortunately, Mummy accidentally mentioned the Spanish Inquisition, and when in London, one does not mention the Spanish Inquisition without consequence.

"NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!!" the head cardinal yelled. "OUR MAIN WEAPON IS SURPRISE!!! SURPRISE AND..."

Mummy spat a scarab in the cardinal's mouth and then shot out a wrapping to grab his machine gun. Another cardinal kicked him in the stomach though and Mummy coughed up a flood of locusts at he fell to the floor. Ghost used the commotion to slip back into the vents while Dragon burned one of the catholics to a blackened crisp. Zombie grabbed yet another cardinal and dragged him off into a dark corner where she ate him up and collected his bones. 

In the meantime, a sinister figure made his way to the (now immobilized) subway train, grinning evilishly as his entered unnoticed by anyone. As everyone on the train was too busy beating each other up, Count Dracula observed silently and unnoticed to see who would win.

Mummy turned into a tornado of flaming razorshards which tore through the cardinals with contemptuous ease, while Zombie harried the bloodied survivors with bone grenades, before both climbed on Dragon's back and the horrory trio crashed from the train, hurrying through the tunnel.

The five surviving cardinals got up painfully, muttering unholy incantations as they dusted off their torn robes.

"Weak mortals..." they heard a shrill voice say, "even with overwhelming numbers you could not stand against three upstart monsters. You have no use to me now, fit only to stave off my thirst!"

Dracula sprang from the corner with an earsplitting shriek that caused the cardinals to panic. The vampire quickly incapacitated them before drinking them dry within seconds. He then exited the carriage and shifted into batform as he continued his pursuit of our villainy friends.

As the leathery flapping of batwings died away in the darkness of the Underground, Ghost manifested himself in the train, looking at the carnage inside. That vampire had completely ruined his train; repair crews would find his hideout. With a sad sigh he concluded that he was once again homeless.

With a glass shattering shriek, Ghost floated from the remains of the subway car and whooshed away in pursuit of Dracula.