Emily gaped at her unexpected guests. They were the strangest looking monsters she had ever seen. (Not that she had met a lot of monsters before.)
The vampire was dressed in black and red. His outfit looked like something Emily’s karate teacher would wear. To top it off, two swords were strapped to his back.
A Frankenstein monster towered beside the vampire. The huge creature had to bend down just to fit in the room. He held a big, wooden club in his hands, and he wore a karate outfit too, except his was mostly green.
The smallest of the three was a mummy. Emily could tell from her long, red hair (which stuck out of her white, bandaged head) that she was a girl. She wore a gadget belt not much different than a Super Spy’s.
“Who are you?” Emily exclaimed. “And what are you doing here?”
It was the vampire who spoke. “You’ve made a terrible mistake. We’ve come to help you fix it.”
“A mistake?” replied Emily. “What mistake?”
The vampire smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. “From the guilty look on your face, I’d say you already know.”
“He means,” said the mummy, “you helped capture our friend, the werewolf.”
That was all Emily needed to hear. They were mad at her, and they had probably come to take her. They would try to trade her for their monstrous mate. The Super Spy knew she needed to get away, but the three monsters were blocking the door. She was trapped.
“He attacked me,” Emily protested.
“I doubt that,” said the mummy. “He’s one of the good guys. We all are. We’re called the Monster Ninjas.”
I was right, thought Emily. The werewolf is a hero. He came back to save me. Yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder if the monsters were lying.
“So the werewolf isn’t dangerous,” she replied. “Are you saying Agent Vance made a mistake?”
“No,” the vampire corrected. “Agent Vance didn’t make any mistake. He caught who he wanted to catch.”
Emily shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Sure it does,” said the vampire. “You see, Agent Vance is not one of the good guys.”
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