The Mummy’s Curse and other Monster Tales Chapter 6; Now you see me, now you don’t
Title: The Mummy’s Curse and other Monster Tales Chapter 6; Now you see me, now you don’t
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: classic Hollywood Monsters
Pairings: Yoosu, Yunjae
Other characters: members of Ukiss, Super Junior, Block B,VIXX, Big Bang, K Drama celebrities
Rating: This chapter G
Length: chaptered; chapter 6
A/N : Dealing with a bad head cold, so hopefully this won’t suck.
He held the newspaper in his hand; bold headlines catching his attention.
“Invisible Man strikes again; no one is safe from the thief who can’t be seen.”
Lee Kiseop had been following the trail of the Invisible Man for days. He had managed to put together a general idea as to the territory the thief called his home. He was narrowing in on the elusive burglar and was close to determining where he would strike next. The problem of contacting the thief without alarming him still remained. Little did Kiseop know that his search for the unseen rogue did not go unnoticed. His daily treks through the city had caught the eye of more than one observant party.
Kiseop took a break from his usual routine and stopped in to a local pub for a drink. He put the newspaper down on the bar and summoned the bar keep. A shot of whisky was placed in front of him; the bar keep nodding as Kiseop tipped him well.
The door to the pub opened; another young gentleman in fine clothes sauntered inside. He strode up to the bar and stood next to Kiseop; a gloved hand nonchalantly picking up the newspaper.
“I’m sorry sir, that paper is mine.”
The young gentleman with long hair tipped his top hat and bowed.
”My apologies sir,” he answered in a soft voice. “I find the Invisible Man just as fascinating as you do. He would make an interesting subject to examine. I’d love to get my hands on his invisibility formula and study it.”
Kiseop raised an eyebrow.
“You are a scientist, Sir?
The gloved hand extended and Kiseop took it.
“Dr. Jekyll, at your service, but you can call me Leo. ”
Kiseop gripped the man’s hand and shook it, doing his best not to act surprised.
“That was easier than expected,” he told himself. He could now scratch the infamous Mr. Hyde from his list of persons to be found.
“You’re probably wondering how I found you, Mr. Gray.”
Kiseop downed his drink.
“The thought had crossed my mind.”
Hyde reached into his waist coat; Kiseop eyeing him nervously.
“I too received a letter from Burg Frankenstein. It seems the evil genius likes to play games.”
The bar keep wiped the counter and asked Leo if he wanted a drink.
“A beer will do nicely, thank you.”
Kiseop couldn’t believe how polite the infamous villain by his side was.
“I believe he wants to see which one of us is cleverer than the other. So far, I’m winning. Sorry old chap.”
Kiseop furrowed his brow. How the Hell did Hyde know who he was? He watched in silence as Hyde finished his beer.
“So for the record, old chap,” he mocked his newly acquired companion,” how did you find me?”
Leo placed a few coins on the counter and bowed to the bar keep.
“Let’s take a walk; I don’t trust anyone to hear us.”
Kiseop rolled up his newspaper and followed Hyde onto the streets of London.
Hyde inhaled deeply; he loved the smell of the city streets. As they strolled along the cobblestones, both men carrying walking sticks, he glanced calmly at the shop keeps hawking their wares and the horse drawn carriages as they drove by. He took in the sites as if he was a tourist and not a native. What Kiseop didn’t know was that Hyde was watching for followers; detectives and coppers that might suspect him of being anything but an elegant gentleman.
“As you know,” he told his companion, “ I’ve been very naughty. I fled London and was living in Paris for a while, laying low so to speak. I came back because I was homesick. It’s a risk, but I decided to take it, especially after receiving Dr. Shim’s invitation. I had some loose ends to tie up here before I departed. Thankfully, while Mr. Hyde is a notorious criminal, Dr. Jekyll is a respectable man of science. Scotland Yard hasn’t put the two together just yet, but they are getting close. They’ve been patrolling my neighborhood lately, so I thought it best not to go home after all.”
Kiseop stopped in the middle of the street.
“Is this going somewhere?”
Mr. Hyde smiled.
“Since I haven’t been home, I’ve been gathering things for my journey. I like to travel in style. The other day I decided to get fitted for a suit. It seems, Mr. Gray, that we share the same tailor.”
Kiseop leaned against a gaslight lamp post.
“You found me at the men’s emporium?”
Leo smiled.
“Coincidence, perhaps, or Fate? Who knows. But I happened upon you picking up that lovely waistcoat and finely crafted walking stick. I’ve been following you ever since. Sorry old chap; I hope you aren’t disturbed by that.”
Kiseop shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m immortal; very little disturbs me, except, of course, a personal invitation to Burg Frankenstein. That, and having to find Dracula. Vampires are nasty.”
Hyde chuckled.
“I imagine Dracula is on the look out for us as well. Shall we go to your place? I’d feel safer staying with you. You are immortal after all and can protect me, yes?”
Kiseop raised an eyebrow. Since when did the infamous Mr. Hyde need anyone’s help?
“I’ve taken the liberty of having my things delivered to your home. They should arrive in the morning.”
Kiseop was more than annoyed with Hyde’s pompacity.
As the sun set, they reached Kiseop’s abode. Instantly, the two knew something was amiss. Grabbing the handles of their walking sticks they drew the blades hidden within the case. They looked at each other and smirked.
“Same tailor,” they spoke in unison as Kiseop slowly pushed in the door which was obviously unlocked.
It creaked ever so slightly; Kiseop cursing under his breath.
“Good evening, gentleman,” a deep voice echoed from behind the upholstered chaise lounge.
Cigar smoke billowed upwards; a gloved hand reaching for a snifter of brandy on the side table. A fire crackled; the flames dancing along with the lit sconces on the wall. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the room.
“Mr. Gray and Dr. Jekyll, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The intruder stood up; Hyde and Gray staggering backwards as they stared into the faceless visage of the Invisible Man. He had taken the liberty of borrowing Gray’s smoking jacket, eyeglasses and fez. He looked ridiculous, but neither man would dare say so; they were too stunned to speak.
“Well,” Leo sighed sheathing his cane, “it seems I bow to you now Sir, for you have found us instead of us finding you. Touche.”
The Invisible Man bowed.
“Mr Gray,” the thief stated while pointing to the bare space on the wall,” you have a painting missing.”
He laughed and puffed on his cigar.
“Please,’ Kiseop said sarcastically, “make free with my things.”
He put away his sword cane and closed the door.
“I’ve prepared a sumptuous meal for my newly found friends,” the Invisible Man exclaimed.
“Come let’s feast and get to know each other better.”
They sat down and poured the wine, Kiseop reluctantly setting the table as if he were a servant in his own home.
“We all have aliases, but perhaps we should be informal and call each other by our given names. It will make things easier.”
Kiseop nodded.
“Lee Kiseop,” he spoke with confidence as he took the Invisible Man’s hand.
Dr. Jekyll was next; he shook the the gloved hand of the thief and smiled.
“I go by many monikers, but Taekwoon is my given name. However, as a boy at school, the fellows all called me Leo. I’m rather fond of it.”
The Invisible Man nodded, he smiled, even though no one could see it.
“Gentleman,” he said with confidence; “my given name is Choi Seung-hyun, but you can call me T.O.P.”
“A toast,” Leo exclaimed while raising his glass;” fine wine, good food, excellent company, and beautiful women.”
They clinked glasses and downed their drinks.
“Next stop Paris,” T.O.P.‘ spoke with his deep voice.
Kiseop glanced at the empty space on his wall and shivered.