The Mummy’s Curse and other Monster Tales Chapter 7; The Bells of Notre Dame
Title: The Mummy’s Curse and other Monster Tales Chapter 7; The Bells of Notre Dame
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: classic Hollywood Monsters
Pairings: various
Other characters: members of Ukiss, Super Junior, Block B,VIXX, Big Bang, K Drama celebrities
Rating: This chapter G
Length: chaptered; chapter 7
“The bells sounded so bitter sweet tonight my friend.”
The Phantom of the Opera sighed deeply as he poured some claret for his companion. The Hunchback of Notre Dame bowed deeply.
“Are you sure this Doctor Frankenstein can cure us, Master?”
He sipped the deep, purplish-red wine slowly. Since the Phantom had befriended him, he had thrown away his brutish ways; but his outward appearance was still a reminder that society was not yet ready to welcome him.
The Phantom smiled beneath his mask.
“Of course he can, my friend. Soon, you and I can will have revenge upon those who mocked us. We will rule the streets of Paris and all those who have shunned us. We will walk in the sun once more as Gods.”
The Hunchback grinned.
“It will be glorious, Master.”
The man known for terrorizing the opera house nodded in agreement.
“I think it’s time for us to pack our things. No doubt our partners in crime from England will be joining us soon. Frankenstein’s letter says they will arrive via private train from Calais very late this evening; we can slip out of Paris without being seen. We should be ready for them."
The Hunchback frowned.
“I don’t have many things, Master. I’ve lived in the cathedral all my life. All I have are the clothes on my back.”
The masked mad man nodded. He surveyed his small surroundings. Most of his belongings would have to stay behind. He looked upon them with sadness in his heart. He hoped and prayed that this Dr. Shim could rid him and his companion of their maladies. The Phantom got up from his chair and placed a gloved hand on the Hunchback’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry my friend, soon you will have everything you’ve ever desired...”
3A.M; the moonlight and stars were blocked by clouds. Under the shroud of darkness; two men walked unobserved through the Paris streets; their disfigurements hidden; one beneath a cloak; the other, a broad brimmed hat. As they approached the train station they were greeted by a young man wearing a top hat and carrying an elegant ebony walking stick.
“Mr. Gray, I presume,” the Phantom bowed.
The immortal tipped his hat and lead the way; steam from the engine of the train escaping in short bursts. The small crew of the private train did not blink; they were handsomely paid to turn a blind eye. They took the Phantom’s bags and stowed them in his private compartment. The whistle blew, and the train got under way; the immortal leading the two Parisian’s to the dining car where a sumptuous meal awaited them.
The silence in the dining car was deafening as the Invisible Man and Mr. Hyde rose to greet the two newcomers. The Hunchback helped his master with his coat and hat, then removed the cloak from his deformed back.
“Welcome aboard,” Hyde greeted them with a deep bow.
The Invisible Man puffed on his cigar and smiled through the bandages wrapped around his face.
“Gentleman, it is an honor to meet you. You all know us by our aliases, but you can call me Kwon Ji Yong and this is Shindong, my loyal and faithful servant.”
They exchanged bows and hand shakes; the Hunchback still uncomfortable in his new surrounds. They all sat down at the table as the chef entered the room with more food and drink. The wine was poured and all five men raised their glasses.
“Too us,” Hyde toasted; the clanking of crystal echoing off the dining car walls.
“So it’s off to Burg Frankenstein, is it?” Ji Yong asked.
The immortal put down his glass and sighed.
“Actually, we have been instructed to take a few detours. First, we need to find a fellow by the name of Song Joong Ki.”
The Hunchback raised an eyebrow.
“What’s his story,” he asked while cutting into his filet mignon; ignoring his etiquette lessons, he shoved the juicy meat in his mouth.
The Invisible man cleared his throat.
“The poor fellow suffers from Lycanthropy, so it seems.”
Shindong nearly choked on his steak.
“The wolfman?”
T.O.P. chuckled.
“Don’t worry, he’s one of us. I’m sure he’s figured out a way to control himself. Frankestein wants us to travel to Marseille and await further instructions. This Joong Ki fellow is on his way to us.”
The men returned to their meal; the newcomers letting out a heavy sigh as they watched the lights of Paris fade from sight.
As they bid adieu to their city they pondered their future; the private train steaming into the night towards the Port of Marseille.