text: [Themes: horror, humor, anti-hero]
  
  For a moment you almost believed her. For a moment she almost displayed real emotions and feelings.
  
  For a moment you almost were a complete idiot, except you remember the old prejudice that you've never forgotten:
  
  "No matter how much the Undead try to mimic feelings, they have none."
  
  You hear a click of a wall opening up. You see a metal arm point out and run out of the room, pushing Mary in the way. Igor opens fire and Mary takes king's ransom in silver to her body, toppling her over with a heavy thud. She's not dead, but she'll need some new parts and a major stitch job.
  
  "Igor, you fucking idiot!" she yells from the floor attempting to get up. "Go help Dad! Wolf's probably on his way there!"
  
  If Mary knew you were coming back, she probably wouldn't have dismissed Igor so quickly. She manages to stand up just as you stand in the doorway...with a torch.
  
  "You know what I like about these old castles? They always have torches and candles lighting the corridors." You say.
  "Even in my present condition, you won't get close enough to use that thing!" Mary says with defiance.
  "Save your feeble threats, but I don't need to get close, you doused your room with perfume in your overly elaborate and dramatic attempt to trick me. Bye bye baby."
  
  Mary's eyes widen as you dump the torch on the floor which lights up the room spectacularly. Mary attempts to get out of flames, but all the silver in her body makes her too heavy and she falls over again.
  
  "Hmm, maybe the undead do have emotions. She certainly looked scared and sounds like she's in pain." You say as you leave to catch up with the rest of the pack.
  
  You don't get far when you see the wolflings running towards you. Many of them are wounded, some badly.
  
  "What's going on?" you ask, stopping one of them.
  "It's too damn big! It's unstoppable! We really tried! Honest!"
  "What?!"
  "Frankie! He's been heavily modified. He doesn't look at all like he did the old pictures I've ever seen of him!"
  
  No sooner have you been informed when you hear that damn loud speaker again, the remaining wolflings run past you.
  
  "You see Wolf! You see! While you've been wasting away in that shitty cabin, I've been preparing for my son's come back! You stole his woman! You ended his career! You didn't just damage him physically, you damaged his mind! Scarred him emotionally! It's taken me YEARS to undo the damage!"
  "Damaged his mind? He was a psychopathic serial pedophile made of corpses! What the fuck kind of damage could I have done? And Mary never liked him anyway!" you retort.
  "She could've learned! He could've too! They just needed more time! But YOU! You prevented all that! You and your dog dick!"
  "For fuck's sake I wasn't the only one fucking her!"
  "Yes, but you're the one who did it the longest and destroyed my poor boy's career! You're going to pay! Frankie look who we have here! And old friend, why don't you go and give him a big hug?"
  
  Victor goes into his mad scientist laugh yet again, and Frankie "2.0" comes lumbering down the hallway, he's definitely got that cybernetic look now.
  
  "FRANKIE BEAT YOUR HEAD IN." He says with a booming voice.
  
  Still as verbal and articulate as ever.
  
  > Retreat
  You jump out of Frankie's way as he smashes into the wall behind you. You make your way quickly down the stairs, where you here Frankie getting back up and following you down them like a freight train.
  You're still a good ways from the bottom, but you see Igor appear at the bottom. You can't stop or Frankie will slam into you and probably kill you by breaking every bone in your body and tearing you apart. You can keep going and attempt to jump towards Igor hoping you'll land on him before he can fire accurately or you could jump over the banister and get out of the way altogether. The only problem with this is you're still pretty high up. You wouldn't die from such a fall, but you could break something if you land wrong and you certainly don't want that disadvantage.
  
  > jump over the banister
  You jump over the banister. Frankie goes flying past you unable to stop himself. You hear gunfire and some sounds of bullets plinking off of metal and burying themselves into flesh.
  
  "OH SHIT!" you hear Igor shout. This term is followed by your own, when you see that you were a lot higher than you thought. You go crashing through a solid wooden dining table. It hurts...A LOT.
  
  You don't get up right away and you half expect Frankie or Igor to come and finish you off, but fortunately that doesn't happen. You painfully rise and prepare yourself for the final battle, which doesn't occur.
  
  You go over to the bottom of the stairs and see the wolflings taking advantage of Frankie's weakened prone state and getting revenge for the beating he gave them all earlier. As for Igor he's lying under Frankie crushed and dying. He's bleeding from his ears, mouth, nose and eyes.
  
  "(Gurgle) (sputter) I'm sorry...Vic...Sorry brother...(Gurgle)" he says before dying.
  "Well I guess that explains his loyalty." You say to yourself.
  
  "Hey Wolf you want to get in on this?" A wolfling says ripping a hand off of Frankie.
  "Nah, you've earned this. I'm just going to go back upstairs and finish off Victor."
  "Need any of us to come up with you?"
  "No, you just make sure you do a good job of killing Frankie there."
  
  You head back up stairs and head to the lab that Frankie came bursting out of, it's empty, but there's another door in the room and you've got the impression that a certain doctor is behind it.
  
  You open the door to a small room with a bunch of big computers hooked up to a brain in a jar...
  
  "Dr. Frankenstein I presume?" you say. "Wow Vic, I would've thought you would've at least made a clone body or something."
  "Frankie! Igor! Get in here! NOW!"
  'They're dead just like you'll be soon and should've been before."
  "Erm...Wolf! Hold on! Come on, I can't do anything to you! This isn't fair! Hold on how about..."
  "How about you shut up and die?" you say and take Victor's brain out of the jar.
  
  "NOOOOOO...." Is the last thing that comes out of the loud speakers as you crush the brain under your foot.
  
  Its over. You won, and you fucking hurt like hell. You stagger back downstairs where you find Frankie completely in pieces. The wolflings look at you expectantly.
  
  "Did you kill him?'
  "Yeah, and it was hardly worth the effort." You reply.
  "What are we going to do now?" another asks.
  "Well I don't know about you, but I'm going back home to rest."
  "But aren't you taking us to raise hell somewhere else?"
  "Maybe some other day. Look I'm not here to lead you around by the paw. If you want to raise hell you can certainly do it without me. I showed you the way of the wolf tonight, it's up to you to do something with it. Just remember you're fucking werewolves, live up to the name."
  
  You get back on your Harley and head home. Hopefully you taught the new generation something so tonight wasn't a complete bust. You didn't really get to have the epic battle you were looking for, but you survived and in the end that's what it's all about.