So far we have learnt that we have met, Tom Kennedy, Mrs, Ingram, Pfftten and a Kennedy worker. Yet why does Tom look so ill? Any thoughts what you might think it maybe? We’re you surprise what it was actually wrong with him? What are your thoughts on this next parter? Comment below and let me know. – My Author notes.
It was long that there was a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen back door; like someone was breaking into the house, Tom and his colleague “as we might as well call him that now as we have established roughly who is and what he does” Author notes as they were waiting for Mrs. Ingram to scream but nothing happened to which point which part of the house was she in. Just as the men leaving the study quietly; Tom pressed a button behind a picture, they were about to go a bit further as they heard Mrs Ingram coming down the stairs sitting on about Pfftten breaking the back door window not realising he was actually missing at that point. The man that was there to help whispered harshly “shh Mrs Ingram…we have an intruder…get into the study and stay there close the door and lock it.” She wasn’t impressed how she was spoken to before she was about to give him; a piece of her mind, she heard the door being kicked into. So which meant she scurried off into the study and locked herself into the study.
As soon as she locked it on the final lock; she looked at the time on the mantelpiece, it read 16:45pm. She looked out of the window it was pitch black; the moon was starting shine brightly as she drew near to the window, to see if it was a full moon or not. She looked up and there it was a full moon. Mrs Ingram could feel the house tense in every join that it had; the clock on the mantelpiece face came alive, “oh Pfftten where are you! It’s too late! I’ve got to go to the department for high red alert!” Cried the clock.
The old small Father Time clock had disappeared; leaving Mrs Ingram alone in the room forgetting that under the foot whole of the desk had an underground, for this sort of thing. That’s when she heard Tom cry out in pain and hearing the colleague swear loudly; almost getting hit by Tom transformation and the intruders dark magic, fortunately for the colleague he wasn’t the first person Tom had gone for. To his great surprise he watched Tom go for the intruders; whilst taking out the whole wall of the back door, leaving an imprint of a 12ft werewolf which was quite impressive for anyone to do.
Pfftten had finally arrived with cavalry and holding the medication that Tom needed; the friend/colleague really wanted to throttle Pfftten right there and then, that’s when it was no time to do that right now. He told Pfftten to take Mr Classic and someone else to go sort Tom out whilst everyone else went with him. Everyone always forgets about Mrs Ingram who was hiding in a empty cupboard that seemed to have disappeared all it’s contents.
One thing for sure when Mr. Classic had a few seconds to spare; he looked round to see what was going on, he couldn’t see anyway out of this mess. They needed more than 10 people to deal with both things at the same time; that’s one all of the sudden, Fred and everyone had arrived.
‘I thought you might need more hands on; especially with Tom being the way he is….’ Fred paused for a moment or too just to see Pfftten failing everytime trying to take Tom out. ‘What is Pfftten trying to…..’ before he could even finish what he was going to say.
Pfftten had managed to put a bag over Tom’s werewolf head; blown something into the bag to which point, nearly everyone except the intruders had the inkling of what just happened. Tom/werewolf like man fell landed on the intruders; surprisingly not killing them at all, Pfftten tumbled off Tom like he was in the circus. Nobody stopped him doing the rolly polly; they just moved out the way, knowing that he was just an really odd creature.
Mr. Classic and Fred ran over took the bag of the werewolf head before he could come round; whatever Pfftten had done to him they managed to get, Tom’s medication to help him transform him back to his normal self……