| The next morning I decided to leave her but she woke. �Where are you going?� Sarah asked me. �I have to leave in case the office calls,� I lied. That was one of the disadvantages of... being me, I have to lie to the one I care about. I eased out of the bedroom and hoped to sneak out of the White House. Yeah right. It would have been one thing to have been caught be one of the Secret Service. That way, while they were taking me to see the old man I could of thought of a good lie. But that wasn�t the case because the old man himself had caught me. So much for a good start to my day. �Hello, Scott,� said the president. �Hello, President Hoover,� I replied, �nice day ain�t it?� �It�s still dark outside, Scott.� �I�ll be damned, it is, isn�t it?� �Yep.� �I bet this looks funny.� �I bet it doesn�t.� �Oh boy,� I said with a slightly scared pitch in my voice. �I�d run if I was you.� I ran as fast as I could. Not because I was scared, which I was on the verge of wetting myself, but if he did live out his threat and ended up hurting me I would expose myself. I strolled over to my Corvette but stopped when I heard a noise. I drove for about a block and used another one of my fine powers. Within seconds I had changed and I transported myself back to the White House. Thank God I was able to go invisible or else I would have been caught the instant I arrived. I arrived between two Secret Service agents but I slipped away. I used my excellent leaping powers to leap to the roof of the White House. I scouted around for whatever it was that I saw minutes before. Then I saw it again, a big, hulking, black creature, trying to crawl in through the window. I crawled in after him but I still couldn�t see who or what he was. He turned and went into the Oval Office where the president was looking out the window. �Murphy,� called the president without turning around, �is that you?� He turned around and froze in horror. �President Hoover,� growled the beast. �Who are you?� stammered the president. �The man you put a death warrant out for,� replied the creature. �Datsone,� breathed the president,� What do you want?� Suddenly, the breast, now known to be the former George Datsone, grabbed the president by the face and lifted him up to charred face that contained red, beady eyes and a mouthful of sharp fangs. �First off, the name is Hellhound,� said the beast, �and secondly, I want you to die.� �Hey,� I called, �big and ugly.� I went visible again. My black boots were first unveiled followed by my black pants, black long sleeved shirt, black cape, and a black face mask. �Who the hell are you?� cried Hellhound. �Just call me The Prowler,� I said. I grabbed my two .45 magnums and aimed them at Hellhound. He threw the president and charged at me. I rolled out of the way and he ran through the wall into the hall. BLAM. BLAM. I fired the weapons at Hellhound but he dodged every bullet. Suddenly the whole wing was filled with secret service agents. They aimed their guns at the beast. He roared monstrously at the agents, turned, and leapt out of the window. �All right, Buddy,� said one of the agents, �who are you?� But, in a flash of smoke I transported myself back to my Corvette. |