Special Agents: The Mysterious Case of the Monsters under the Bed (Part 15)

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Up, up, up they rushed knowing they left Peter behind with more monsters to handle than even their best training could deal with. Faster, faster, faster, they ran knowing he had given them this opportunity.

The twin Special Agents burst from the tunnel into the bright sunshine of mid-morning. The wind whipped around them. Shielding their eyes with their hands, they saw The Woman, the Son, and the man in the bowler hat climbing onto a helicopter. They charged without a word.

Darting under the swift blades, Lauren bounded on the Woman wrapping her arms around the Woman’s neck. She opened her mouth and let the siren go off right in the Women’s ear. The Woman collapsed to the ground, but Lauren didn’t let go. She kept her mouth wide-open incapacitating her arch nemesis.

“Mom?” the Son said, glancing back.

Rachel slugged him right in the mouth.

“That’s for lying to us,” she said.

She kicked him in the shin, “And that’s for kidnapping our parents.”

The man in the boiler hat reached for the girls with hairy hands. Rachel and Lauren grabbed a handful of robot roaches from their pockets and flung them at the man. The brown bugs clicked and crawled into his sleeves and the neck of his shirt. He screamed clawing at his clothes.

The Woman blacked out. The Son held his hands to his face, his nose bleeding. They had not escaped.

Several children and Agent Carmichael, in black uniforms and guns, surrounded the helicopter. He tossed Rachel and Lauren zip ties to secure their prisoners. The helicopter shut down, it’s blades slowing to a full stop.

“Good work, Special Agents, you stopped the Woman, again” Carmichael congratulated them.

“Peter!” Rachel shouted.

Leading the way, Lauren and Rachel rushed back down the tunnel with several Special Agent teams behind them. Back in the experiment room, they found Peter. He held the doorway, one Super Soaker empty, and one on low. A nasty cut bled into his face and his jeans were shredded at the knee. Someone tossed them some fresh Super Soakers. Lauren and Rachel stopped at Peter’s side and opened fire. They pushed into the room capturing monsters left and right. The rest of the Agents spilled in around them making quick work of the last few Creepers and Boogiemen and Mash-ups.

“Did you get them?” Peter asked.

“Yes, yes we got them,” Rachel said

Lauren opened her mouth and wailed. Gasping, she dropped to the floor, all of her gone white with scales. Rachel rushed to her side. Lauren’s siren went silent.

Early morning sunlight stung Lauren. She blinked trying to clear away the sleep stuck in her eyes. The world came into focus. She lay in her bed, in her bedroom, and the light poured in her window.

“Look who’s awake,” Mom said. “Feeling better?”

Lauren nodded. She opened her mouth just a crack but no siren came out. Excited, she touched her face. No scales covered her skin.

“I am feeling better,” Lauren said. “Where’s Rachel?”

“She’s working on some school work. You’ve been sick for several days, so you’ll have lots to catch up on. I’ll send her down to say hi.”

Lauren groaned. “School work waits for no one.”

“Yes it does, it’s waiting for you to be well enough to do it. You have some videos you can watch this morning for Astronomy.”

“Mom, I just woke up.”

“Homeschoolers don’t get to skip education,” Mom said cheerfully. “I’ll bring you something to eat in a second.”

Mom left the room. Lauren hid under the blankets wondering what had happened. How had she been cured? Where was everyone? What happened to the Woman and the Son?

“Lauren?” Rachel hissed.

Lauren jumped out from under the covers.

“Rachel! I’m fixed!”

“Yeah, Victor found an antidote in the room with all the experimented monsters. They got Mom and Dad home and fixed their memories. Something new Jane’s working on. Look who I have.” Rachel held up a fat black cat with glistening fur.

“We get to keep him??”

“Yep, Mom said we could. I named him Loyal.”

Lauren nodded. “Good name.”

“Listen Lauren, I just got a message from Carmichael. There’s a report of trolls in a culvert out near town. Two kids have already gone missing. He wants to know if you’re up to it?”

“When do we go?”

“Tonight.”

“I’m ready.”

“One other thing,” Rachel said.

“Yeah?”

“Peter’s coming with us. Carmichael wants us to train him.”

Lauren grinned. “Sounds good.”

“Girls,” Mom called from the kitchen. “Schoolwork!”

They shared a glance and a groan. “Yes ma’am,” they said in unison.

The End

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Special Agents: The Mysterious Case of the Monsters under the Bed (Part 14)

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The strange undulating siren rose in volume. It rose and rose until it filled every space in the darkness. Peter grabbed Rachel’s backpack and digging for the flashlight on the side pocket. Rachel understood what he wanted. She found it and put it in his hands. He flicked it on holding it up like a torch.

Lauren continued to wail pointedly in the direction they had last seen the Woman and the Son. The black cat leapt on her backpack tail flicking back and forth.

Rachel pointed up at her parents unable to shout over Lauren’s noise. Peter pointed the light at them. They still slept.

The siren stopped. Lauren pressed white lips together.

Lights flicked on.

“Didn’t I give you a mask to wear?” Sam said wearily.

“Lauren, the noise hurts them,” Rachel said. “Ha! A side effect you didn’t expect, huh?”

“Sam, quiet them!” the Woman shouted.

Lauren wailed again.

The lights went out.

This time, this time Rachel heard groaning on the other side of the room. They really were hurting them with that noise. Peter tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at the cage. She nodded. Time to get out. Giving Lauren’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze, Rachel pulled out her tablet and examined the cage’s lock.

Peter tapped her shoulder, again. Rachel ignored him engrossed by the complicated lock she might have to pick. She’d never been good at picking locks. That was always Lauren.

Peter frantically tried to get her attention and finally Rachel, annoyed, looked up. The black cat arched on Lauren’s backpack, every hair standing straight up. She couldn’t hear it hissing but she knew it was. Lauren’s eyes were as big as dinner plates. Rachel turned around. A large green monster stood in the beam of Peter’s light.

“It’s the boogeyman. . .” Rachel said.

“Shoot it!” shouted Peter.

The monster grabbed two bars of their cage and ripped them free. It grabbed two more and wrenched them off tossing them into the darkness.

“Shoot it!”

Rachel and Lauren stared down at their hands. They still had all their gear. They now had a way out of their cage. They smiled together. Lifting their Super Soakers, they opened fired.

Yellow and blue goo covered the boogeyman. It stuck to his green fur. It glued his little black eyes shut. It stuck his reaching stubby fingers together, and it wrapped around his hairy ankles. The boogeyman came crashing down. Peter rushed over and punched it in the nose for good measure. Rachel and Lauren high-fived.

“That’s one for us!” Rachel said.

Lauren led the way, the siren still going, out of the cage. The black cat clung to her back. They left behind the mask Sam had given her. Rachel took Lauren’s flashlight and clipped it to the front of her gun. They shown them both around the room. The Woman and the Son were gone. Lauren shut her mouth. The lights came on.

“I guess we need to get Mom and Dad down and contact the agency,” Rachel said lowering her gun.

Lauren shook her head and pointed across the room. An open door showed the way the Woman and the Son had gone.

“You want to go after them?”

Lauren nodded.

The door flew open and two more boogeymen marched in the room. They growled and reached with their stubby fingers. Rachel and Lauren made short work of them with their guns. They had hunted boogeymen before. Leaping over the trapped monsters, they charged for the door. Peter followed at their heels.

A long hallway opened before them. Moisture dripped from the ceiling. Rachel checked her tablet.

“There’s a room a head with heat signatures but not theirs. I’m guessing more monsters.”

Lauren didn’t slow.

“If I’ve got my bearings right, we’re headed back to my house,” Peter said as he ran after her.

“We need to hurry,” Rachel said. “If they have an exit near there, they might hurt your family.”

Lauren, with her lips clamped shut, charged into the room and stopped.

Cages lined the rough dirt walls, floor to ceiling. Cold metal formed small spaces. Each of the tiny squares held a monster, a pitiful monster.

“This is horrible,” Rachel said.

Bandages, bruises, and scabs covered Bed Monsters, boogeymen, Grumbling Gremlins, Mr. Nobodies, Closet Monsters, Ticklers, Creepers, Sewer Trolls, Imitation Monsters and more.

“They’ve been experimenting on them . . .” Rachel said.

One of the cages opened with a spine tingling squeak. Out stepped a gray blob of undefined shape and size. It bubbled towards them, oozing and dribbling. With a snap and a pop it turned into Lauren.

Rachel shot it. Blue goo covered it pinning it to the floor.

Lauren glared at her.

“I knew it wasn’t you,” Rachel said.

All the cages opened. Monsters slithered, stalked, slimed, slinked, and bobbed from their cages.

They opened fire. Blue and yellow goo splashed across the monster mayhem. They kept coming. More and more monsters spilled from the cages. Monsters the Special Agents had never seen stepped right through the goo. Monsters made of mash-ups reached for them.

Lauren wailed in frustration glancing back at the tunnel.

“They’re getting away,” Rachel said what Lauren was thinking.

“Go!” Peter said reaching for Rachel’s gun.

“What?”

“Go!”

Rachel and Lauren shared a quick glance. Lauren tossed her Super Soaker to Peter and darted up the tunnel. Rachel hesitated a second shooting a Bed Monster.

“You’ll make a great Special Agent, Peter,” she said handing him her gun with a swift kiss on the cheek. Blushing, she rushed after Lauren not looking back at the monsters soon to overwhelm him.

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Special Agents: The Mysterious Case of the Monsters under the Bed (Part 13)

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Rachel wiped a tear from her eye. Lauren squeezed her hand with her scale-free one. Scales covered her face now and climbed down her arm. But at least her one hand was still skin. Were her eyes the same color? Or had they changed too?

“He was our friend,” Rachel said. “Our friend. Did you hear him laughing? He sounded so . . . ,” she searched for the word.

“Evil,” Peter offered.

“And happy,” said Rachel.

Lauren studied the inside of the tree house. She climbed to her feet and poked at windows, the door, and the floorboards. She checked her tablet again, and again it showed heat signatures below the tree house. What was going on? What did Sam want? He had them trapped, what did he plan to do? Realization, or the worst of the worst, jumped out at her.

Peter gasped. Lauren spun around. Did he suspect the same thing?

“Carmichael Agency,” he whispered.

“NO!” Rachel shouted.

Lauren pointed at her tablet, trying without words to argue with Peter even though she suspected the same thing.

“He planted something. He planned this from the beginning. It wouldn’t be hard, didn’t he help design all your equipment?”

“You don’t understand,” Rachel said. “The Agency is under our house. He can reach our parents. They’re still asleep. They won’t even know.”

Lauren sensed Rachel’s fear. She felt it herself. Her heart raced. She wanted to run, scream, fly home. Her parents lay helpless in their bed and the worst of the monsters was coming. How could she have been so blind? How could they not know Sam was the Woman’s son?

A rustling noise broke through the anxious thoughts. The scrawny cat jumped in the room.

“What?” Rachel said scrubbing at her tears. “We can’t get out, how can he get in?”

Peter stepped closer to the cat. He puffed up his hair and hissed showing his sharp teeth. Peter touched the window.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” he whispered.

Lauren ran her fingers around the edge of the window behind her. Rachel dug in her pack and brought out a small bag of snacks. Tearing free a piece of beef jerky, she held it out to the cat. It meowed and inched closer. Lauren gave her a thumbs-up and scanned the window with her tablet. She pulled out her lock-picking tool and tried to pry up a corner. Nothing.

Rachel ran her hand down the back of the cat stroking it. The cat chomped on the jerky and purred. Rachel paused, something shifted in the scruff of the cat’s neck. Done with its snack, the cat bound onto the chair and up on to the top of the entertainment center. The chair tottered and leaned back against the wall. The doors of the entertainment center opened revealing a slide going down into the depths.

“That doesn’t exactly answer how the cat got in, but I’m good with it,” Peter said.

“I know,” Rachel said, “not that it really matters. There’s some kinda chip under his skin.”

Lauren scrunched up her nose.

“They put a chip in the cat?” Peter asked her question.

“The real question is,” Rachel said, “how’d they make it look like no one’s been here for so long?”

Lauren ran her fingers through the dust on the floor. The top layer wiped away revealing footprints in the next layer. She stared pointedly up at Rachel.

“Sam, I mean the Son, invented a dust can that lets you cover your tracks if you have to break into an old haunted house. The Extraction Team used it when they had to deal with a bad case of the boogeyman up north last winter. I can’t believe he betrayed us. He always looked after everyone and made such good inventions.”

Lauren pointed at the cat and then at the slide. Right now, they didn’t need to focus on Sam’s betrayal. They needed to find a way out. Their parents or Carmichael Agency might be in grave danger and only they knew it.

Rachel nodded, tempted the cat off the top of the entertainment center with another piece of jerky, scooped it up, and put him it her backpack. The cat hissed and settled down.

“Taking the cat with us, huh?”

“The chip might be for more than just letting him in and out of the tree house,” Rachel explained. She peered down the slide. “And I don’t really care where this goes, it’s better than just sitting here hoping to be rescued. I want to go make sure my parents are safe.”

Lauren nodded.

“I’m good with the slide.”

The three kids jumped onto the slide and shot down into the dark.

Down, down, down, around, around, and possibly upside down. The twins and Peter shot out into a large open space.

“Well, well, well, that didn’t take long. My Son was right: Put everything in place and you would literally fall right into our hands.” The voice rang out around them. Rachel and Lauren never expected to hear that voice again except in their nightmares. It was the voice of the Woman.

Lauren opened her mouth. The siren gave off a weak, muffled wail. Rachel screamed clutching Lauren. Peter, unaware of who the voice belonged to, of what it signified, felt out in the darkness.

A light flooded the room driving away the shadows. Bars sprang up around them. A terrifying sight came into focus as they squinted in the light.

Their parents were tied to a bar in the middle of the room. Their heads rested on their chests and they snored peacefully. Their mom’s hair stirred as she breathed.

Lauren went silent shutting her mouth. Rachel’s tears dried. The Woman stepped from the shadows with Sam at her shoulder. The twin agents stared out from behind the bars and glared at their arch nemesis.

“And now I’m going to do to you what you did to me,” Sam said.

“Sam, don’t!” Peter shouted.

Rachel and Lauren said nothing. They just glared and glared.

A wrench high over their heads lifted their parents up in the air. They spun slowly.

“And now to wake them up,” Sam said. The Woman smiled down at her Son.

Lauren ripped off her mask. The eerie siren flooded the room booming and echoing.

All the lights went out.

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Special Agents: The Mysterious Case of the Monsters under the Bed (Part 12)

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The sun rose clothed in a dress of pinks, orange and blues, which she spun out across the sky. Rachel, Lauren, Sam, and Peter darted through the trees so no wayward early rises would see them. Joggers, trash men, and kids on their way to school provided a visual obstacle course. At least Peter had stopped whooping and hollering as he spun through the air, Lauren thought. She pressed her lips together keeping her own noise issues to a minimum.

“There’s my house,” Peter said.

The two-story Victorian home poked its gingerbread roof out through the trees and greeted the morning. Rachel tightened her grip on her Super Soaker. Last time they’d been this way Lauren got bit and now grew scales. Rachel wasn’t going to let that happen again. Granted, the sun was up. But last time she checked, bed monsters didn’t give anyone scale rashes, so she wasn’t going to count on the sun to keep the monsters at bay.

“Let’s get to your tree house so we can do some scouting,” Rachel directed.

“Follow me,” Peter said.

He dropped down below a large sycamore, dove through the thin branches of a pine, up, up, up around a pecan and cut his engines to land in his tree house. The other three followed.

“Show-off,” Sam grumbled picking himself up off the floor.

“I wasn’t showing off,” Peter whispered. “But, I’m guessing you don’t get much, what’s it called? Field time? It’s not like these jet packs are hard to handle.”

Ignoring the boys, Rachel and Lauren rushed to check their surroundings. Rachel hurried to the back and scanned the house for signs of awake life. All she found was two agents keeping watch on the family and putting together a story for how they slept for as long as they did.

Lauren scanned the backyard. Nothing. Both the family cat and dog slept on the porch, and even a squirrel, which lived in the pine, snored in his nest. Everything seemed quiet. Lauren caught Rachel’s eye and gave her a stiff nod.

“Area secure,” Rachel whispered crossing to Lauren’s side.

Together they approached the side of Peter’s tree house that looked over into the Buckner backyard.

The twin special agents gasped.

“Has it always looked like that?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Peter said. “Rick is kinda strange.”

Rick’s tree house glared across the yards separated by a silvered privacy fence. Dark misshapen windows faced them. Barbed wire ran around the top of the tree house. Doll heads and Barbie heads were nailed around each window and door. Some melted army men clattered together as the wind blew through them—a macabre wind chime. A scrawny cat climbed up on the window sill clutching a mockingbird in its jaw. It stared at them over its kill.

Rachel shuddered. Lauren tightened her grip on her Super Soaker and Sam swallowed loudly.

“Did,” Sam said, stopped to swallow again, cleared his throat, and started over, “did you scan it yet?”

Lauren nodded to Rachel who pointed her tablet out at the tree. It lit up. Red and orange lights flashed across the surface.

“Not good,” Rachel said. “It looks like we’ve got a lot of underground activity.”

Lauren scribbled across her tablet writing with one finger while she kept her hold on her Super Soaker.

Let’s check it out, she wrote.

Sam turned white, Rachel nodded, and Peter grinned.

“Scanning for any infrared,” Rachel said. “And heat signatures in the tree house.”

They waited tensely, watching Rachel, watching the tree house.

“Nothing, let’s go.”

Lauren gunned her jet pack to life and rose in the air. The others followed. With a thumbs-up from all, they flew over the yards and right in the window of Rick’s tree house. The scrawny cat hissed and fled leaving his bird behind. Setting down on the floor of the tree house, something crunched under Lauren’s sneaker.

Rachel clicked on her flashlight and shone it around the room.

“Disgusting,” she said.

Small bones and parts of bugs littered the floor. Cobwebs—some occupied, some not—filled the corners and covered the one chair and ancient entertainment center pushed up against the wall. Tiny animal footprints smeared the dust on the floor.

Lauren’s brown eyes opened wide. She turned her Super Soaker on Peter.

“Whoa, watch where you point that thing,” he said holding up his hands.

“Lauren?” Rachel said.

Lauren waved her free hand around the room taking in all the signs. Dawning crossed Rachel’s face.

“You!” she hissed also raising her Super Soaker.

“What? What is going on?” Peter said.

“You led us here,” Rachel said. “No one’s been here in months and months.”

Sam snorted. He snorted again, his body convulsing.

“Sam?” Rachel said, her voice small and afraid.

Clutching his ribs, Sam laughed. He laughed and laughed.

“Look at you, the mighty Special Agents,” he gasped between giggles. “You were so full of your own selves you didn’t see what was really happening.”

Lauren pressed the red button and fired her Super Soaker at Sam.

He dodged the monster catching net easily. Yellow goo stiffened on the wall behind him.

“Sorry Lauren, you’ll have to do better than that.”

“It was you all this time,” Rachel said.

Sam puffed up his chest. “Of course. Sam Mortimer,” he spat out his name. “I hate that name. My name isn’t Sam Mortimer.”

Lauren arched an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, you want to know what my name is?” Sam said. Lighting up his jet pack, he leapt out one of the tree house windows. Lauren and Rachel jumped to follow but everything went dark. They slammed up against something blocking the windows.

“You want to know who I am?” Sam yelled from the outside. “I am the Son.”

Rachel gasped and Lauren filled the room with the sound of a muffled, haunted siren.

“I am the Son and this is my revenge.”

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