Lady Van Helsing/Grab your weapons and challenge the mysterious intruder
From Create Your Own Story
You stand up on the bed and with a graceful back-handspring reach your weapons, snatching up your revolver in your left hand and your sword in your right. "Get out of my room. Now," you growl.
The man simply smirks. The heavily developed muscles in your left forearm tense as you tighten your grip on the trigger. "Last warning."
Suddenly, a red glow appears to shoot from the man to your left hand. You feel a searing pain and drop your gun. Another red glow strikes your right hand. Despite the pain, you manage to hold on to your sword, gritting your teeth.
He advances on you. "You are strong. A worthy opponent." He is almost upon you now.
You swing your sword - then watch in horror as the blade shatters into bits as it impacts the man's neck, his flesh completely unharmed. Your eyes dart around wildly before focusing on the corner of the bed. With a powerful kick, you break off one of the wooden bedposts and wield it as a makeshift club, slowly backing away from him, knowing how little good your new weapon will probably do if your sword was destroyed upon his superhuman body so easily.
The two of you face each other, warrior against warrioress. He nods. "A worthy opponent indeed. Your fear does not control you."
"You're the mummy, aren't you," you say.
He simply nods. "I have many forms. This one and the mummy are but two of them. You gave quite a good account of yourself today when you defeated my skeletons. They were but a tiny part of my army, of course, but you still handled yourself very well."
Your heart is racing. "So now what? If you're going to kill me, why don't you just get it over with?"
He smirks again. "I could kill you. Effortlessly. But that would be boring. That would be something I reserve for weaklings. No, you have strength. Spirit. I'd rather have some more fun with you. I am sure we will meet again."
A red glow envelops his body. Then, with a puff of smoke, the mysterious intruder disappears.
You sit down on the bed, dropping your makeshift club and trying to control your racing emotions. The monster sees you as a plaything, something to be toyed with. Somehow, you have to find a way to prove him wrong. You are Anastasia Van Helsing, slayer of monsters, not their plaything. But how to defeat a creature that seems invincible?
You lie down, trusting that the mummy would find killing you in your sleep too boring, and quickly fall asleep. The next morning, you leave a silver coin on the dresser for the damage to the bed. Several more silver coins buy you a new sword. Admiring your new weapon before sheathing it, you wonder what to do next.
