Well, the karate move had worked just like his sensei said it would. But now, Michael was not exactly sure what to do with this defeated werewolf. He had seen a few bad horror movies during his life, but at the moment, no right solution was immediately coming to mind.
On one hand, it would feel really good to drag this big beast, a.k.a. Lenny, back into the palace before Cory and the gang -- like a dog that brings a dead mole to the front porch to show its owner, "Hey, look what I can do!" But would anyone believe him when he claimed that Lenny was the nasty intruder of the evening? They would probably think Lenny was the real hero and I just somehow knocked out the good guy.
Then again, what was the other option? Leaving lifeless Lenny in the yard would only allow him to get away when he finally comes to. Or worse, Lenny would probably come back inside and say he was the real hero and I knocked him out just before he could take out the intruder. And Cory would swoon. Dammit! His parents would be furious if they heard him use language like that.
Michael decided to go with option one. All 132 pounds of him grabbed Lenny the werewolf by his feet and dragged him back toward the door. Surprisingly, he was able to move him quite easily. The greater obstacle was an awful, putrid odor emitting from Lenny. Michael had noticed it before. He pulled his shirt up over his nose like a gas mask. My CK One smells nice.
When Michael came to the door, he dropped big hairy Lenny and stepped inside to let the others know what he had found. There, just a few steps away, was a spread of shattered glass where Lenny had exited through the window. And just beyond, in the once again well lit room, was a party going on. Did anyone even realize what happened? Did they care that I subjected myself to danger for their safety? Well, okay, it was really for Cory, but still.
Michael turned back for Lenny and instead of seeing the nasty werewolf version, he saw the buck naked (well, except for the torn CCCP t-shirt) hunk of a man version with an awful bruise and scrapes on his right cheek where Lenny met the tree. And from the room behind him, he heard a voice. "Michael, is that you?" And another. "What are you doing out there?" Oh boy.
