to those around him-to nick, to allie, to the crowd and the crew, the transformation was nothing short of miraculous. the mcgill went from beast to boy in seconds. his head shrunk, and his spidery tuft of hair coiffed into a short, neat cut. his dangling eye drew back into his face, and his swollen one deflated. he sprouted five manicured fingers where once claws had been. even the fetid rags that covered his body stitched themselves back into the memory of the clothes he wore in the photo, and when it was done, the mcgill was nothing more than a clean-cut fourteen-year-old boy who could have been his mother's pride and joy.

mikey touched his face, realizing what had happened and screamed. "you can't do this to me! i am the mcgill! you can't do this!" but it had already been done.

the monstrous image he had taken years to cultivate was gone, replaced by his own humanity. mary closed her locket. mission accomplished.

allie could only stare. this boy, this mikey- could this be the same person who had captured and chimed a thousand kids? allie had to remember that humanity had returned to his face, but it would take much more than a photograph to return it to his soul.

while everyone else just gawked, it was the high-strung boy scout who saw this moment for what it was. this was the moment of their liberation. and the moment of their revenge.

"get him!" he screamed, and he raced forward. with his hands still tied behind his back, he hurled himself at mikey mcgill, knocking him to the ground. the others were quick to follow, and in a few seconds, a thousand kids were pushing forward. with their feet their only weapons, they began kicking him, and with so many of them, they could have kicked mikey clear into the next world.

"no!"yelled mary, "stop!" but mob mentality had taken over, and no one was listening to her. the crowd became louder, wilder, as if the spirit of the twin pier marauders had filled them.

in the middle of it all, mikey suffered the stomping and kicking of this nightmare dance. it could not kill him. it could not even bruise him - but the pain of his absolute humiliation was far greater than any physical pain could have been.

"stop them!" he yelled to his crew, but he had no power over them now. instead of obeying his orders, his entire crew deserted, running from the pier in a panic, escaping into atlantic city just as the lone marauder had. mikey was now truly alone.

then someone began cutting the ropes that bound his captives' hands, and they weren't just kicking him anymore, they were swinging and pulling and trying their best to tear him apart.

this was not what the fortune predicted. the fortune was wrong! how could the fortune be wrong? it was only now, whipped and beaten down by the fury of the afterlights he had enslaved, that he came to see the truth. he was not the brave man the fortune spoke of. he was the cowardly soul.

with what strength mikey mcgill had left in him, he fought through the angry mob, toward the far end of the pier-because jumping into the sea and sinking back to the center of the earth would be a better fate than this.

there were very few who did not participate in the punishment of mikey mcgill.

allie, nick, and lief did not. neither did mary, vari, or even pinhead, who was the only crewman with the courage to stay. they didn't join the mob, but they didn't stop it either. mary did keep calling to the crowd, begging them to calm down and leave her brother be, but her voice was not even heard. in the end, she could only turn away.

"he's getting what he deserves," said nick.

"but we should do something," said allie. "this is awful!"

"no," said pinhead, sadly. "he came here to find his destiny, and he did. we have to let destiny take its course."

they watched the mob push closer to the end of the pier with mikey somewhere in the middle. and allie found, like mary, she couldn't look. instead she turned to pinhead, who picked up the two fortunes mikey had dropped.

" 'your victory waits at the piers of defeat.'" he read. "you wrote this, didn't you?"

"yes," allie admitted, "but that one about the thousand souls-that was real."

"not exactly," said pinhead. "you see, i found that old typewriter long before you did."

allie was both impressed and horrified. pinhead shrugged. "i had to think of something to keep the mcgill busy for the last twenty years."

the mob was almost down to the far end of the pier now. allie almost hoped that mikey would find a way to escape back onto the sulphur queen, but that wouldn't really be escape at all, because the mob would simply chime him, and spend the rest of time using him as an unbreakable pi