The Entity couldn't believe it. It's realm was being invaded, not by a true enemy, but by a fool that called himself the savior of humanity. Humanity, it scoffed. The realm had been specifically designed to dehumanize survivors, turn them into monsters, if they weren't already. It growled; it's food source becoming less and less
Ever since that man, Bill Overbeck, escaped its realm, it had desperately desired a subject as emotional as the old man. Despite its many claims, no one has come close to the amount of emotions that Bill produced. He was a man able to perform the ultimate sacrifice; himself.
However, the new arrival, Ash Williams, had only been making things worse. He turned an already desperate situation into an impossible escape for the starving menace; quite ironic given the circumstances. His partner, Cheryl Mason, certainly hasn't been helping. The Entity had one shot with it's small tendril and she protected the idiotic hero.
The Realm itself was beginning to fall apart, due to the weakened state of the Entity. Certain locations would mix with others; two killers or more would be in the same trial and up to ten survivors as well.
With five of its killers gone and the Realm in complete chaos, The Entity had very little hope that the realms killers would be able to stop Ash. Not even its strongest warriors. Eventually, the other survivors would realize that, with the Entity's weakened state, they could fight back alongside Ash and even escape, ending The Entity's long lifespan.
It couldn't allow that.
It wouldn't allow that.
The Entity needed to live; no matter the cost.
Whatever was necessary; the Entity was willing to do. Even if it meant revealing itself to the survivors, making itself vulnerable, which it couldn't help but consider.
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Dwight and Claudette were still very shocked as to what had occurred before them. Despite Ash and Cheryl disappearing for a few minutes, they couldn't help but stare at the spot where they once were. This hadn't happened before and with Ash it did.
Dwight kneeled down to the spot and felt it with his bruised hand; cut by the hooks and weapons many times over. The ground itself was hard as stone, making the man question how it was even possible for Ash and Cheryl to fall through. Then again, the Entity had an interesting sense of humor when it came to messing with the other survivors.
"Interesting." Dwight mumbled to himself.
"What, Dwight?" Claudette perked her head forward, trying to understand what Dwight mumbled.
"I wonder if the Entity found a new way to kill its prey. Although, why it hasn't done this to us yet is still a concern."
The two heard rustling in the cornfield behind them and they were both relieved to see David King emerge from the corn. He simply looked at Dwight.
"What's going on here? I heard gunshots. Where's the killer?" David said with a thick English accent.
"Well, a new guy just arrived and, somehow, within a few moments, we went from being chased to this man simply killing...well...the killer."
David cocked his head. "What the hell? You're sure?!"
Dwight nodded, smiling slightly.
"Holy shit! This is our ticket out of here! Where is he now?"
Dwight frowned. "That's the problem, David. He disappeared beneath the ground, him and Cheryl."
David sighed. "Not the poor lass. She's been through a lot. I'll find 'em and I'll make the Entity pay!" He cracked his knuckles as he finished.
The trio felt their hearts beating faster and they knew another killer was nearby. David turned around swiftly to face his foe and came face to face with the Trapper. However, he stood still, not moving or even attempting to attack the Englishman.
David raised his arms, ready to fight.
"David, don't! You know what happens when we fight back!" Claudette called out.
David turned back. "Well, if the killers can be killed, I'm going to try again! Fuck it, I'll keep trying! Not until I kill one myself!"
The Trapper seemed unfazed, but he still didn't move. He looked down and slowly set his weapon down, as well as dropping his trap.
David figured. He wasn't falling for the killers trap; he knew that this was just a trick.
"Come at me!" David yelled, his fists still raised.
The Trapper simply responded by kicking his weapon to David, swiftly bouncing across the dirt, stopping just beyond David's feet.
David quickly swiped up the cleaver and held it in front of him. However, he noticed that the weapon wasn't burning his hand; unlike the last time he tried.
"You dumb fuck! You really think I'm going to fall for it?" David stated, attempting to intimidate the Trapper.
However, a simple word caused the world to go silent for the three survivors, even the wind stopped blowing, it felt.
"No." The Trapper muttered behind his mask.
The three were shocked. This killer had killed them mercilessly and now he was here, almost asking to be killed. The monster simply looked up to David.
"Please, end my suffering." The Trapper muttered, almost completely muffled by the mask. "The Entity has lost its control over me and I want to die. I have killed many people and...i just want the suffering to end."
David stayed vigilant, keeping the weapon ahead of him to ensure that he was truthful. The Trapper slowly reached out to grab David's arm holding the weapon. David initially hesitated, but allowed the Trapper to continue. He placed the weapon at his throat and made a simple incision to indicate him being serious.
"Please...I can finally be set free from this place. Away from the Entity." The Trapper pleaded.
David couldn't help but smile. He loved seeing a killer finally come the their senses and beg for mercy. He went through so much pain, observed so much trauma, that any morals that he had left for the killers was almost non-existent. However, he was finding it difficult to slit the Trapper's throat. It felt dishonorable. He didn't defeat the Trapper; he just allowed David the opportunity.
"Well...What are you waiting for?" The Trapper stated, trying to aggravate David.
David stood divided between two decisions, both of which were obvious to him. He had no idea what to do next.
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Ash groaned as he leaned up against the wall of the courtyard; his chainsaw still running as if nothing happened. He felt his chest with his left hand and felt his injuries. He slid down to the floor, feeling weak from the blood loss.
"Ash, hang on. Let me check." Cheryl said, kneeling down to Ash.
Ash listened and removed his hand. Cheryl unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt to observe the injury, but she simply furrowed her brow as she realized that something was off. She peered to the lower half of Ash's shirt to see something wrapped around his waist.
"Ash, what the hell is this? Is this a man girdle?" Cheryl asked, confused.
Ash gritted his teeth. "So, it's a long story…"
"Save it, Ash." Cheryl snorted. "Regardless, it saved your life. It stopped most of the chainsaw."
Ash looked down at his injury and noticed that it stopped right before his man girdle. Surprisingly, it wasn't damaged, beaten up perhaps, but not destroyed.
As Ash continued to observe his injury, Cheryl stood up and looked around the courtyard. She felt uneasy, however, as in the middle of the courtyard lay a giant red circle with symbols that she couldn't understand.
Cheryl couldn't help but feel as if she had been here prior or perhaps her father was here at one point, but she couldn't recall which. She sniffled at the mere thought of her father traversing this place, fighting monsters, just to save her, his adopted daughter. His journey ended tragically and Cheryl couldn't help but recall every last detail. The moment that she walked into her apartment and saw him dead, blood falling from the injury in his chest and onto the family armchair. The memories cycled over and over again through Cheryl's head.
Ash looked from his injury up to Cheryl, who was standing still and with no sudden movements. He cocked his head.
"Hey, uh, Cheryl. Are you good?" Ash called, beginning to stand to his feet.
Cheryl felt a tear come to her eye as she remembered. The last time she was around him was after a long day of school when he came to pick her up. She didn't have a car, because her father wouldn't allow her to. He didn't want her to do much, really. The last thing they needed was to get caught by the cult that her father had defeated once prior.
Ash, curious, began to slowly approach Cheryl. He reached his good hand out to her and touched her shoulder. This still didn't faze Cheryl as she continued to reminisce.
At that moment, a voice called out that sounded very familiar.
"Cheryl!"
This snapped Cheryl out of her dais and she looked around to see where the voice came from. She turned around to see Ash, still somewhat confused.
"What the hell? Are you good?" Ash couldn't help but exaggerate.
"That was my father's voice. He called my name." Cheryl replied, calmly.
Ash squinted. "What the hell are you talking about? I called your name. I didn't hear anything."
Cheryl shook her head. "No, it wasn't you. I swear to god, it wasn't you.
Ash stayed silent, trying to process this confusing matter. Cheryl looked behind Ash to see a large clock tower in the corner of the courtyard. She watched as something appeared to her. Her eyes widened as she realized who it was. A man, or rather an illusion of a man, with a leather jacket, black v-neck and white tank top, combined with blue jeans, was climbing out of the clock tower, yet there was no opening.
She walked past Ash towards the illusion. The sight of her father, albeit a younger version, made her lip quiver. This was the first time she had seen him since that fateful day. She walked up to him, but he didn't acknowledge her, only mentioning how confused he was ending up in the same spot that he had come from.
The illusion walked right through Cheryl and towards the circle in the center of the courtyard. With that, the illusion slowly dissipated before her eyes. She couldn't help but feel the pain again, but she felt as if this was her father and he was still looking after her. She looked back to the clock-tower and began to piece together what she had seen. She approached where the illusion had emerged from and observed it.
A loud buzzing sound coming from her pocket was brought to her attention. She pulled out the Seal of Metatron; shaking violently as it emerged from her pocket. It fell from her hands, hitting the ground with a loud clanging sound. However, with this, the door to the clock tower opened swiftly, revealing a long passageway.
Ash walked up beside her, his chainsaw purring beside him. She began taking steps towards the passageway, but Ash stopped her.
"Hey, let me go first. Just in case something pops up." Ash said, lifting his chainsaw to correspond with his statement.
Cheryl nodded. "Alright then, lead the way.
Ash nodded slightly and pulled out his boomstick with his good hand. He cautiously entered the clock tower with Cheryl close behind. As the duo made a little bit of distance from the door, it slammed shut, trapping them both within it.