Freddy vs Jason 2: The Rise of Michael Myers.
By BloodySimpsonChibi
Disclaimer: I do not own ANOES, Friday the 13th or Halloween
Prologue
"It all started the day I died."
The burned man stood alone in the boiler room, it's all-encompassing darkness barely broken by the hellish red tint of fire from a nearby furnace. The red tint also exposed a single green eye brimming with carnivorous fury on the man otherwise bathed in shadows.
"I still remember that day. The angry squawking of those bastards and bitches all because I killed their little children."
A crooked smile appeared on the man's face, revealing rotten yellowed teeth.
"And the burning pain that came afterwards."
The man winced at the memory of the flames. Even after all these years he could still feel the fire cooking his skin like a pot roast.
"What a bunch of idiots! They thought they killed me but they only made me stronger."
More memories. These of the past decade. These memories of bloody mattresses and slashes across bare flesh. Of rotting animal carcasses and screaming teenagers. The man's crooked smile grew even wider.
"I became something far beyond what anyone could have dreamed of. The ultimate nightmare!"
The man's smile slowly faded as he looked down to the floor.
"At least, until those assholes tried to get rid of me. I'll admit, I didn't expect them to go as far as they did. Locking up the piggies I managed to touch and drugging the rest with that God-forsaken Hypnocil!"
He gritted his decaying teeth in anger.
"But as bad as it was, it got so much worse when...HE...came into the picture!"
New memoires. Only these bore the image of a hockey masked man with the same bloodlust as the man thinking of him.
"It was so simple! All that walking cadaver had to do was kill a few lousy teenagers and go back home so I could take the credit and get back to doing what I do best! But no! That hockey puck had to start stealing my prey! He just wouldn't stop!"
The fire from the furnace began to dance wildly as if triggered by the man's rising anger.
"And then to top it off, when I tried to take him out myself, those damn kids interfered. They even took the asshole back to his shit hole of a camp for a home field advantage, whatever the fuck that meant."
Memories of the fight between the two killers and the dream man's death at the hands of, not the hockey masked killer, but of one of the survivors Lori, using the other's killer's machete to cut off his head. The man let out a frustrated howl as the flames around him rose high enough to touch the ceiling before shimmering back to their original size.
"But just like with the parents of Springwood, that decision ended up biting them in the ass."
The man smiled again.
"I must admit it was a surprise when I ended up right back in the dream realm instead of Hell. But it was a welcome one to be sure. If I had to take a guess, I would wager that the fear from that hockey puck's killing spree was still rampant. A gross oversight on Will and Lori's part."
The man chuckled to himself.
"I made sure to take them out first."
One more memory. This time of the night that the two teens comsummated their love. The man was there as well. Watching. Waiting.
He took Will out first. Caused his heart to stop beating. The first and only peaceful death this man would ever grant any of his victims. Next, he entered Lori's dream. He made sure to make this one hurt, disguising himself as Will and playing with her a little before going in for the kill. She deserved such a fate for killing the man in the waking world. And with that hockey puck's weapon no less.
"Since then, I've been busy. Haunting, stalking, killing. You'd think I'd be happy getting exactly what I wanted in the end."
The man's insidious smile faded again.
"But there's still one more pain in the ass I have to deal with and his name his Jason."
A flood of memories came crashing down around the man. Memories depicting the epic battle between the two monsters, both in the Dream Realm and in reality. The man was caught between pleasing memories of using Jason as a pinball and turning him into a child and upsetting memories of being thrown through the rooftops of cabins and being impaled with his own weaponized arm. He could not let Jason get away with that indignation. .
"I found a way out of Hell itself and I'll find a way to destroy Jason!"
The man raised his bladed glove high, ready to kill.
"Or my name isn't Freddy Fucking Krueger!"
"Easy John! Easy!" The fat man in construction attire instructed. He stood before the rotting mound of wood that at one time was the Crystal Lake Mess Hall. To the building's right stood a wreaking ball crane operated by the man named John.
"A little further back. A little further back." The other man commanded. "I don't wanna be taken out along with this building."
"Yeah yeah!" John replied with disinterest. "What ever you say Frank."
"I told you to call me boss!" Frank barked. "Just do your job!"
"Just do your job." John mumbled in a soft mocking voice. "Man, ever since he got promoted, Frank's been nothing but a giant dick." John swung the wreaking ball to the right and watched as it smashed through the old cabin, reducing the building to pieces of dead wood in a matter of moments.
"How'd you like that Frank?...Frank?" John looked around for his supervisor from his seat in the crane. As the dust cleared, he could not find any trace of Frank. What he did find was his hard hat abandoned on the ground.
"Frank?" John hopped off of the crane and quickly made his way to the hat. As he approached the lonely piece of equipment, he noticed a huge crack on the side. Cautiously, he picked it up and turned it over, only to immediately drop it when saw the blood soaked dent.
"What the fuck is this?" John whimpered. The sound of the crane whirring grabbed his attention and he turned around in time to see the wrecking ball rushing toward him. John only had time to scream as the ball smashed into his body, immediately liquefying it upon impact.
As the ball lost momentum and crawled to a standstill, a man jumped out from the crane. At least, it looked like a man from afar. This man slowly approached the spot where John and Frank had been standing but a minute ago. From behind his hockey mask, his one good eye glared at the bloody pulp on the ground. How many more of these invaders were going to show up before they got the message? With his work done, the masked man retreated into the woods.
It had been like this for the last three months. Since the battle, the man had been enjoying peace and quiet at his home at Camp Crystal Lake. No teens. No drugs. No one to bother him. Even the dream demon that had pretended to be his mother and led him away from home was gone, his head sitting in the cabin along with his mother's. For the first time in decades, he was at peace.
But then those men in hard hats started showing up. They brought machines with them and were using them to destroy this place. Knocking down the cabins. Digging up the earth. They even tried to drain the lake twice. This was not like anything the man had seen before. These men were destroying his home for no good reason.
This left him with only one option: kill. He returned to his old ways of killing, only this time, he wasn't killing teens, he was killing these men who were trying to take away his home. It was easy enough dispatching them but they just kept coming back, no matter how many he killed, when would it end?
The man made it back to his cabin deep in the woods. He swung the door open and entered the hovel of corpses and bones.
"Jason. My special little boy!"
He approached the severed head of his beloved mother who years ago was killed on the shores of this very lake,
"You've done well Jason. I don't know what those men are trying to accomplish but they can't be allowed to destroy our home! But you'll stop them, won't you Jason? You'll keep killing until they stop, won't you?"
Jason nodded slowly.
"Good boy. Now rest a little. You've earned it."
Jason nodded and headed for his dusty broken bed, passing the rotting head of the dream demon that tormented him a year ago. He hoped never to see him again as he laid in his bed and drifted off to sleep.
His name was Michael Myers. In the Halloween of 1963, he committed his first murder. His victim? His own sister Judith Myers. Stabbed to death in her room. After that night, things were never the same for Michael. His normal life was gone forever, his bedroom with toy spaceships hanging from the ceiling replaced with a bare padded cell and his once-loving family replaced by indifferent sanitarium workers and a slightly unhinged man named Dr. Loomis.
Of course, none of this bothered Michael in the slightest. He never once felt remorse or regret for what he had done. In fact, since that night, he never quite felt much of anything except a burning need to kill again. This was the only part of his 15 year confinement that actually seemed like a punishment to him, having to wait all that time o release the rage once again.
But it did happen. On Halloween 1978, Michael escaped and Haddonfield was never the same. For years, even when he was in a coma or being held back by some foolish cult that thought they knew how to control him, Michael's very existence plagued the town of Haddonfield with irreversible terror, his evil forever etched into it's soul.
Nobody knew why Michael killed, not even Michael himself. He never gave it much thought and when he did, he would come to the same conclusion. It was his family. He still felt the need to kill because he had not finished the job he had started with Judith. His parents had died in a car accident during his incarnation at Smith's Grove, leaving him with only one piece of the puzzle left; his sister Laurie Strode.
For a time, it felt like even she escaped his wrath through death and Michael had to settle for her daughter Jamie. He felt a connection with Jamie, a similar darkness to his dwelled within her. If it wasn't for the Man in Black and his cult interfering, who knows how Jamie's darkness could have developed. Such wasted potential.
After he eradicated the cult, as well as Dr. Loomis, Michael wasn't sure what to do with himself. He looked for Laurie again and, much to his surprise, discovered the collage where she led a new life under a new name. It took a few years, mostly thanks to Laurie killing a paramedic she thought was Michael, he was finally able to kill her with a stab to the gut. Michael was pleased for the first time in years, hoping that the rage would quell now that his entire family was dead.
But it didn't.
Not sure of what to do, Michael returned home to Haddonfield, opting to stay at his old empty house until he could figure it out. However, a group of teens hoping to be Internet stars were already there and Michael was able to alleviate his boredom by killing them one by one. At least until he found himself trapped in the basement as the building burned down.
Michael woke up in the morgue not long afterward. He killed the mortician with a scalpel to the throat before escaping. With Laurie gone and his house burned to the ground, Michael had no idea what to do anymore. This how he found himself wondering the countryside for the past few years. He still killed, of course, whenever someone came into his path but it wasn't the same without a specific target to torment with all that death. Michael was lost.
On this particular night, Michael was driving down the road in a blue tow trunk who's previous owner Michael had left gutted in a ditch. Sporting the blue mechanic's suit and pale white mask he had stolen soon after escaping the morgue, Michael drove on aimlessly. He did not know where he was going or what he intended to do. All he knew at the moment was that he was tired and that in the next town he came across, he would find a empty house and rest for awhile. And if he could not find an empty house, he would make one.
A sign appeared near the road as Michael drove on. Michael knew he was close to the nearest town and pressed forward. He silently hoped he would have to empty a house himself as he drove past the sign.
"WELCOME TO SPRINGWOOD! A NICE PLACE TO LIVE." The sign read
(Well there it is. My first new story in Goddess knows how long! Does this mean BSC has finally returned to Fanfiction for good? Well technically yes but let me explain. I started writing fanfiction over half a decade ago and looking back, I did have a decent track record. However, without getting into too much detail, someone's mistake ruined my life and left me in a downward spiral. After years of depression, I tried to at least finish the stories I started on here which, to be fair, I finished some of them. However, again without getting into too much detail, I fucked up and had to stop.
First off, I want to apologize to anyone who was waiting on the stories that I deleted instead of finished. Trust me, it hurt me as well erasing my stories but the thing is, I never planned an ending for them. That's the main problem with my writing as I came to figure out. I'm good at coming up with premises but no endings. Not whole stories. That's the main difference between my past stories and the stories I'm writing now. Every story I post from here on out will have a planned ending I will do my best to see through. I promise you.
Now a few pointers about this story:
-Yes. This is a fan-sequel to Freddy vs Jason. Since I was a kid, I always wanted to see these guys and Michael Myers duke it out.
-This Michael is a blend of the COT and H20 timelines. When I was a kid, I thought it was all one timeline like ANOES and F13 were. Please don't attack me for that.
-This story will focus mostly on the slashers. There will be some teen characters but they'll mostly be background characters.
-Before I officially start the story, there's another one I wanna post. I apologize if you like this story and promise to come back to it as soon as possible.
Let's have a great year everybody! BSC out!)