XXX Chapter 5 Starved
The Wraith was surprised by the Entity's disorganization.
He expected to be flanked by multiple killers at once. Instead, only the Clown came into view. The Clown was a deeply disturbed individual. Like many of the others, his evil existed long before the Entity got its hold on him. He even enjoyed working for the Entity, which should have been unthinkable.
A feeling of worry crawled over the Wraith's body. He sensed the survivor's nervousness as well. One time, perhaps years ago, the Clown told him a story of how he collected body parts from his victims. The Wraith would always remember the Clown's raspy, noxious voice. Whenever he told his putrid stories, saliva dribbled from his mouth like he was eagerly recalling the event.
The area's usual fog and darkness gave both sides a cover. The Wraith narrowed his ghost eyes as the Clown raised his rotting hand to throw a mixture of toxins. "Disperse," he ordered the survivors. They ran in different directions. He rung his bell.
The toxins clattered to the now vacant ground. Knowing that the Wraith was invisible, the Clown raised his arm to throw another bottle at the survivors instead. Before he could, the Wraith's own hand reached up to grab the Clown's wrist as he rematerialized. The Wraith groaned in disgust at being so close to the Clown's cancerous face. The Clown sneered up at the Wraith and tried to fight for his limb.
When the Clown couldn't free himself, he opened his hand and let the bottle of toxins explode into the Wraith. The specter groaned at the odor. For the first time in a long time, he was grateful for his body's ability to withstand things a normal person couldn't. The ghost body remained unaffected by the toxins.
The Wraith took his own weapon and smashed it onto the Clown's head. He felt perversely satisfied when the Clown's skull started caving in like a melon. The Clown roared, now knowing what it was like to feel the pain he inflicted on others. With one more sweep of his hand, the Wraith crushed his enemy's face completely.
Who's next? The Wraith thought, feeling cocky.
An echo from the Entity clamored through the environment as the Clown rattled onto the ground like his many broken bottles.
The world flickered again.
Meg appeared slowly from behind a bush. "Is he finally dead?" she asked.
The Wraith looked at her, astounded she had spoken to him. He nodded.
She stared into his blue eyes, finally seeing what Kate had seen. "Good. Thank you." Meg walked over to the Clown. Her face seized in disgust as she grabbed his knife. She hated touching the Clown as much as he did.
The others were amazed at how easily the Wraith dispensed of the evil Clown. The monster had easily killed Quentin, and the Wraith had killed it just as easily. Not even Kate looked at the Clown with pity.
The environment flickered around them again. They could see the real ground. They were getting closer! They just had to keep going so that the Entity would completely open up for them.
"I didn't think that it was possible," a voice said. It wasn't one of the survivors. They turned to see Freddy Krueger peering at them. He didn't show his usual sadism or notorious cockiness. He looked neutral. "Let me come with you. I don't wanna be here anymore, either."
Kate scowled. Krueger's reputation was well-known. He was evil and despicable. He was wicked in every sense of the word… but, he wasn't beaten by insanity like the other killers were. The others couldn't even hold a conversation. But how much of a chance would they be taking if they let him on their team?
"Don't give me that look," Krueger said. "The other killers are coming fast. You need help."
The Wraith considered him for a moment. Faster than a gun shot, he took his staff and launched it at Freddy's head, making sure the sharp end would cut into his forehead. Freddy fell to the floor. The survivor's gasped. "We don't need more allies," he explained in a whisper, walking off to collect his weapon. "We need to starve the Entity of rage."
Well, looks like he made the choice for us, Kate figured.
The Wraith sensed movement from multiple opponents up ahead. He tensed. A hiss escaped from his mouth. If he was disappointed by the Entity's organizational skills, he wasn't about to be anymore. The Trapper, Nurse, Huntress, Hag, Spirit, Legion, and the infamous Doctor made their way out of the fog. But where was Michael Myers?
"Watch for the Shape," the Wraith warned.
The Spirit, the Hag, and the Legion came at them. The Spirit's face was twisted with wrath as she slashed at the Wraith. The Wraith turned in time to miss most of the blow, although the sword's edge cut him across his chest. When she swung at him again, he caught her small wrist and squeezed so that she released the blade. She screamed her terrible shriek at him. Then he plunged her own blade into her abdomen. The Spirit vanished like air.
The other killers did not react at all to their fallen comrade—probably because she wasn't really a comrade. She was just somebody they killed with.
Meanwhile, the Hag had made her way over to the survivors, running in that unnatural way of hers. She set her sights on taking down Meg, who raised her dagger to defend herself. Bill stepped in with his chainsaw revved. He easily made contact, and the insane Hag fell to the ground in two pieces. He spat at the fallen being.
A hatchet was thrown. And then another one followed after it. One sliced Jake's arm, and another cut the back of Claudette's calf. Both dodged just in time to miss the full blow. Another was aimed straight at Nea's chest, and she batted at it with her tree branch, but the ax sliced through and hit her in the shoulder. Adam, Jeff, and Laurie helped her find cover.
Fuming with a cold anger, the Wraith grabbed a hatchet from the air and launched it back into the Huntress. She neatly dodged as she made her way closer and closer to the group. This pattern continued until he eventually hit her with his weapon. She battled death before she hit the ground, unable to believe she'd become the hunted. Her ridiculous rabbit mask fell to the ground next to her body.
Legion took the opening left by the Huntress. It was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. It usually moved like a firebolt, but the survivors could actually fight back this time. Legion lunged at David with its knife, but David sidestepped and swung his hammer at the thing. The blow pushed it back, but it recovered and lunged again.
Jeff charged with his chainsaw, but the monster miraculously dodged the lethal blow. Kate came behind and impulsively swung her tree branch over its head. She didn't know what came over her, but a sudden power invigorated her and gave her permission to fight back.
To her surprise, Dwight came right beside her with another tree branch that he used as a formidable club. He gave the monster a couple of quick blows to the side before pounding it over its back. The man's eyes were wide with adrenaline and vengeance.
Legion stumbled over its own feet, and the Wraith glided over to finish the killer. It tried to run after a survivor, but the Wraith grabbed its jacket. He knocked it to the ground with a hard swing of his weapon, and then he cut it with one more blow.
If the Wraith could smile, he would have. All he could do was partially move his stone mouth upwards slightly. The survivors were not useless.
Another echo from the Entity came. It screeched through their ears in a way that would drive them insane soon. The ground around them came crashing down like a building under a wrecking ball. The Wraith knew that it was over, and he was grateful because he hadn't wanted to face the Trapper, the insane Nurse, and especially not the evil Doctor.
He could still see them in the background, their demonic eyes twitching and their bodies itching for a fight.
They would never get the chance to hurt them again; the ground beneath them opened up, and they fell through to the other side.
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