Batman vs The 6 6 6

Chapter 1: 80's Horror Makes a Comeback

It was a gloomy night on October 13th. Friday the 13th to be precise. The fog was thick due to the lake nearby and it was visibly hard to see for the two men driving a security transport truck which happened to be escorting Michael Myers from Smiths Grove to Arkham Asylum. Michael had been in a comatose state for the last 20 years. Dr. Loomis could no longer study Michael due to his own health conditions and arranged for Professor Hugo Strange to further his studies at Arkham Asylum.

Suddenly, just when the transport truck had finally made it beyond the thick fog, the driver of the truck was startled because he noticed that someone was standing directly in the middle of the road. He turned the wheel as sharp as he could to avoid hitting the person. The sudden jerk of the wheel caused the transport truck to flip over onto its driver's side and then skid into a ditch.

After coming to an abrupt halt, due to the truck hitting a large tree, the two security guards inside the truck were badly shaken up, but still conscious.

"What the HELL was THAT MORON doing out in the middle of the road!?" The driver bellowed, rubbing his neck, feeling the whiplash from the crash.

"It looked like some dude in a mask!" The passenger replied, shaking his head, still a bit delirious from the sudden accident.

Both men looked back at Michael Myers who was chained up, still looking lifeless in a comatose state, fallen over in his chair which was now parallel to the ground thanks to the truck flipping over on its side. The two men tried using the CB Radio to call for help, but it wasn't working due to the fact that the large radio antenna was snapped off during the wreck. Then, they tried using their cell phones to call for help, but there was no signal because they were at least an hour away from civilization.

"See if you can get the passenger side door open. I'll stay with the cargo." The driver insisted, the cargo being Michael Myers.

"Sounds good to me. I don't want to be left in here with that freak." The passenger piped up.

"Just be careful out there. Have your gun ready."

The passenger door was stuck at first, but after a couple hard nudges it finally opened up. The passenger then climbed up onto the side of the truck and made his way down to the ground. He took out his flashlight and shined it off into the distance where they nearly hit the man wearing the mask, but whoever it might have been, they were no longer there. He kept his hand on his hip where his gun was located, just like the driver asked him to do. He then walked closer to where he thought they nearly hit him and shined his flashlight down at the ground. He could see fresh muddy footprints that seemed to lead to the other side of the road. He proceeded to follow the large muddy footprints. When he made it to the other side of the road he noticed a sign laying down on the ground. It read, Camp Crystal Lake. The sign was old and looked like it might have been laying down in the ditch for quite some time.

The passenger shined the flashlight off into the wooded area where the muddy footprints ended to see if someone was hiding, but there was nobody there to be seen. He then decided to double back to the transport truck.


Meanwhile, inside the truck, the driver awaited his partner's return. Suddenly the driver heard the sound of a thud banging on the outside metal of the truck. It sounded like a bull was trying to attack the truck with his horns. The banging stopped after a couple seconds.

"Jay, is that you? What's going on out there!?" He blurted.

Jay didn't answer.

The driver then decided to climb up to the passenger door and peek his head out of the cab. "Yo! Jay! What's going on buddy!? What's up with all that loud banging out here?"

Jay still didn't answer.

The driver then heard footsteps coming closer towards him. He tried pulling out his flashlight to get a better look, but his arm bumped into the side mirror, causing the flashlight to get knocked out of his hand and then also causing it to fall down towards the driver's side door. He quickly made his way back down to pick it up. However, just as he knelt down to pick up the flashlight, Jay's body suddenly smashed into the windshield of the truck causing the windshield to crack. Jay's face looked like it was being pressed against the glass rather hard. The driver could hear Jay's head cracking at the same time the windshield was cracking. The windshield was bullet proof and it was rather hard to penetrate, which was unfortunate for Jay.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" The driver blurted, startled, pulling out his gun and pointing it at the windshield.

Jay's body was then abruptly pulled off of the windshield revealing a man wearing a hockey mask. The mysterious masked man then used Jay's body to shatter the rest of the windshield by bashing him against the glass several more times.

Finally the weight of Jay's body was forcefully thrusted into the truck, causing shards of glass to fly everywhere.

The driver tried to check Jay's pulse, but he was clearly dead and his head was split open like a melon. He rolled Jay's body over, only to find the large radio antenna, which was once attached to the truck, now protruding from out of Jay's back.

Pissed off and scared, the driver fired several shots in the direction of the newly busted out windshield, hoping to hit the maniac on the outside.

After sporadically firing off shots, one of the bullets suddenly ricocheted off the inside wall of the metal truck and struck Michael directly in his back shoulder area, but Michael didn't even flinch.

The driver slowly crawled past Michael and headed for the back door. He figured it was his only escape. Suddenly just as he made it to the back-

SWOOSH! The back door was completely ripped from off of its hinges and tossed to the ground.

Jason Voorhees stood tall with a large machete in one hand and a clenched fist in the other.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The driver fired his weapon, hitting Jason three times in the chest. Jason stumbled backwards for a second, but soon regained his horrifying stance.

The driver pulled the trigger several more times in fear.

BANG! BANG! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! The gun was out of bullets.

Jason then grabbed the driver by the leg and pulled him up from out of the truck and held him upside down by his ankles. And with one vicious swipe of his machete, the driver's head was completely lopped off.

Jason then noticed Michael lying on the ground, still strapped to his chair and unresponsive. Jason didn't know who Michael Myers was. To Jason, Michael was just someone else he could kill for trespassing on his territory. Jason then decided to stab Michael a couple times just to make sure he was dead.

Michael still never budged. Jason figured he must have died in the car crash. Moments later Jason left the scene knowing the police would be there soon and he loved watching them work from off in the distance, plotting his next possible kill.


Twenty minutes later a group of teenage boys were driving past Crystal Lake and they noticed the wrecked transport truck which had been turned over on its side and was stuck in the ditch.

They quickly jumped out of their car and made their way towards the truck to see if they could be of any assistance.

One of them noticed the blood splatters near the terribly busted windshield. "Damn! It looks like a bull attacked this truck!" he exclaimed.

"Dude, that looks like the work of a couple bulls!" another retorted.

They pulled out their cellphones and shined their lights into the truck. They saw Michael's body shackled up to the seat, but the two security guards were no longer in visible sight because Jason had moved their bodies. However, there was quite a large trail of blood near the back door.

One of the guys reached through the window and opened up the glove compartment to see if they could get any information on who the driver was that wrecked the vehicle. He found the paperwork which explained the transport of Michael Myers from Smiths Grove to Arkham Asylum.

"Holy SHIT dude! Do you know who that guy is strapped to the chair!?"

"Looks like a dead guy if you ask me." Another guy replied. "He's got a bullet hole in his back and several cut marks near his side. I'm pretty sure he's dead."

"No, DUDE, this is MICHAEL FREAKIN' MYERS!" He declared. "This is the guy that killed his sister and then tried hunting down his other sister several years later!"

"It just looks like an old man to me." One guy said, not knowing exactly what Michael looked like without his mask. "Hey! As a matter of fact!... Wait right here!" He insisted, running off to grab something from out of his car.


Meanwhile, despite being in a comatose state, Michael began having a dream. He hadn't dreamt of anything for quite a long time. But this was not a dream… IT WAS A NIGHTMARE.

He could see himself as a child again. The skies were always dark in his memories. Everywhere he looked all he could see were evil distorted faces.

He remembered that fatal night when he killed his sister. Staring into the window, watching his sister make out with her boyfriend. They both looked like evil distorted demons to him. He remembered how his parents told him they would be home in time to take him trick-r-treating, but they were running late and most of the trick-r-treating festivities were finishing up.

He remembered walking into the kitchen wearing his clown mask and grabbing a butcher knife from off the counter. He knew he needed to kill the evil demon that his sister had become.

He then climbed a flight of steps and entered into his sister's room. She was half naked when Michael caught her off guard. He then began stabbing her. Despite her cries, pleading for him to stop, he still continued stabbing her until she was dead.


Meanwhile, the teenage boy had made it back to the truck after retrieving something from out of the trunk of his car.

As he climbed into the truck he had something hiding behind his back and then revealed it to the other guys. "It's the Michael Myers mask!" He exclaimed, holding it in the air. "I was going to wear it to a halloween party this year.!"

He then proceeded to put the mask over Michael Myers' head.

"What the hell are you doing man? That's a dead body! You can't mess with a crime scene like that!"

"Chill dude! I'm just going to take a couple pictures!" He said, pulling out his phone and turning on the camera.


Meanwhile, at the same time the kids were taking pictures, Michael was still having his nightmare.

He remembered how disappointed and frightened his parents looked when they pulled up to the house, knowing something terrible must have happened because Michael was still holding a bloody knife in his hand. Their faces looked evil and distorted as they rushed into the house, only to find Judith Myers stabbed to death. The police officers that showed up moments later looked evil and distorted. The doctors and psychiatrists at Smiths Grove also looked evil and distorted. This was a lot for a six year old boy to endure. He wished all the demons would simply just go away.

Suddenly, Michael dreamt that his chest was getting ripped open by several razor sharp instruments which were attached to a black leather glove.

Michael's body was being ripped apart at the sternum, allowing a tall skinny gentleman to exit from out of Michael's open chest. The man had burnt skin all over. He was wearing a striped red and green sweater and a fedora on his bald and burnt scalp.

"Now that's how you make an entrance FUCKER!" Freddy proudly proclaimed.

To Michael, Freddy's burnt appearance didn't look as evil as most of the human faces he had seen in the past. It actually looked genuine and not fake like the other evil humans.

"You've been asleep for a long time Michael. You thought you had killed the last of your bloodline, but… YOU WERE WRONG! LAURIE STRODE A.K.A. CYNTHIA MYERS IS STILL ALIVE!" Freddy declared.

Michael began to get irritated. He didn't believe it was true. He remembered seeing Laurie fall from a tall building and land directly on the concrete. There was no way she survived the fall.

"WRONG!" Freddy blurted. "She did survive! The evil woman DID in fact survive. Did you think you could kill something that evil so easily?" he toyed.

Michael looked up at Freddy with a cold dead stare. He just wanted that FRIED ASSHOLE to leave him alone.

"I see it's going to take a lot more convincing to get you to believe me!" Freddy exclaimed, reaching back with his infamous right glove, sharp razors fully extended, ready to swipe at Michael's face. "It's time to wake up, MICHAEL!" He demanded, swiping down at Michael's mask. "She lives on Elm Street!" Freddy's voice then faded away.


Suddenly, the teenage boys who were taking pictures were startled when four slash marks appeared across Michael's mask from out of nowhere.

"Dude! What the hell was that!?"

"Hell if I know! I didn't cut the mask!"

"No shit! They just appeared out of nowhere!"

"That's crazy dude! I'm getting the hell out of here man!"

"Me too!"

All four of them tried making their way out of the truck, but the last guy who tried to exit through the passenger door wasn't so lucky. Michael had regained consciousness, broke from his restraints, and grabbed the teenager before he could get out. Wouldn't you know it, it was the boy that ran off to his car to grab the Michael Myers mask earlier.

"HELP!" He cried out, trying to shake free from Michael's cold grasp.

One of the other teenagers heard his cry for help and climbed back on top of the truck to give him a hand. Just as he grabbed hold of his friend's hand and tried pulling him up, a mysterious figure appeared from off in the distance. It looked as if the figure was holding a machete.

"C'mon man! Get me out of here! This maniac has got a hold of my leg!"

"Dude, I'm trying, but it looks like there is another maniac out here!"

Michael refused to let go of the boy, and in one strong tug, Michael managed to pull both boys down into the truck.

Meanwhile, the other two teenage boys tried getting into their car, but after starting the engine and trying to peel away, the car wouldn't move. They looked out of their windows to see what was holding them back. They were amazed to see that it was Jason Voorhees picking up on their back bumper, not allowing the car to move.

"How the hell is he doing that!?"

"I think I'm starting to realize what might have attacked the truck!"

"Try putting it in reverse!"

The teen threw the car in reverse. Just as he did Jason released the car. And because the gas pedal was floored so hard in reverse, the car sped backwards and smashed into a tree, causing the boys to become disoriented.

Before they knew it, Jason had pulled one of them out of the car and began smashing the boy's head in with his large boot, squashing it like a grape.

The other boy was trapped in the car. His door was pinned against a tree.

Jason proceeded to climb onto the top of the car. With a simple stroke from his machete, Jason plunged the blade through the top metal roof of the car and into the boy's head, killing him instantly.


In the meantime, Michael was also having his way with the evil teenage boys. Trapped in a corner like mice, he proceeded to snap both of their necks, showing no mercy or remorse.

He then exited out from the backside of the truck.

That's when he saw Jason standing near the wrecked car.

Jason also noticed Michael as he was exiting the truck.

They both approached each other.

Michael looked down at Jason's machete, and then Michael looked back down at his own side where Jason had stabbed him earlier in the truck, and he wanted his revenge.

Just as they stepped in to do battle-

WHOOP! WHOOP! Police sirens could be heard blaring from off in the near distance.

Both Michael and Jason chose to go their separate ways before the police could show up.

Jason went back to his hidden wooded area and Michael went on the hunt for his sister, Laurie Strode. Michael was going to Elm Street.