4. Luring the Killers inside
Natasha screamed when she turned the corner and ran straight into Deryck. He screamed too. "My god! Shut up before we get a fucking professor or someone to come by!" Natasha hissed.
Deryck was still breathing hard from the shock. "Easy for you to say. You're used to these things."
She pretended like she didn't hear him and paced down the halls of Hillcrest. While John and Heather were out there killer hunting, she was stuck making sure no one went inside the gym... With Deryck, heaven forbid. God, she needed some music badly. "I'm going."
"What?! Where?" Deryck sounded pitiful.
"I'm gonna find something." She snapped, quickening her pace. She heard Deryck make an odd noise behind her but ignored him, turning a corner and going down a hall.
- - -
She heard someone. Eliza stopped moving, her pain increasing. She needed to be moving her muscles, and letting the pain slowly stop. She looked up the road, using her above normal sight to see a girl. She recognized her. Eliza chose her steps carefully, stepping over twigs. Every step was correct until her foot hit a stick that was laying in the fallen, red leaves.
- - -
Heather whirled around, hearing something snap. She looked around frantically. She should have grabbed a flashlight. Thinking quick, she put the knife in between her pants and belt, like she wasn't armed and would look helpless. Now, she looked around carefully. There. She saw the figure, frozen and almost in mid-step. The way the figure was positioned, it was almost animalistic. By the shape, Heather knew it was this Eliza girl and forced a smile, while on the inside she was nervous.
"Eliza, is it?" She called out.
The figure took one step forward, making Heather's stomach lurch. Heather continued, "Wow. You're that pansy that's escaped from the loony bin, huh?"
The figure seemed unaffected by these words until the next phrase. Heather had said, "Going after THE Michael Myers. Man, even I can beat up that little chicken shit without breaking a sweat."
Eliza started walking, and soon made her way from the edge of the woods and unto the street. Heather started running but wouldn't stop her continuous shouts, "What? Am I insulting your boyfriend?"
Eliza's pace quickened almost to a jog and Heather was actually beginning to get some amusement out of it. "I'm sorry. According to that limp you have, has little Mikey been abusing you lately?"
- - -
John walked through the misty woods determined. Michael had hurt his family and everyone that even made eye contact with them and therefore Michael would pay. Screw this, John thought and stopped walking. "Come on out, Michael!" He shouted.
It echoed and John smiled to himself, as if crazy. "Michael? Are you scared or something?"
He turned in circles, scanning the woods around him. Little did he know, Michael watched in the shadows. And then 'The Shape' revealed himself by walking up and behind John. When John turned around to face Michael, he screamed and landed flat on his ass. Michael only stared, as he scrambled up and walked backwards. "Come on, Michael! Come and get me!"
Michael followed.
- - -
Natasha searched through the halls for any kind of room that can have any kind of music. Even something as stupid as rap would work right now. Once again, she was scared out of her mind when John busted through doors at the end of the hall. "Run! I've got Michael!" He was screaming and cackling all at once.
Natasha dived for a room and watched as John passed, then a few long seconds later, the shape of Michael. She was holding her breath and finally started breathing when she couldn't hear John running any more. Oh, god! She wasn't gonna stay here!
She burst open the same doors and started running somewhere she didn't really know. Natasha (even though she had just seen a killer up close) didn't want to bang on the guards small building to get charged with breaking and entering in. She crawled through the same thorny bushes and on the other side looked around her. Where to go? Everything was just woods and a part of the academy it would be impossible to get into. Taking the chance of perverts driving by, Natasha went down the road.
- - -
Clay and Emily had been having a make out session, when they heard a girlish scream. It's gotta be Deryck. "Don't worry, I'll check it out." Clay announced, and got up.
Emily, on the other hand, was as white as a ghost. "But. it's got to be Michael."
Clay flashed her a smile. "I bet Natasha just scared him again. That's all."
Emily wasn't convinced, and in the tiny storage closet they were in, she bunched herself up in the corner and watched Clay leave. Outside, Clay looked left and right. John was running like a maniac in the opposite direction. "Hey, what are you doing back? And where's -"
He turned just in time to see the white mask, except his eyes first fell on the knife. "-Michael?"
The killer grabbed Clay's head and twisted back. The movement made it look like Michael had broken Clay's neck, but by bringing up the knife and slitting a giant gash into his throat, you could see that his neck wasn't broken. Clay was dropped unto the tiles of the halls, and quickly died. Blood pooled around him in seconds and seeped underneath the janitors closet.
Emily whimpered, too scared to scream, as the red blood slowly made it's way into the closet. Outside, John saw Clay die right in front of his eyes. First he felt shock. Then the worst anger he had ever felt in his life. This time, Michael will die. Tonight. On his very own Halloween. The killer started following John, and now John slowed his pace, waiting for Michael to catch up.
- - -
Natasha was scared shitless when Heather came running into view. And then she saw what Heather was running from.
"Natasha! Get your ass out of here!" Heather shouted, but Natasha only slowly backed away when Eliza came limping into view. Heather had to grab Natasha by the arm and start pulling. They ran down the road. "Where's John? Is he still out there?" Heather asked as they ran.
"Michael's already in the academy," Natasha quickly explained, looking behind her at Eliza. The pain appeared to be gone from the leg injury, as the killer stared with the emotionless eyes at them both. "Is she gonna get us?"
"Nope. It's funny actually. You can insult her as much as you want!" Heather cackled.
Natasha just blinked. What the heck? Has everyone gone insane tonight?
- - -
Emily saw the door open and was about to scream when she realized it was Deryck. She leaped up and almost tripped over the nearly decapitated Clay. "He got Clay!" She screamed in his face.
Deryck winced. "So I see. We have to help Heather out. I think John locked Michael in the gym already."
"Where's Natasha?" Emily sniffed.
"Probably somewhere safe. You know that she manages to find places that no one can find. Come on!" He grabbed her wrist and they started down the halls. He was right. Michael was in the gym.
- - -
The masked murderer looked around him. John had run out of the exit door, locking it. The doors were made of metal. Even though Michael had a lot of strength, he still couldn't break a hole and unlock it from the inside with that heavy of material, especially when it was three inches thick. So now, he stopped and looked around him. There were locker rooms on the far side. He headed over that way and entered into the boys first.
All exit doors were locked. He got the same results with the girls locker rooms. Now, in the gym he just stood there in the center, waiting for the doors to open. And after time, they did. Two girls ran in. One of them held the door open while the other stood, waiting for another person to come in. And the Eliza did come in, easily falling for the bait of Heather as Natasha held the door open from a safe distance.
It was that girl again. Michael watched, wondering what was going on but knew that one would try to get him again, and fail like the other three times. And that was what happened. Eliza stopped trying to get the two girls and headed in Michael's direction. He cocked his head to the side. When would she get the idea that he was stronger?
- - -
John ran straight into Heather and Natasha, giving Heather a quick hug. "Thank god!"
Natasha just rolled her eyes. She really loved it how everyone was glad she was okay, too. They separated from their embrace, and Heather asked where everyone was.
"Deryck and Emily are together, most likely. And... And Clay's dead. Michael got him," John slowly told her the truth and everything he had witnessed.
Heather grew quiet. There was a long silence. "Shouldn't we find them, then?" Natasha asked.
They left to search.
- - -
Michael grabbed Eliza by the arm in mid-air when she tried to leap at him and swung her. She went flying into the metal doors, and slid down. The doors opened a crack. Eliza stood up, slightly swaying and began walking again towards Michael. Only he was already by her by the time she stood, and he gave her another huge shove. Her back hit the doors again and metal groaned.
Eliza realized what Michael was trying to do. He was using her to open the doors. On knees, she crawled away far enough from the doors so he wouldn't make her hit them again. Then she stood and turned around to see Michael. Now her anger was at its boiling point. She leapt up and grabbed his throat, landed on top of him, and now using both hands actually began to suffocate him.
Michael attempted to get up, but earned a big scratch across the chest. Now knowing that her teeth and nails were sharpened, Michael thought he knew enough about her to finally get rid of her. Michael got to his feet and was knocked down again by a shoulder-tackle. Michael blindly stabbed in front of him, and made contact was flesh, although not sure where the knife had landed. He looked up to see he had cut a large gash in her shoulder and it was bleeding.
Eliza made no noise. Her anger only grew along with the pain. She kicked him hard right in the side and the knife clattered to the floor. She dove for it and got it first. Now she had the blade. Michael was up again and saw she had the knife... But he was still stronger. Michael reached forward and tried to break her pale neck. She was easily lifted up off of the ground when he grabbed a hold of her neck and lifted, but slashed a deep cut into his arm. Michael dropped her, and she stabbed him again in the chest.
Now, Eliza was ready to attempt to chop him into pieces.
Arm excessively bleeding and useless, Michael took a step back, waiting for the pain in his arm to end. Now she took a leap and knocked him over into the same doors. This time they opened right in front of Natasha, Heather and John.
- - -
For a moment, both Michael and Eliza stared at the three. Then Emily, John and Natasha screamed and ran down the halls. Michael first got up and followed them, now focused on these three victims. Eliza dropped the knife and collapsed. Michael was a lot stronger than someone normal. She weakly attempted to blink, but her eyes slowly closed and everything grew black.
TBC
Natasha screamed when she turned the corner and ran straight into Deryck. He screamed too. "My god! Shut up before we get a fucking professor or someone to come by!" Natasha hissed.
Deryck was still breathing hard from the shock. "Easy for you to say. You're used to these things."
She pretended like she didn't hear him and paced down the halls of Hillcrest. While John and Heather were out there killer hunting, she was stuck making sure no one went inside the gym... With Deryck, heaven forbid. God, she needed some music badly. "I'm going."
"What?! Where?" Deryck sounded pitiful.
"I'm gonna find something." She snapped, quickening her pace. She heard Deryck make an odd noise behind her but ignored him, turning a corner and going down a hall.
- - -
She heard someone. Eliza stopped moving, her pain increasing. She needed to be moving her muscles, and letting the pain slowly stop. She looked up the road, using her above normal sight to see a girl. She recognized her. Eliza chose her steps carefully, stepping over twigs. Every step was correct until her foot hit a stick that was laying in the fallen, red leaves.
- - -
Heather whirled around, hearing something snap. She looked around frantically. She should have grabbed a flashlight. Thinking quick, she put the knife in between her pants and belt, like she wasn't armed and would look helpless. Now, she looked around carefully. There. She saw the figure, frozen and almost in mid-step. The way the figure was positioned, it was almost animalistic. By the shape, Heather knew it was this Eliza girl and forced a smile, while on the inside she was nervous.
"Eliza, is it?" She called out.
The figure took one step forward, making Heather's stomach lurch. Heather continued, "Wow. You're that pansy that's escaped from the loony bin, huh?"
The figure seemed unaffected by these words until the next phrase. Heather had said, "Going after THE Michael Myers. Man, even I can beat up that little chicken shit without breaking a sweat."
Eliza started walking, and soon made her way from the edge of the woods and unto the street. Heather started running but wouldn't stop her continuous shouts, "What? Am I insulting your boyfriend?"
Eliza's pace quickened almost to a jog and Heather was actually beginning to get some amusement out of it. "I'm sorry. According to that limp you have, has little Mikey been abusing you lately?"
- - -
John walked through the misty woods determined. Michael had hurt his family and everyone that even made eye contact with them and therefore Michael would pay. Screw this, John thought and stopped walking. "Come on out, Michael!" He shouted.
It echoed and John smiled to himself, as if crazy. "Michael? Are you scared or something?"
He turned in circles, scanning the woods around him. Little did he know, Michael watched in the shadows. And then 'The Shape' revealed himself by walking up and behind John. When John turned around to face Michael, he screamed and landed flat on his ass. Michael only stared, as he scrambled up and walked backwards. "Come on, Michael! Come and get me!"
Michael followed.
- - -
Natasha searched through the halls for any kind of room that can have any kind of music. Even something as stupid as rap would work right now. Once again, she was scared out of her mind when John busted through doors at the end of the hall. "Run! I've got Michael!" He was screaming and cackling all at once.
Natasha dived for a room and watched as John passed, then a few long seconds later, the shape of Michael. She was holding her breath and finally started breathing when she couldn't hear John running any more. Oh, god! She wasn't gonna stay here!
She burst open the same doors and started running somewhere she didn't really know. Natasha (even though she had just seen a killer up close) didn't want to bang on the guards small building to get charged with breaking and entering in. She crawled through the same thorny bushes and on the other side looked around her. Where to go? Everything was just woods and a part of the academy it would be impossible to get into. Taking the chance of perverts driving by, Natasha went down the road.
- - -
Clay and Emily had been having a make out session, when they heard a girlish scream. It's gotta be Deryck. "Don't worry, I'll check it out." Clay announced, and got up.
Emily, on the other hand, was as white as a ghost. "But. it's got to be Michael."
Clay flashed her a smile. "I bet Natasha just scared him again. That's all."
Emily wasn't convinced, and in the tiny storage closet they were in, she bunched herself up in the corner and watched Clay leave. Outside, Clay looked left and right. John was running like a maniac in the opposite direction. "Hey, what are you doing back? And where's -"
He turned just in time to see the white mask, except his eyes first fell on the knife. "-Michael?"
The killer grabbed Clay's head and twisted back. The movement made it look like Michael had broken Clay's neck, but by bringing up the knife and slitting a giant gash into his throat, you could see that his neck wasn't broken. Clay was dropped unto the tiles of the halls, and quickly died. Blood pooled around him in seconds and seeped underneath the janitors closet.
Emily whimpered, too scared to scream, as the red blood slowly made it's way into the closet. Outside, John saw Clay die right in front of his eyes. First he felt shock. Then the worst anger he had ever felt in his life. This time, Michael will die. Tonight. On his very own Halloween. The killer started following John, and now John slowed his pace, waiting for Michael to catch up.
- - -
Natasha was scared shitless when Heather came running into view. And then she saw what Heather was running from.
"Natasha! Get your ass out of here!" Heather shouted, but Natasha only slowly backed away when Eliza came limping into view. Heather had to grab Natasha by the arm and start pulling. They ran down the road. "Where's John? Is he still out there?" Heather asked as they ran.
"Michael's already in the academy," Natasha quickly explained, looking behind her at Eliza. The pain appeared to be gone from the leg injury, as the killer stared with the emotionless eyes at them both. "Is she gonna get us?"
"Nope. It's funny actually. You can insult her as much as you want!" Heather cackled.
Natasha just blinked. What the heck? Has everyone gone insane tonight?
- - -
Emily saw the door open and was about to scream when she realized it was Deryck. She leaped up and almost tripped over the nearly decapitated Clay. "He got Clay!" She screamed in his face.
Deryck winced. "So I see. We have to help Heather out. I think John locked Michael in the gym already."
"Where's Natasha?" Emily sniffed.
"Probably somewhere safe. You know that she manages to find places that no one can find. Come on!" He grabbed her wrist and they started down the halls. He was right. Michael was in the gym.
- - -
The masked murderer looked around him. John had run out of the exit door, locking it. The doors were made of metal. Even though Michael had a lot of strength, he still couldn't break a hole and unlock it from the inside with that heavy of material, especially when it was three inches thick. So now, he stopped and looked around him. There were locker rooms on the far side. He headed over that way and entered into the boys first.
All exit doors were locked. He got the same results with the girls locker rooms. Now, in the gym he just stood there in the center, waiting for the doors to open. And after time, they did. Two girls ran in. One of them held the door open while the other stood, waiting for another person to come in. And the Eliza did come in, easily falling for the bait of Heather as Natasha held the door open from a safe distance.
It was that girl again. Michael watched, wondering what was going on but knew that one would try to get him again, and fail like the other three times. And that was what happened. Eliza stopped trying to get the two girls and headed in Michael's direction. He cocked his head to the side. When would she get the idea that he was stronger?
- - -
John ran straight into Heather and Natasha, giving Heather a quick hug. "Thank god!"
Natasha just rolled her eyes. She really loved it how everyone was glad she was okay, too. They separated from their embrace, and Heather asked where everyone was.
"Deryck and Emily are together, most likely. And... And Clay's dead. Michael got him," John slowly told her the truth and everything he had witnessed.
Heather grew quiet. There was a long silence. "Shouldn't we find them, then?" Natasha asked.
They left to search.
- - -
Michael grabbed Eliza by the arm in mid-air when she tried to leap at him and swung her. She went flying into the metal doors, and slid down. The doors opened a crack. Eliza stood up, slightly swaying and began walking again towards Michael. Only he was already by her by the time she stood, and he gave her another huge shove. Her back hit the doors again and metal groaned.
Eliza realized what Michael was trying to do. He was using her to open the doors. On knees, she crawled away far enough from the doors so he wouldn't make her hit them again. Then she stood and turned around to see Michael. Now her anger was at its boiling point. She leapt up and grabbed his throat, landed on top of him, and now using both hands actually began to suffocate him.
Michael attempted to get up, but earned a big scratch across the chest. Now knowing that her teeth and nails were sharpened, Michael thought he knew enough about her to finally get rid of her. Michael got to his feet and was knocked down again by a shoulder-tackle. Michael blindly stabbed in front of him, and made contact was flesh, although not sure where the knife had landed. He looked up to see he had cut a large gash in her shoulder and it was bleeding.
Eliza made no noise. Her anger only grew along with the pain. She kicked him hard right in the side and the knife clattered to the floor. She dove for it and got it first. Now she had the blade. Michael was up again and saw she had the knife... But he was still stronger. Michael reached forward and tried to break her pale neck. She was easily lifted up off of the ground when he grabbed a hold of her neck and lifted, but slashed a deep cut into his arm. Michael dropped her, and she stabbed him again in the chest.
Now, Eliza was ready to attempt to chop him into pieces.
Arm excessively bleeding and useless, Michael took a step back, waiting for the pain in his arm to end. Now she took a leap and knocked him over into the same doors. This time they opened right in front of Natasha, Heather and John.
- - -
For a moment, both Michael and Eliza stared at the three. Then Emily, John and Natasha screamed and ran down the halls. Michael first got up and followed them, now focused on these three victims. Eliza dropped the knife and collapsed. Michael was a lot stronger than someone normal. She weakly attempted to blink, but her eyes slowly closed and everything grew black.
TBC