A New Kind of Curse
Chapter Three
I always knew that you'd come back to get me
And you always knew that it wouldn't be easy
To go back to the start to see where it all began
Or end up at the bottom to watch how it all ends
Cold, swirling blackness enveloped two beings standing face to face within a plane of incomprehensible, unexplainable reality. The air was thick and heavy, livable only for something like these two... creatures, or monsters, as a mere human would call them.
The creatures communicated, but not in a way that any regular person could fathom... indescribable in its nature, and only translateable by the two engulfed within it. So as you read these words on a page, please understand that this is not the way it truly was spoken.
Each being stared at each other with a certain contempt that could only be seen between two rivals of incredible power; one that was initially powerless in any other environment than it was currently in, and the other, powerful in any environment except the one that it was currently in.
And so explains the relationship between the Entity and Michael Myers.
Way back when, in the creation of this game, as some may call it, the Entity came across a deal with some greater power, and managed to capture many horrendous beings within its control, granting them power only within certain stages, or maps, as some call them, of this "life", where the Entity may be inaccessible and therefore unharmed by these creatures who are much stronger than itself. And as it is now, these creatures have not yet discovered a way to usurp the power of the Entity, and take back their righteous freedom to murder by their own free will.
This is the only way that a force such as Myers could possibly be captured and detained, and forced to commit a will other than its own. Quite pathetic of the Entity itself, although the Entity always seemed to believe itself to be the king of all kings. Myers, though, knew the difference between himself and this monster. He had never forgotten his true power, the way some of the other "killers" had. The Nurse, The Witch, The Doctor, and The Trapper, for example. Each had almost completely forgotten their pasts, while Michael always remembered and held onto his insatiable lust for the slicing of flesh, spatters of blood, and gurgles of pain that he'd retained from the "real" world. All the while, most of the others forgot their memories and continued to work under the Entity's basic contracts, while Michael's dreams of unrestricted slaughter often reappeared freshly within his deeply tainted, evil mind.
But now he stood, characteristically still, but actually listening to the orders given to him by another being.
The Entity spoke to him with contempt, as it always had. Not many could understand the actual emotions that came from this being, although Michael was able to recognize them without a moment's thought. This being was, quite simply, jealous... after all, why would it dispose of other creatures to commit these amounts of bloodshed if it wasn't capable of doing so itself? A creature who so strongly thirsted for blood, but would hardly reach out its own claws to commit the deed, until the deed was already done... its actions speak for itself. Weak, powerless... that is, until it found a way to utilize the immense power of others.
And so, Michael Myers looked down upon the Entity in a way that no killer had thought to before, for reasons no killer had recognized before. The Entity saw this, and resented him deeply for knowing the truth that it so forcibly denied. But Michael stood tall, unafraid of the Entity and the fate it promised upon its monstrous victims who refused to follow its will; a fate which still had yet to be seen. Michael had considered that this fate didn't even exit.
But that day was coming. Albeit slowly, Michael was planning his escape. He would take down the Entity and continue his evil reign. All he needed was time...
And, quite possibly... a human.
At first, the thought for Michael was absolutely unfathomable. As was said earlier, these thoughts are not accurately represented on paper, but will be expressed in a way that other worldly beings, who were not produced within an undefinible realm of evil, may understand.
Therefore, the thoughts of a human aiding him in escaping this realm were, in the very least, quite undesirable. That is, until he came across a human girl who was so careless and unwary of herself, that she would put herself in danger in order to experience something other than constant fear and torture. Myers was able to recognize this as soon as her face wisped forward within mere inches of his own, concealed beneath an ugly, trademark white-faced mask, while her fearful yet excited eyes flashed above him, sparking his curiosity. No one had ever dared to step close to him before. Actually, he had attempted this "sleeping" trick many times before, but to no avail, simply losing the 'matches' surprisingly quickly and consequently losing his 'points' with the Entity, which truly had no meaning to him. And so, Michael was utterly astonished when the girl crept closer and closer to him, leaning over his face, but not stopping there... actually, continuing to molest him moments later, which resulted in a feeling he had never come close to experiencing before. And so, he had seen in this girl, something he had never seen before.
Something he not only needed, but something he wanted.
Something he was willing to argue for, even if it meant a fate that he couldn't guaruntee. Michael could never know exactly what would be in store for him after he suggested the Entity to bring a humaninto this realm alongside him, to aid him in his "fight against the other humans".
As expected, the Entity was never receptive to this idea, although thankfully, she never hinted that she felt Michael could be suggesting this based off any other notion than wanting to defeat the survivors.
As time progressed, Michael found himself unable to pursue survivors with any true satisfaction or endearment, and therefore the process meant nothing to him. Dwight after Dwight, Jake after Jake, Nea after Nea... they all looked the same to him, and somehow, he never came across her again.
Once again, he found himself within the chamber of the Entity's grasp, summoned again to answer her meaningless, vapid questions.
As it came to be, as soon as she was face to face with him, one of these questions arose, dense with ignorance. "Michael, why are you failing so miserably?"
Michael stood calmly in response. Somewhere within his 'spirit', as one might call it, a condescending chuckle arose. What a human might describe as a sigh emanated from within him, as he forced himself not to lunge forward and attack the Entity; something he knew would be of no use in the state of displacement he was currently stuck in.
"Almighty Entity," Michael bared through spiritually gritted teeth, as the killers were forced to address her. "My power is nearly extinguished. As I mentioned before, I need something to support me."
"The infamous Michael Myers needs a support system?" sneered the Entity, improfessional as ever, as if it had ever lifted a finger of its own to complete these arduous contracts. "How could you possibly require a support system?"
Myers' initial response was a stereotypical silence. Until suddenly, he grumbled, "My power fades daily as these stages do not stimulate or challenge me." He glared at the Entity through his white-faced mask. "Survivors grow in power daily, while we Killers remain the same. Fix this. Or I will disappear, and your revenues will cease dramatically."
The Entity remained motionless for a moment, its spidery arms twitching slightly and conveying an emotion it did not intend for Myers to notice: an apparent feeling of discomfort. How could he possibly know about its revenues? And how could he be aware of the revenues it managed to generate off of the killers, let alone the revenues from Myers himself?
The Entity knew what Michael wanted, as he had suggested it before, but it caused the Entity enough stress that it had never actually considered the thought. But when it was stated the way Michael had told it just now, the words made sense. Right? Nearly every killers' gains had diminished within the last few months of 'game' time, and absolutely no revenues had risen. Actually, many revenues had diminshed and many remained the same.
The Entity took a moment to consider this, its inky black limbs twitching this way and that. The creature was thinking very hard, as Michael could see, although he knew it would be quite foolish for it to turn down his offer once again, as it was quite true that almost no killer was doing very well since some recent advances in survivor technology.
"Well, Michael," the Entity began, addressing him as some sort of hopeless child. "You had better hope this suits you, and aids you in your advances. Because, simply put, if nothing is gained from this, you will be gone; forever."
Although indescerinible to the naked eye, Michael grinned mischeviously beneath the mask.
This is exactly as he had planned for. This was his escape.