Before we get back into the story, I would like to say thank you to everyone who's reading this, and sorry for the long waits between chapters. Being in high school and having a job means that I can only work on this in the very limited free time I have. This chapter especially was difficult because I am admittedly not very good at fight scenes, and this took several revisions to get close to what I was envisioning. Thanks for understanding, and hope you enjoy!
The scene quickly shifts from the bright red boiler room, into something Michael is more familiar with; his house on the night he killed Judith. Michael tilts his head side to side, curiously examining the all too familiar house before him. Striding carefully towards the side of the house he peers into the same window he looked in on that fateful night all those years ago, and finds that Judith is once again fucking her boyfriend on the couch. Michael's eyes grow darker as he goes back around to the front door, using his shoulder to send the door crashing to the floor into jagged pieces. However, Judith has disappeared, as well as her sluttish boyfriend. Its grip tightens on its knife as it approaches the couch and stares down at the familiar clown mask that seems to be staring at him. Memories from long ago rise back up to the surface of his mind, distracting him momentarily. A piercingly shrill voice forces Michael to swing his head around and discovers Judith covered in stab wounds, blood trailing down her body just as it had that fateful night as she shouts manically at him, "YOU KILLED ME, YOU KILLED ME, YOU KILLED ME MICHAEL, I WAS YOUR SISTER YOU DUMB RETARDED FUCK!" While slashing at him with the exact same kitchen knife he had used on her. Despite numerous gashes across its chest, Michael continues unfazed and uses his own knife to rip open her throat.
To his bewilderment, she only cackles with laughter as torrents of thick red blood gushes down her throat and stains her frilled shirt. "You fucking idiot, you can't kill what's already dead!" she snarls, as Michael clenches his fists, eyes swimming with an uncontrollable darkness. If you were to look into his eyes at this moment, all you would find is hell itself, ready to drag you down into its depths. He approaches her again, muscles tense and knife ready to tear her to pieces. Before he can swing again, the scenery shifts again, this time to a catastrophic car crash in the middle of nowhere. Surveying the area, Michael takes in the raging inferno that was once a car and a slightly charred body that looks quite familiar. The body begins twitching and laughing, slowly getting up despite the numerous injuries that should have incapacitated her; Laurie. Michael's confusion grows as Laurie approaches him with one arm missing and the rest of her charred. "You failed Michael, you failed to find me and kill me before death caught up with me. You are a failure of a killer." She clutches at his mechanic suit as blood pours from her mouth all over him. Michael feels a tap on his shoulder and spins around slashing his knife at whatever touched him. "Hello Michael, long time no see; looks like your actions have finally caught up with you." Says a grim, younger version of Loomis as he takes aim with his trusty pistol. Deafening thunderclaps roar as the pistol fires six shots into Michael's chest and sends it stumbling backwards yet still upright. "It would be easier to just die Michael." Loomis smirks, disappearing into the fog swirling all around them like waiting predators, waiting to pounce.
Shaking its head slightly, The Shape regains its bearings, peering through the fog with eyes ablaze with fury. It takes a step forward and pauses when the sound of whispering meets his ears, gradually getting louder. Within seconds the voices are raging all around it, accusatory and rageful; howling like a hurricane Michael is bombarded by the all too familiar voices of his past victims. The intense volume of the cacophony of voices forces it to cover its ears in pain as the swirling wind of voices reaches an unbearable volume. After minutes of pure agony, Michael falls to his knees and the voices only get worse.
After what seems like hours, the voices finally die down and Michael rises to his feet, hatred brimming in its eyes as its gaze meets the face of the strangely burnt man wearing a fedora. "Trick or Treat Motherfucker." Freddy snarls, plunging his clawed knives into Michael's stomach and ripping it out just as quickly. Blood splatters across the floor but Michael makes no sounds of pain or even acknowledgment that he is irritated. Michael uses his free hand and gauges out Freddy's eyes with ease, hatred fueling its actions like never before. The only reaction Michael gets is a smirk and a punch that sends him across the room as he crashes into a heavy pipeline before collapsing to the floor. As Michael gets up slowly, the dream demon manipulates the surroundings again, sending multiple broken pipes in Michael's direction. Michael clambers to his feet only to be impaled by several of the pipes, much to Freddy's cruel amusement. His laughs echo across the entire room as Michael struggles to remove each pipe, blood pooling on the floor.
Despite his heavy blood loss and injuries, Michael maintains his composure, no sound of pain or discomfort coming from behind the emotionless mask. "You are really starting to piss me off fuck face, how about you just go to hell once and for all!" Freddy snarls before ending with a terrifying roar. Michael responds with a tilt of his head, taunting the cocky being before it. With inhuman speed, Freddy leaps at Michael eyes literally burning with pale fire, savagely clawing the emotionless mask; Michael counter-attacks and uses his arm to brutally knock Freddy back. It then takes advantage of Freddy's stunned state to strike with the precision of a cobra, knife easily tearing through Freddy's chest as its other hand rips his heart from his chest.
To Michael's dismay and Freddy's amusement, the heart continues to pump comically, causing Michael to crush it between his fingers as oozing blood drips down like water from a faucet. Even with a hole in his chest Freddy keeps on talking and taunting, "You mindless motherfucker, don't you know I'm already heartless!?" he cackles, retaliating with his powers over the dream realm. He sends Michael flying across the room like a ragdoll, impaling him on several poles of rebar, skewering him like a shish-kabob. Freddy teleports to Michael's position, raking his claws across his chest leaving several deep gashes straight to the bone. Unexpectedly, Michael head butts Freddy and rips himself off the rebar, swinging with dangerous precision as his trusty knife imbeds itself in Freddy's eye socket. Stumbling back, temporarily blinded, Michael takes the opportunity to get a firm grip on Freddy's skull and crush it like a can, sickening cracks resonating from it. Thinking quickly, Freddy uses his signature claws to slash his hand, forcing Michael to loosen his death grip. "If I didn't know any better, one might think you and Hockey Puck could be retarded twins!" Freddy snarls as he tries to think of a new tactic, "You have to be afraid of something...everyone fears something."
Michael ignores the dream demon's comments, choosing instead to grab the rebar he was recently attached to and swing a piece of it at Freddy's head. With the grace of a skilled killer, Freddy dodges it, only to be met with Michael's boot in the face. Another sickening crack resonates as his skull fractures, and nose breaks; but this is just the dream world. "I'm the one in control, don't you get it yet Captain Kirk?" He sneers, his powers again healing what should have been grievous injuries.
It doesn't react, again deciding to take action; wrapping its cold scarred hands around the dream dweller's throat effectively silencing him for the moment. In return, Freddy thrusts his clawed hand into Michael's throat, tearing a huge hole that would have killed a mortal in mere seconds. Michael's grip only tightens as blood pours from his new wound and from underneath his trusty mask. The death grip only slipping when Freddy teleports to a different location in the cursed boiler room that has led to the deaths of dozens upon dozens of children and teenagers. Freddy's voice echoes around the room, gravelly and full of malicious intent "Fine, if you wanna play dirty, I can play that game too!"
Michael's head turns slowly, scanning the room like a big cat searching for its next meal; even as Freddy prepares his next attack. Finally, its gaze rests on the familiar face of Tommy Doyle holding a small baseball bat. "You can't kill the boogeyman-" his small voice bounces around the room, echoing off the walls as he swings the bat with inhuman speed; earning a sickening crack from Michael's right knee.
In an instant the small figure disappears into the fog, only to be replaced by Loomis holding his loyal handgun. "You've fooled them, haven't you Michael?" Sending two well aimed shots into its eyes, temporarily blinding it.
Once he can see again, he is met by both Laurie and Judith; glares of hatred set on their faces as they both hold kitchen knives. "Are you afraid of us, Michael? Afraid you failed to fulfill your purpose?" Their voices are synchronized, blank as they approach Michael who now finds himself trapped by several thick chains wrapped around his arms and legs. However, it only cocks its head at the figures, infuriating Freddy that much more as the girls fade away revealing him. "How the fuck can you be so damn calm! Everybody has a fear, and if it takes me decades to discover yours, so be it!" he roars, rage overtaking his common sense as he flicks his wrist downwards.
Michael is sent to the ground with a jarring thud as the chains obey Freddy's orders, even as it breaks through several of them; new ones take their place quickly. Glancing upwards, Michael notices the now precariously swaying piece of machinery that must weigh at least a ton right over his prone body. "Try to get out of this one fucker!" Freddy comments smugly, before cackling with insanity.
With a deafening creak and the moan of metal giving away, the machine falls at a rapid pace towards the bound Boogeyman who only stares blankly at what could finally be his demise. The deafening boom that follows, and the crunching of bones signals the death of the Boogeyman as Freddy walks over cockily, eyes ablaze with victory. As Krueger's eyes meet what remains of Michael, all he sees is the right side of its body covered in blood, head twisted at an unnatural angle, and arm completely ripped out of its socket. Freddy chuckles in satisfaction, "I guess even the mighty Boogeyman couldn't defeat death itself."
As Freddy turns to leave however, he finds himself ensnared by the very much alive Michael; his hand wrapped tightly around his ankle. Michael's cold grey eyes blaze with fury as he slowly crushes his attackers ankle, dragging him back towards him. Freddy is surprised, but not caught totally off guard by this new development. "Alright then Mikey, it's about time you met an old friend of mine anyways! Wouldn't want you to miss out on having fun at summer camp now would we?" he snarls, ripping his foot off and watched as Michael slowly disappeared.
Michael opens his eyes slowly, only to find himself not in the last place he remembered. Instead, he was trapped underneath the carcass of a car it didn't even remember getting into. Shards of glass are embedded in every inch of its skin, as well as large pieces of metal that have torn several large gashes. From one large gash Its guts are hanging like rope as the flies swarm his body like miniature vultures; and if that wasn't gruesome enough, his head was going the completely wrong direction. Must have been a nasty crash.
It takes a deep breath before lashing out with one leg, sending the nearest door flying into the woods on the other side of the road with a cacophony of noise. Using its incredibly strength, it slowly drags itself like a zombie from the flipped car; carefully maneuvering far enough from the road to where it can heal for a while. Surrounded by thick trees and the sounds of content wildlife, it lets itself enter a healing trance, not knowing that it had trespassed on someone else's hunting grounds.