For Myers, this trivial defeat was nothing more than a learning experience- an experiment to test his opponent's strengths and weaknesses against his own. All in all, he has uncovered quite a few things about this rotting man of fraying flesh and sinew; his long range was indeed something to be wary of, as well as his size and weight-shown by how quickly he could reach Myers with that infamous machete. However, he also tended to lumber, preferring to attack rather than defend-something Michael could efficiently exploit the next time the two titans of horror clashed. The critical thing to note was his adversaries appearance, the scarred and rotten flesh reflecting previous experiences in which he regenerated and healed- much like Michael. If they had this in common, perhaps the machete-wielding hunter also had a weakness when it came to the brain being damaged. It wouldn't necessarily bring him down permanently, but it would definitively give Myers the win for the time being.
Chest rising and falling in the crisp, late-night forest, Michael glares heatedly in the direction his enemy disappeared, a pitiless and chilling thirst for this new foe's spilled blood rising from the depths of his twisted heart. Never before has it lost, and surely it was not about to disrupt that streak just because this being had similar powers of evil.
Standing up effortlessly, The Shape retrieves its weapon and begins the trek back to the road and away from the territorial being known as Jason Voorhees to jumpstart its' plan of conquering this decaying masked man for good. Its heavy footsteps masked by the soft grassy terrain, it moves with unmatched fluidity as it retraces its previous steps back to the wreckage of his substitute vehicle. Cold satisfaction flashes in its ocean black eyes, as it regards the spilled gasoline now covering not only the concrete but the shrubbery as well. What better maneuver than to smoke the behemoth out of his own territory and into unfamiliar surroundings? That way, both would be at an equal disadvantage when it came to knowing the region. The first flicker of flames is reflected in its glossy, lifeless eyes as it gazes on in child-like curiosity mingled with swelling rage as the inferno grows within a matter of seconds, engulfing the surrounding shrubbery and licking the trees. It knows it will do whatever it takes to maintain its status as an unrelenting, unyielding, and supernatural murderer of hundreds.
As he trods forwards, Michael's ever-shifting thoughts turn back to the being who commenced these events in the first place. Freddy Krueger. During their latest struggle, Krueger had made several snarky and crude remarks about a "Hockey Puck." Considering that its most recent encounter consisted of a beast wearing a tattered hockey mask, chances are that this man is most likely the Hockeypuck mentioned. This produces another fascinating detail; Freddy Krueger has manipulated this masked man before with similar results to his current manipulation of Myers. Except, Michael had purposely pissed off the dream demon, eradicating his chances of returning to Elm Street soon. There was a hidden rivalry between the two that needed exploiting. Cocking his bloody face to one side, Myers contemplates its next move; for Jason will soon be flushed out into the open by the fire and smoke, and Freddy hasn't made an appearance since their last brawl. If Michael wishes to utilize their hatred for each other, it needs to lure Freddy towards Jason.
The rumbling groan of an engine growing closer shatters Michael's intricate thoughts, as it instinctively slinks into the natural shadows that have always hidden him. Watching with calculating eyes, it immediately takes note of the passengers in the vehicle; one of whom is too familiar. Loomis. If glares could kill, Loomis would surely be melted by the intensity of the hatred in Myer's glossy eyes. It was now evident to Myers that Loomis had become a part of this battle between supernatural beings, but in what capacity? That question was quickly answered when the lingering laugh of Krueger cackled from somewhere within the moving automobile. It appears as if Krueger has come to him.
The night passes quickly, the soft noises of the night-life slowly slip away as the sun begins to rise from its slumber. An imposing figure, still covered with the blood of his enemies as well as himself, follows the road in which Loomis and a stranger had taken not long before. Intense energy can be felt wafting from the figure as it draws ever nearer to its destination; the entrance to Camp Crystal Lake, where Jason would undoubtedly be smoked out at if everything went according to plan. For who can outsmart the one and only Boogyman?
Heya everybody! Just here to say that I cannot wait for the new Halloween movie to come out, it looks true to the original film and the mask is just so eery! I hope it doesn't stray in an odd direction. Anyways, I hope you all have a spooktacular October and enjoy this chapter! ^^