(Thanks to Zro-Kemuri 9t6, Zackt2010, Lance-Dusk, AlexTheMortal, and Angie2282! Right, 3 things: 1) This is my longest chapter yet with over 4000 words! 2) I hope I didn't get through this too fast, 3) I've decided I'm nearing the end, and there is only two more chapters after this one! Also, please leave all questions until next chapter, where they will most likely be answered. God I hope this chapter works... thanks again and read on1
Lorraine and Christine gulped, looking at each other as two generals approached them. One was the lean form of Hannibal Lecter, his smile leering and freaking both girls out. The second was the Headless Horseman, who was covered in a cloak. The Horseman's black stallion trotted forward, it's eyes white and pearly.
The younger Christine gulped and hung next to Lorraine, who tried to act brave for both their sakes.
"Mmm..." Lecter tilted his head back, his thin tongue moving in his mouth like a snake. "The scent is indeed perfect. Fear just hangs on the tongue."
The girls didn't reply, just stared at Lecter as her walked forward. They noticed a scalpel in his hand, which his was flicking between his thin fingers. "I am sure your bodies will provide me. I will be sure to gather what remains of you after this is done." Lecter flicked his hand towards the girls, and immediately the horse galloped forward, the glinting steel of a sword in the Horseman's hand.
The Horseman sliced at Lorraine's head, but Christine pulled her sideways, dodging the blow. As the Horseman continued forward, Christine felt pressure on her arm. She spun around just as Lector sliced across her chest with the scalpel. Christine gasped in pain as the material of her top sliced open like butter, along with her skin.
Lecter flicked the scalpel again, cutting another slash side by side with the first. Lorraine pulled Christine back.
"Are you all right?" Lorraine asked worriedly.
Christine nodded slowly, the pain burning on her chest. She watched Lecter carefully as he approached, the scalpel, despite being small, looking horrifying.
Lorraine tightened her grip on Christine and breathed slowly. Lorraine glanced behind her and made an impossible bending movement like an extreme limbo, the sword of the Horseman passing just where her head would have been.
Something within Lorraine seemed to slide into place, and all of a sudden she recognised every muscle in her body and knew exactly how to position her body. She watched carefully as the Horseman made a wide circle before galloping back at her. Lorraine didn't move, merely flexed her hands.
"Ready... ready..." Lorraine muttered, and moments before the sword reached her neck she dived under and grabbed the horses back leg. Lorraine was practically bouncing off the ground, but she managed to climb up and get onto the rump of the horse as it ran. The Horseman's body turned, the bloody hole of his neck as horrifying as any face faced her. Lorraine gulped but stood up with perfect balance, well aware of the position needed. She stepped forward and swung her leg into the side of the Horseman's arm, which was holding the reigns. The Horseman shrugged it off and tugged the reigns, before slicing with his sword at Lorraine's feet.
Lorraine jumped, slowly coming to terms with her ability. 'I'm way more away of my body. I feel like I could make impossible movements.' She thought, grabbing the tough tail of the horse. The horse squealed and reared its head back as Lorraine managed to drag her way back to the horses back. The Horseman had turned in the saddle and was now facing her, his legs in the stirrups, one hand supporting himself on the back of the horse and the other holding the sword which he swung at Lorraine. Lorraine stepped back, before flipping forward like a cartwheel. Her leg hit straight into the shoulder of The Horseman both fell straight off the horse in different directions.
The Horseman's leg caught in the stirrup, as did Lorraine's arm. Both were dragged across the floor as the black stallion panicked and galloped faster.
As this was happening, Christine was having a tough time avoiding Lecter. He was getting faster and faster, his eyes still as ever, his heartbeat as it was always. The scalpel swung left, swung right, and Christine stumbled over herself, falling to the floor. Lecter was instantly upon her and swung the scalpel into her belly. Christine screamed and tried to roll away, by Lecter had none of it. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her roughly up, her spine bent in a curvy L shape.
Lecter pressed the scalpel against Christine's neck. "Your smell is intoxicating. The fear advancing in stages. I have half a mind to toy with you, to play with you. To advance this fume."
"No, get off me..." Christine moaned, her back protesting the harsh movements.
"I think not." Lecter started to slice across Christine's throat when Lecter suddenly looked left before the black mass collided into him. The Horse tripped over his body and hit onto his side, making noises as if screaming. Lorraine was thrown onto the ground roughly while the Horseman was thrown under the horse.
Lecter picked himself up from the ground calmly and walked over to Lorraine, leaving Christine coughing on the ground. He grabbed Lorraine under her chin and pressed the scalpel against her throat. "You have the same smell." He hissed, before slicing her throat. He watched the blood bubble from the thin line before slicing again.
"Stop it!" Christine cried, pulling herself from the floor and stumbling towards Lorraine. "Stop it! Stop it now!"
Lecter suddenly stopped, his hand stopping in mid air and he became stock still.
"Get away from her!" Christine demanded, suddenly feeling much more confident.
Lecter stood up, and walked backwards, his eyes betraying shock. "You... have achieved it..."
Christine shook her head, crying as she saw Lorraine. She was still alive, barely. Her hands clamped on the wounds.
"No... no Lorraine... Lorraine!" Christine cried, placing her hands on Lorraine's shoulders. She started to say something, but was stopped when the blade went straight through her side, through her ribs, and out the other side. Christine dribbled blood, before falling to the side.
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Tally felt Lorraine and Christine's minds suddenly falter, and she was drawn away from the general she was avoiding. "No..." Tally muttered, before jumping to the side, being drawn back to her attacker.
Michael Myers stared emotionlessly down to her, his mask ghostly in the dim light. Tally was forced to concentrate, as she couldn't read him at all.
Not even the now familiar dark minds which clogged her mind. He was entirely mindless.
Michael swung again, his blade missing her by inches.
Tally was young, and getting exhausted. Sweat beaded her forehead and the thick clothes certainly weren't helping her situation. Michael tilted his head as if confused he wasn't hitting flesh, and decided the best course of action would be to throw the knife. Tally, caught by surprise, felt th blade penetrate her right thigh and she let out a short sharp gasp. Tally knew it was better to keep the knife in, and managed to stumble backwards, every step a single torture.
She looked up and Michael and straight into his black eyes. It was at that moment, Tally, for the first time in her life, managed to access his mind.
She was in the eyes of Michael, and saw him step towards the doorstep. Tally recognised the house as her uncles, and knew immediately what was to come. But she couldn't end this memory. Michael walked forward and opened the door slowly.
It was eight years into The Apocalypse, and the Brazier family had decided to hole up in a house for two years. They thought they were safe. Michael knew better. He walked forward, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. He made his way through the living room, and then through the kitchen. Opening the staircase door, Michael slowly padded upwards, hearing voice s through his mask. He knew they didn't know he was there.
He walked along the hallway and came to the end door. Michael leant down and peered through the old fashioned key hole. He saw the father, his back to the door, the mother and her 12 year old daughter, which Tally knew was herself, sitting on the bed. The two brothers stood by the window.
Michael suddenly burst his hand through the door grabbed the fathers neck and broke it with his vice like grip. Michael stepped into the room and before Brother 1 knew what happened stabbed him in the heart with the machete. As he slumped to the floor, Michael sliced the other brother's neck. The mother screamed and Tally, then Anella, cried out in fear. Michael headed towards the mother, who screamed and covered Tally. Michael just sliced through the back of the neck and pulled the mother away from Tally who suddenly shot sideways like a mouse.
Michael watched as she headed for the open window and saw her climb out. He slowly walked over, and heard a ripping sound, and then the sound of impact. Looking out, Michael saw Tally's body, spread eagled on the floor.
"No..." Tally muttered, shaking her head from the painful memory. "You knew I was alive? Why didn't you come after me?"
Michael didn't respond.
"Answer me! You knew I was alive, and you just walked away? Why didn't you kill me there and then?" Tally's leg was too much and she fell to the floor, shaking. She tried to crawl back, but Michael grabbed her leg and pulled her towards him, before ripping the knife from her leg. Tally cried out in pain but was silenced when Michael stabbed the machete straight into her chest.
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Conner didn't have time to witness Lorraine, Christine's, or Tally's death. He didn't care or had time to even if he did. He was currently attempting to avoid both the child puppet Chucky, who was leaping around like a crazed dog, and Freddy Krueger, his claw glinting as maliciously as his grin.
He saw Chucky coming and dodged once again, ducking under Freddy's claw and blowing a chunk of his head straight under his fedora. As Freddy fell back Conner swung the Barrett like a bat and smashed Chucky in the mouth, before turning, unclipping a grenade, holding it for a few moments and throwing it at Freddy. Freddy caught it just as it exploded.
Ducked under the debris Conner grabbed a clump of earth and threw it into Chucky's eyes.
"You fucking bastard!" Chucky cried out, before jumping at Conner. Conner timed it exactly right, caught Chucky and threw him straight into the rising Freddy.
Freddy and Chucky both fell down together and Conner grinned madly, actually enjoying this fight. It was the fight he always wanted. A challenging one.
Conner fired another shot at both of them, but Chucky managed to dodge in the nick of time, leaving Freddy to take the blow. Chucky ran forward towards Conner and slid straight under his legs. Conner turned and was head butted hard in the head by the wooden skull of Chucky. Conner blinked and stumbled back, as Chucky jumped yet again. But Conner was fainting and pointed his gun straight up.
"Oh shi-"
Chucky's entire lower half of his body exploded in chunks of wood. As his top half fell to the floor, Conner made his way over and placed the gun on Chucky's forehead. "Yeah, your an easy one. It was made clear to me. You didn't heal those cracks along your body, which made me believe that was your item. Considering that body is only a vessel of kind. Nice knowing you and thanks for the fight."
"I'm Chucky, bitch! I can't be killed!" Chucky gave the middle finger just as his head exploded from the high powered shot of the Barrett.
Conner was suddenly clubbed in the back of the head and fell down to the floor.
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"One two, Freddy's coming for you..." The eerie voice rang out. Conner snarled and got up from the floor, seeing complete darkness.
"Yeah, shut the fuck up." Conner shouted, drawing two knifes from his jacket. But as he pulled them out, they melted into a gloopy mess.
"You're in my world now, Sheppard." Freddy appeared from the darkness, grinning. "You know, you were much more fun when I met you before."
"Well, you're as much as a failure as before." Conner retorted.
"Who are you calling a failure!" Freddy roared and jumped forward, suddenly growing to extreme sizes.
Conner shrugged and he grew in size so they were the same size again. He grabbed Freddy's arm and threw him behind him.
"What..." Freddy scrambled up.
"Hey, it's not your world. It's a dream world." Conner grinned as if he were Freddy, and suddenly his eyes turned black. "It's MY world now!"
"You wanna fight for it? Bring it!" Freddy and Conner ran forward, Freddy with his knifed glove, and Conner with his own knifes he had managed to get. But suddenly Conner stopped, stood straight, and threw his arms out like a cross.
Freddy was unable to stood his momentum and his claws entered straight through Conner's stomach. Conner grabbed Freddy's clawed arm and grinned a grin that Death would be proud of.
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Conner woke up, to find himself holding Freddy much like in his dream. He was back on the battlefield, and Freddy was seething with anger.
"You are much more intelligent than I took you for." Freddy growled. "Using the pain to wake up."
"Yeah, whatever."Conner shrugged, and pulled a grenade from his belt. "You do realise the first grenade was to weaken your claws, right?"
Freddy's eyes suddenly widened in fear. "Woah there, wait one moment. Don't do that, don't kill me and you at the same time. Come on. Why don't I work for you, yeah?"
"You're such an idiot."Conner shook his head, and spat out blood. "I'm dead anywhere." He motioned to his stomach wound which was practically pouring blood. "Might as well take you with me." He unclipped the grenade.
"You're crazy!" Freddy screamed. "You're fucking mental! You are a mad ma-"
The explosion of fire and smoke engulfed both of them. Freddy's claw was immediately smashed and he started to dissolve, turning to grey dust as Conner was burnt, his skin mottled and scarred, motionless as he hit the ground.
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Zeke had taken the assault on the two generals he was facing, pressing on them with clubs made of ice. The looming figure of Jason Voorhees sliced, but Zeke was having none of it and sliced back at it, smashing Jason's aim sideways.
Zeke hoped backwards, just avoiding the snarling chainsaw. The grotesque Leatherface snarled with his weapon and sliced again, the heavy machinery swiping through the air.
Zeke was starting to lose hope, if he was honest. He had watched his friends fall to the other generals, but still fought as he saw some of the other Generals get beaten. Freddy and Chucky were already beaten by Conner, who had sacrificed himself.
Zeke cursed as the knife just missed his stomach, cutting open the fabric.
"Goddamn it!" Zeke raised his hands and formed an ice shield, which smashed when the knife slashed through it. However it stopped the momentum and allowed Zeke to step back, ducking under the next chainsaw slash by Leatherface.
Both Leatherface and Jason were of similar size and towered over the smaller Zeke, but Zeke bravely continued on, forming a dagger and stabbing at Leatherface's leg. He felt the satisfying slick of the knife in flesh, before slicing sideways and cutting open the thigh of Jason. Jason grunted and slammed his palm into Zeke chest with so much ferocity he was thrown backwards, hitting the floor hard. Jason loomed over, his machete raised and the eyes beneath the hockey mask beady and emanating pure evil.
Throughout the whole fight Zeke had been aiming at both Items. He knew that the hockey mask was Jason's, and he assumed that the chainsaw was Leatherface's, considering the way he swung the chainsaw higher than Zeke could reach with hands to actually damage it.
"Come back here, pretty boy!"
The voice sounded to the left of Zeke, and he just managed to crawl back as Leslie sprinted past him, Jack the Ripper right after him. Zeke instinctively stuck out his leg, and Jack went flying, almost comedic if the circumstances were different.
Leslie jogged back to Zeke. "Hey, thanks."
"Your welcome." Zeke nodded. "The others-"
"I know." Leslie breathed, shaking his head. "But we can't think about that now." He put his hand on Zeke's shoulder, and suddenly saw him slashed down from behind. "Duck!"
Zeke managed to duck just as the machete soared over him, slicing a few of his hairs off. Zeke smiled his thanks at Leslie, before grabbing Jason's arm above him and letting ice cover it. Jason drew back as Zeke made his way back to his feet next to Leslie.
"You all right?" Leslie asked.
"Yeah. Right, how are we going to beat them?" Zeke asked as Jason, Leatherface and now Jack stepped forward, a mass of evil.
Leslie shook his head. "I'm not sure we can."
Jason and Leatherface charged, surprisingly quick for men their size. Leslie and Zeke dived left and right respectively, but the two generals didn't stop. They continued on, their feet pummelling the ground, straight towards the ice statues.
"Oh no..." Zeke muttered, scrambling off the floor.
The two generals went straight towards too different people and smashed straight into them. Jason took out Tanzi while James was smashed to pieces by Leatherface's chainsaw.
Both Zeke and Leslie's minds suddenly became clouded with anger, the people closest to them destroyed just like that. Zeke let out a shout of rage and ran forwards towards Jason, already a knife in his hand. Leslie went to run forward when he was suddenly stabbed straight through the back, in-between his left shoulder blade. Leslie yelled out, which caused Zeke to turn. Leslie panted and suddenly felt even worse.
"Zeke! Watch out!"
Zeke turned, but it was too late. The mix of Jason's machete and the chainsaw cut him down as if he were a ragdoll. His blood stained the ground in harsh droplets.
Leslie fell to his hands and knees, coughing, his tears mixing with his blood. He had lost his friends, and he had lost James. At that moment, Leslie gave up just as Jack drove the knife into the back of his neck. Leslie fell to the floor, staring lifelessly at Zeke's own dead body with his remaining eye.
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Paige clapped her hand to her mouth when she saw the remainder of her friends die. "No..." she muttered, tears slipping from her eyes.
"Paige... Paige!" Trent hissed, slapping her lightly on the cheek. "It's hard, I know it is, but we need to concentrate on the matter at hand!"
Paige nodded, not willing to speak.
"Aaww." Death smiled from him front of them, the first time since the fight started. "Have you given up? Your friends are dead. Look." Death pointed to the ice figures, where Jason and Leatherface were having a field day smashing the sculptures. "And they are now dead. You two are now officially the only human's alive!" Death let out a bark of a laugh just as the other generals made their way by his side, down by two. "I may have lost Freddy Krueger and Chucky, but that is fine. I still have six more generals."
"You still can't kill us!" Trent spat.
"True. I'm not foolish enough to try anymore." Death said. "I know that you two cannot die. However, the two of you CAN be imprisoned. I'll keep you in a status of torture you'd wish you could die!"
The Generals started to approach Trent and Paige, who backed away slowly. Trent looked behind him to find they were nearing the docks, where the plane had crashed. They couldn't swim away. They were literally cornered.
"You've been troublesome, it has to be said." Death said, stepping forwards. "You have caused me much grief. Why, Paige, you couldn't have just died back at the Stadium is beyond me. Why did Tanzi Sakamoto save you, of all people. Sometimes I hate destiny. But, the destiny is now. I have finally cornered you, as well as your so called protector, Trent. You may be sibling, but I am your father! Children listen to their parents!"
"I am not going to listen to you." Paige said, gulping. "You are not any kind of father figure."
"It stings, it really does." Death faked a pained sigh. "Ah well, it's time." Death stepped forward and roughly pulled Trent towards him by the collar. Trent tried to fight out but Jason grabbed his arms, twisting them behind him. Death motioned to Jack, who ripped part of his coat off. Death grabbed it and twisted it around Trent's wrists. "Come on Paige, don't make me get you here."
Paige tilted her head, but didn't make a sound. Slowly, she stepped forward.
Death grabbed her slim arm and pulled her forwards just as a bright light blinded everyone.
Death lurched back, cursing and holding his eyes. Paige fell back with Trent and held his hand tightly as their vision began to clear. The light was like a spotlight, and was upon all the generals as well as Death. They looked up to see the sky was slowly splitting, the clouds rolling away and the sun appearing from behind. The Generals suddenly fell to their knees as they started to dissolve.
"No!" Death roared. "No! You are imprisoned! You cannot be here!"
A figure seemed to walk from where the dock ended. "You made a mistake, my husband."
Death shook his head ferociously. "No I did not! You were sealed away! I did it myself!"
The figure slowly revealed itself as a female with luscious blonde hair and a plain white dress. "You did seal me away, my husband. But your Generals were guarding me, were they not?"
Death's eyes suddenly widened.
"In you conquest to destroy our sons and our daughters, you brought them with you. However, at the same time, left me unguarded." The figure tilted her head, her face clouded by light. "For ten long years you kept me at bay, my husband, but now I am free once again to rejuvenate this world."
"You aren't rejuvenating anything!" Death cried out, as the Generals disappeared into the ash looking substance. A hole seemed to open where his feet were and he stumbled back and fell down.
"You lie, my husband, much like you always do. You will not take the mantle as Death, anymore."
"You can't take away what I am!"
"I can, and you know it. You were good at your job. You let the dead have someone to go, and you left the life of the world to me. However, your greed got too much, and you developed this 'Apocalypse'. You knew with me released I'd be able to stop you. You cannot take the mantle of death any more, considering the threat of you doing exactly the same in later years."
The white hole was growing and growing rapidly, too fast for Death to actual move away from it.
"My husband, you cannot harm my children anymore. You cannot be in this world anymore. The damage your Generals and you demons shall be undone."
"No! You can't do this!" Death screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
The hole extended under Death and immediately he fell into it, screaming all the way. The hole acted like a plug hole in a bath and the clouds were suddenly drawn into it and started to fall in it. Soon the sky was filled with demons trying in vain to escape, but they were sucked into the hole. After ten long minutes of watching the high speed tornado get sucked into the hole, it stopped, and the hole started to close, before becoming little more than the size of a manhole.
The female figure turned and walked gracefully towards Paige and Trent, Trent having managed to get out of his binds.
The figure grasped Paige's hand and looked deep into Paige's eyes. Paige was transfixed by the golden pupils. "My daughter. You have been through much misery and trauma. I would like to say my deepest apologies. My husband got out of hand, and he got transfixed by the power this Earth holds."
Trent suddenly interrupted. "Wait one second. So you're saying that you are our mother?"
"I am." The figure nodded, looking at Trent. "Please, follow me. We have a lot to do in such a short while. Time is limited for what I intend to do."