A Darkness in Mind 5 - or 'This Horror World is way more scarier with its Lewdness' (Semi-Lewd Horrorverse SI)
Finding a missing girl can be really difficult when you don't have much of a trail to follow.
I want to say that Sartain had a degree of awareness over the locations any rituals in Haddonfield could take place, but even then, I knew I wouldn't have gone there alone. One thing was to challenge the second coming, another was also adding to the list a good part of those ruthless bastards in the city that could amount to murderers, rapists and worse.
Not a fun task, but not one I was restricted to deal with on my own. And I refused to waltz to the classic horror fail of going in solo. Sure, I could and I would have loved to stealth my way into a pseudo-satanic rite and murder everything that breathed and plotted evil things- there was still the issue I was just one man with no clear clue on where I could find Allyson. She had been kidnapped the very time Laurie got killed, so there was no chance for me to get to her without assistance.
Hence why I went for the sheriff to ask for help. From Sartain's documents they never got the chance to control the local authorities due to the fact many of those that took over as the chiefs of the local department were all hating Myers' guts- none of the promotions they advanced managed to break through the endless suspicion from those that noticed strange moves in the department's politcs.
A hot potato situation where they would always be forced to either push through and risk getting caught and imprisoned or worse, or pull away and start from square one in that regard.
I knew that if I brought these new files to Sheriff Barker he would have acted properly since he had been one of those quite active to see Myers brought to a quick end. Considering the recent events in the last four-five years, he was going to take this rather seriously. Hence why I didn't realize one major thing-
I was walking into a trap.
As soon as I entered the department, I walked up to the receptionist. "I need to speak with Sheriff Barker."
"The Sheriff is busy," The young man tending the job replied. "I am afraid that I will have to ask you to come back on another da-"
"I have stuff about Michael Myers- the one that killed Laurie Strode," I pressed on, knowing that any lost time was going to screw us all in the long run.
But right as I said this, a pair of officers appeared behind me and one had his arm wrapped around my shoulder. Old guy, a bit creepy, but what he said gave me hope.
"I think the kid is saying something right. How about I bring him up to Omar so they can talk?"
The younger officer nodded. "Yeah, Michael can be finally brought to the grave he deserved."
Oh my God, did I just find a chance to be done with this without getting my ass exposed to deadly affairs? Yay for me, I guess.
That was what I thought before the receptionist, looking a bit nervous despite these assurances, offered a slow nod. "I- I suppose you can handle this, Sergeant Holdt."
...Isn't that one of the name of one of the cult's member?
The creepiness now made sense to me, and while making a run for the exit would have been my plan in this situation the moment this clicked in my mind, there was still the fact that the bastard had his arm wrapped quite tightly around my neck and he had me pulled away as soon as given the green-light.
I tried to think something to say or do to create a distraction and get the hell out of there, but as soon as we turned the corner of the hall we were walking in, that firm grasp became a chokehold and his other buddy, looking quite irritated, snatched the bag off of me before looking around. He whistled at the Assault Rifle and the few mags, the old Holdt snorting at the sight but looking positively livid at the USB that his buddy retrieved.
"Well, I was right. We did find the little shit that tried to get the truth out."
My head was slammed against the wall twice, I wasn't getting any concussions- not yet at least. But this was a bad spot to be in and I was trying my hardest to shake off the white-haired shithead from me. Turns out this oldie had some muscles that had mine beat in pure physical strength.
I ended up getting carried in the department's morgue. An ugly place to try and run from, especially when it became clear they had initially wanted to cremate me to remove the evidence of my departure. The younger asshole growled at his older buddy when he said that was what he had in mind.
"The burners are not active- they haven't been active for years now, you stupid fucking bat," The hot-headed dipshit lamented and Holdt huffed in clear annoyance.
"Fuck, well... I guess we can burn him as a dead sacrifice on site," The old guy remarked and finally had me shifted in a... less pleasant circumstance.
The wall didn't feel nice to kiss, especially when I couldn't get away from it. As I was getting pinned against it, I felt something circular and with a hole pressing on the back of my head. The end of a gun's barrel.
"C-Can't we like talk about it?" I asked. "Like, Cult sounds fun if you ignore all the brainwashing and-Gh!"
The dickhead slammed his knee on my back, pressing even more on the wall as I realized the gun had a silencer attached to it- they wouldn't be caught with this. No one was going to know I was going to die. I struggled even more, and yet I couldn't do anything, I tried and I tried but-
"Sorry, kid. The game was just rigged from the start."
"F-Fuu!-"
BANG!
Finding an elusive target can be really difficult when you have to hitchhike a few times to get back to town.
Maria was not pleased with the overall effort she had to put through to get to her main victim and target- It was clear the young man she shared the intense eyes with had to be the one behind her father's 'resurrection'. Michael Myers was dead, no amount of confusing mystical power that her mother taught her about could help to revive the dead- not literally, of course.
What it could do was create a successor to her father- she was the one meant to inherit the mantle. Not a nobody, not a mere man that lacked the will to murder. It was in his eyes, the calm restraint, the absolute control over a bloodlust that should not be constrained to the simplicity that is a normal life's limitations.
Her tracking took her quite far. He had gotten inside the sheriff's station, which left her in a dreadful mindset on what soon may ensue, but she was surprised, as she lurked around and kept track of any signs of him leaving, that his unconscious frame was being carried inside a SUV. She followed by paying a cab nearby, being forced to 'end the service' at the outskirts of town since he didn't want to go out the boundaries of Haddonfield.
A quick stab behind his head had him killed on the spot. And Maria was back on her feet, walking for at least a full hour before she finally made it to where they took her target. What she found struck her in the nostalgic memories and a strange gut feeling of... unease. She could see tents having been placed in the distance, and a groupd of people was setting up what looked to be a rituals' ground.
The more she got closer, the more the young woman felt she knew them- and she did. It was the community that groomed her into this lifestyle, this ambition to become her father's heiress. Despite what should have felt like a good news, Maria's unease didn't cease and she felt it double when she recognized her mother in the distance too, speaking with a young man that was ogling a tied-up girl on a makeshift altar.
Was that Laurie Strode's granddaughter? What was she doing here?
Eventually her approach was greeted by familiar faces, but no smile manifested as she felt something was missing in that warmth. Honesty was no longer in their voices as they greeted Maria back in the fold, and soon the group had all rallied by where the altar was. She got a closer look on the strange figure and saw his eyes glowing too. It wasn't the man from the shop.
"My dear Maria, you're finally back to us... to me."
The sweet tone her mother adopted induced a shiver to jolt down her spine, the tension just intensifying at this point.
"Mother, what is the meaning of this? I thought that you gave me a mission."
"Yes, I did- we all did," The woman chirpily mumbled. "But you see, my dear, sometimes we are surprised by the sort of unexpected developments life leaves for us to claim. And this one... makes your mission no longer needed."
"What?"
"Corey Cunningham," She replied giddily. "Your father chose him as his apprentice and... he is better than anything you could strive to be. A true heir to my beloved Michael."
The response made the grounds under Maria's mental stability crumble under her. As if struck by a bullet squarely aimed at her head and feeling the burning rage within such a heinous comment corrode any form of restraint she held in that moment.
"But I-"
"You're nothing," The old woman easily commented. "You are not like Corey, he... Michael choose him, he knew what he was looking at. A true monster, like him."
Corey didn't look pleased by this choice of words, but he seemed more focused on Laurie Strode's remaining descendant. The caressing on her trembling cheek as hot tears trailed down left a strange distaste in her throat. But nothing compared to the immediate wrath that she felt at this discovery. Years of being trained to kill, years of being told that it was her vocation, her duty, her destiny- and now someone was there to claim it.
There was no words exchanged with Corey, but the young man picked up the animosity as he reached for his own knife right as Maria did so. They could have stop them, those around them, but they decided to make it a pubic display. Maria wasn't just sure who was the subject of the punishment.
Knives danced for some time. Maria had the advantage at first as she drew first blood, slashed numerous injuries on Corey's body and brought him to his knees quite ruthlessly. She was about to end him, but... then something 'snapped' inside him. The way he suddenly got him and started to take the wounds with ease and showing no visible pain in his face shocked Maria as she knew that this wasn't normal.
Sure, the blessing tended to boost one's capacity to fight in difficult circumstance, but Halloween was long gone so it shouldn't have been as powerful as it truly was at the moment. The clash saw a sudden tide-turning even in the form of Corey's knife stabbing onto her right wrist while she lunged for him. Her blade dropped instantly and then a punch slammed her on the ground, blood bursting from her lips as the last hit had bruised it a bit.
"You lost," Corey announced, his grin showing a malicious intent that was just wrong- it was unfair!
N-No, this can't be the end. I am not useless- I am no one's bride- I refuse! I am not- I am- I am-
"...Michael?"
Her mother's shocked voice pulled Maria out of her furious thinking, her gaze shifting as she turned to see what had instantly taken the attention away from the fight and right to... a lone figure standing by the tends, slowly approaching. A shade upon the night, its face devoid of emotion as the mask he was wearing was hiding away most features. One detail stood out to Maria, and she knew that Corey had to be see this too as he looked nervous as if he had seen... a ghost.
His eyes were burning bright yellow through the mask, sickening power manifesting with the intent of committing the worst genocide in recent history.
Soon the shroud of darkness was lessened by the proximity of this new unknown figure, and the light revealed someone wearing a similar attire to Michael. The mask was not the same one, but he was like him, but... younger. Then it clicked to her as she had seen 'him' before. It wasn't Michael, and his mere presence now was paradoxical to what she had been told just minutes ago.
The one standing there was not Michael Myers, it was him, the young man from the shop but... not 'him'. Not like she first saw him- he was not running, and his eyes held little to no mercy as his steps were angry and festering on the deep craving of murder awakened by the recent events. A true murderous resurrection. And, for the first time since she meet the young man known as Corey Cunningham, Maria saw fear on his face.
This was not going to be as 'easy' as it had been the fight against her. And he knew it, deep down, that this wasn't a simple copycat.
AN
John had a super-nap or, how Michael Myers' fans would call it, a 'Recharge Period'. Now, it's time to show Corey how a classic horror slasher can't compete with someone that had seen so much shit on the Internet and got a bit of a recovering brain injury that makes him quite bipolar at the moment. It's murder-time~!
