February 15th, 2018, 8:28 a.m.
Romania, Europe
Unknown Stronghold…
The Lords of the Village had been arguing for a little while now. They went back and forth with each other. Calming down for perhaps a second, but then right back to the loudmouths they are. With the exception of Donna and Moreau. It was more of The Mistress of the Castle, Lady Dimitrescu, and The Master of The Factory, Heisenberg. The two of them went back and forth at each other. Sometimes they threw insults…well, most of the time they threw insults at each other.
Michael sat in silence, staring at them. He may have had family issues with his sister, Judith. But never something like this. He didn't argue with her or throw constant insults at each other like we were sworn enemies.
The arguments seemed to be coming to a close. Mother Miranda, unbelievably, listened to all of their opinions.
"You mean you'll screw around with him in private, where's the fun in that?" Heisenberg said to Lady Dimitrescu. Lady Dimitrescu insisted that Michael Myers were to be given to her for her own entertainment. Along with her daughters. Heisenburg disagreed with this.
"Give him to me, and I'll put on a show everybody can enjoy," Heisenberg said to Mother Miranda.
"In fact, we may get a chance to see what The Boogeyman is really capable of," Heisenberg said as he turned his attention toward Michael. Still sitting in silence, apart from his heavy breathing. Michael slowly turned his head toward Heisenberg and stared at him.
Heisenberg let out a small chuckle and turned his attention back to the group.
"Ugh, So Goshe. What do we care for bread and circuses? The Manthing's suffering is assured, regardless," Lady Dimitrescu said to Heisenberg.
"Yack, yack, the man's dick is cut off in a castle or he's mated with by your daughters, or yourself, blah blah blah," Heisenberg said. Well, Another insult. Michael was getting slightly annoyed with their constant insults to each other. If they were to him, he wouldn't be bothered by it, but the insults they throw at each other are bad enough.
They all turned their attention to Michael, including Mother Miranda.
"I would like to hear, Donna and Salvatore's opinions on this," Mother Miranda insisted. This caused a scoff from Heisenberg and Lady Dimitrescu to roll her eyes.
"Mother Miranda, My Mistress would most likely test Michael in one of her little games, then give you the details if he was…eaten or not, HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE," The little doll, Angie said in Donna's lap. Laughing a bit hysterically.
"And you, Salvatore," Mother Miranda asked him.
"I would try to see if another Cadou would work on him, to try and make your Special Child possible," Moreau said as he chuckled to himself.
Mother Miranda had listened to all their plans and opinions. She thought about it for a moment.
"I've heard all your arguments, some of you were less persuasive than others but, I've made my decision," Mother Miranda said to the Lords of the Village.
"Heisenberg, the man's fate is in your hands," Mother Miranda said to Heisenberg.
Lady Dimitrescu was shocked, to say the least, she rose up from her chair and protested.
"Mother Miranda, I must protest, Heisenberg is but a child, and his devotion to you is questionable," Lady Dimitrescu said as she walked over to Michael. Michael looked up at her. She was even taller the closer she came toward him.
"Give the mortal to me and I will ensure he is ready," Lady Dimitrescu said. Heisenberg had gotten up from his bench and walked to Lady Dimitrescu.
"Shut your damn mouth," Heisenberg shouted in anger as he used his powers to bring his hammer to his hand.
"And don't be a sore loser. Go find your food or Mating Partner somewhere else," Heisenberg said.
"Quiet, now, child, Adults are talking," Lady Dimitrescu replied back to Heisenberg. Michael watched back and forth looking from side to side. Watching one when they spoke.
"I'm the child? You're the one who's arguing with Miranda's decision," Heisenberg said back, keeping up the argument.
"You wouldn't know responsibility, if it was welded into that hammer," Lady Dimitrescu said, growing more impatient. Michael could hear the sound of creatures from up in the massive hole in the ceiling. They were very similar to the creature he killed when saving the little girl, Lydia.
"Ah, Keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego," Heisenberg said. Lady Dimitrescu turned her whole body toward Heisenberg. A small growl was heard from her.
"HEHEHE! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! HEHEHEHE!" Angie laughed and carried on.
Heisenberg even made a few monkey noises to agitate his sister.
Michael let out a sigh of annoyance.
"SILENCE!" Mother Miranda shouted. Everyone turned their attention toward her, silencing them immediately.
"My Decision is final. There will be no argument. Remember from whence you came," Mother Miranda said to her Children. More Lycans were starting to pile in at the hole in the ceiling. Michael could even hear some from behind him too. Not that it mattered.
"Thank you," Heisenberg said to Mother Miranda. Lady Dimitrescu rolled her eyes and walked around her bench, standing next to Mother Miranda and the rest of the Lords.
"Lycans and Gentlemen! We thank you for waiting! And now let the games begin!" Heisenberg said as he spread out his arms like he was the host of a circus. The Lycans seemed to be chanting in their own tongue. Almost seemingly excited for what was to come. Heisenberg turned his attention back to Michael as he knelt down.
"Let's see what you're really made out of, Michael Myers," Heisenberg said. Michael looked at the man with no expression or response.
"Get ready," Heisenberg said as he stood back up straight. Michael's senses started kicking in as a danger sign came from Heisenberg. Just as he thought, Heisenberg raised his hammer and prepared to swing down on Michael. But, Michael's senses said otherwise. Instead of hitting Michael, his senses were saying that the hammer wouldn't even hit him, it was just a way to get him on his feet. His Senses were correct. Heisenberg only hit the stone as Michael only moved his leg just slightly.
"Ten, Nine," Heisenberg started to count down. Michael looked around ominously at the Lycans as some of them started closing in. Michael got up on his feet slowly, looking for an exit.
"Eight, Seven," Heisenberg continued to count. Michael noticed a hole in the ground in the corner of the room. Probably where the so-called "Gauntlet" was. Michael would play along for now. Michael then walked toward the hole. His hands were still cuffed. There were three Lycans behind him as they growled and hissed at him.
"Six, Five," Heisenberg continued. Michael looked down into the hole, looked like it would lead further underground. Michael then looked behind him. The Three Lycans was close to him now, they surrounded him like wolves about to engage on their prey. Too bad that Michael was a Bear to them.
"Four, Three," Heisenberg said a few more times. Michael clenched his cuffed hands. He raised them up a little bit, then slammed his cuffed hands down on his knees as the cuffs broke clean off his hands.
"Impressive," Heisenberg said in between counting. Without a moment wasted. Michael grabbed one of the Lycans in front of him by the head and snapped it's neck. The other two Lycans felt provoked as one tried to grab Michael, only for Michael to grab it by the arm and ripped it off clean. Blood spewed out from the shoulder of the beast as it fell on its side flailing. Michael then used the Lycan's dismembered arm and started beating it in the head with it's own body part. Hitting it extremely hard. The Lycan tried to get up but after a few whacks in the head, it collapsed to the ground and laid for a few moments. But Michael didn't buy it. Michael then raised his foot over its head and smashed down on it. Splattering the head completely. Michael tossed the dismembered Lycan arm in his hand aimlessly to the side. The other Lycan lunged at him, but Michael grabbed it by the head, keeping it from moving toward him any further.
The Lords of the Village were quite impressed with the pure strength The Boogeyman had. Especially killing Lycans with their bare hands.
Michael then lifted the Lycan up by the head. Lifting it off the ground. The Lycan clawed and kicked at Michael. Scratching his clothing and skin. Mostly his arm as the Lycan made deep slice claw wounds on Michael's arm. Not that it bothered him. Michael's grip then tightened on the Lycan's head as the Lycan started to scream in pain. After just a few milliseconds, Michael crushed the Lycan's head in his hand. Blood splattered everywhere, even all across Michael's body. Michael's hand was covered with blood as he threw the Corpse aimlessly to the side.
Michael stared at the Lords for a few moments as Heisenberg finished his countdown.
"Two, one," Heisenberg said. Michael then backed up just half a step and then dropped down while still looking at the Lords.
"SHOWTIME!" Heisenberg said as that cued the start of The Gauntlet.
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"I met him fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... Evil." Dr. Loomis says as it shows Michael Myers putting his mask on slowly.
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"Michael Myers is the most dangerous patient I have ever observed." Dr. Loomis says as A young Michael Myers at the age of six stares out a window.
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"The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to move silently among us." Dr. Loomis says as it shows Michael Myers walking among the shadows of a village.
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"I prayed every night that he would burn in Hell…But I knew…Hell would not have him…" Dr. Loomis says as Michael stands in front of a massive mob. They all have pitchforks, torches, and guns in their hands.
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"I watched him for fifteen years, sitting in a room, staring at a wall; not seeing the wall, looking past the wall; looking at this night, inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret, silent alarm to trigger him off. Death has come to your little town, Sheriff." Dr. Loomis says.
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"Inside every one of us, there exists a dark side. Most people rise above it, but some are consumed by it. Until there is nothing left, but pure evil." Dr. Loomis says as Michael Myers breathes heavily. Staring out the window of a house on the second floor.
Red Blood forms the letters of the title
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8:28 a.m.
Unknown Stronghold…
Michael landed on his feet without bending his knees. He turned his attention to the corridor. Michael was now running the Gauntlet. Turns out, this entire place was crawling with Lycans. He may outrank them by strength and stamina, but the numbers can overcome that.
Michael walked down the corridor as wooden walls made a path for Michael. He could hear the Lycans on the other sides. Some even tried to smash their hands through the walls, breaking through it and trying to grab Michael. Michael walked down the corridor calmly.
"Not Running, Huh? Even when you're life's on the line, You still don't show any fear, Michael Myers," Heisenberg said through a speaker. Michael heard him but just kept walking. Michael continued to walk forward as the Lycans continued to growl, hiss, howl, etc. Even though this was a dire time, Michael wasn't completely bothered by it. Michael came around a corner and saw an opening, only for that opening to be bashed open by Lycans, they had weapons of all sorts. One had a dirty pickaxe, holding it with one hand, and the other hand holding it with a torch. Michael looked at it for a moment as the Lycan seemed to be getting more aggressive.
The Lycan ran at Michael as it slashed down. Only for Michael to catch the Pickaxe with ease. Held it with his left hand. The Lycan then tried to hit Michael with its torch. The torch, however, was knocked out of the Lycan's hand by Michael as he smacked it aside with the back of his hand. Michael noticed a few more Lycans piling in from behind the one he was being attacked by.
Then, the Lycan did something unexpected. It lunged at Michael and bit down on his neck. Causing Michael to let out an exhale of surprise. The Lycan tried to keep its jaws clamped on Michael. Michael then grabbed the Lycan by the head as he slowly removed its jaws from his neck. Michael used his left hand to push the Lycan back, causing it to be thrown into the other two behind it. The Lycans collapsed onto each other as they tried to get up. Michael then traced his fingers on his neck. It was still bleeding, but it would stop in a few minutes. It's not that it hurt him, it just agitated him.
Then another Lycan came through the opening, rushing at Michael with a dirty pickaxe. It held it with two hands and swung it at Michael. Michael simply ducked for a quick moment as the pickaxe missed Michael's head. The pickaxe hit the dirt on the corner of the small corridor. The Lycan tried to pull out the pickaxe but it was stuck. Giving Michael the chance to strike. Michael kicked the Lycan in the side of the knee, causing it to fall on one knee. Michael then got in an arm lock with the Lycan. Wrapping his arms around its neck. The Lycan struggled as it tried to grab Michael's mask by the top of it. Michael kept it in place as he started choking it. The other three Lycans were starting to get up. Michael was realizing that choking this thing would take too long. Michael then grabbed the Lycan by its chin and the top of its head. Then twisting it. The sound of bones snapping was loud. The Lycan was dead as Michael tossed the corpse to the side.
The three other Lycans got up as they advanced toward Michael. Michael looked at the pickaxe that was stuck in the wall. Michael then grabbed the handle and pulled it out with one hand. Michael held it in his right hand. Then slowly turned it to the side as he held the end of the handle with his left hand.
The Lycans continued their advancement. One Lycan tried to grab Michael, only for Michael to swing the pickaxe in the Lycan's head. The pick part of the pickaxe went straight through its head and could be seen on the other side. The Lycan fell dead with its mouth agape and blood oozing out from the stab.
Michael pulled the pickaxe out as another Lycan swung at Michael with its own pickaxe. Michael parried the pickaxe as he used the handle of it to bash the Pickaxe to the side. Without a moment wasted, Michael raised the pickaxe and swung it down on the Lycan's chest. Penetrating its heart. Killing it on the spot. Blood splattered from the wound. Michael pulled out the pickaxe, one More Lycan to go. The Lycan with the pickaxe and the torch. It swung at Michael with its smaller pickaxe, giving it a boost in speed. Michael couldn't dodge it since the attack was too fast. Michael swung the pickaxe at the Lycan as the smaller pickaxe was snapped in two. Michael's pickaxe hit the wall, now it was stuck. The Lycan then bit down on Michael's right shoulder. Putting a deep wound on his arm. Michael flinched only a little as he tried to pull the pickaxe out. The Lycan released its jaw from Michael's arm and hit him in the back of the head with the torch. The force of the hit smashed Michael's head into the wall. Still didn't hurt Michael, but it sure as hell was agitating him.
The Lycan then grabbed Michael by the throat and tried to bite Michael's face. Only for Michael to grab the Lycan by its face, and slam it into the wall. Blood splattered from its forehead, creating a major wound on the creature's head. The Lycan's legs gave out as it fell to its knees, planting its hands on the ground. Dropping the Torch. Michael then finally pulled out the pickaxe. Looking down at the Lycan as it tried to get back up. Michael raised the Pickaxe and swung it down on the Lycan's back. The Lycan coughed out blood as some of its organs sprouted from the pickaxe strike.
Michael left the pickaxe in its place as he tilted his head in amusement. There were still many, many, many, many more Lycans in the stronghold. Then another group of Lycan came through the opening. Michael looked up and saw that he was outnumbered greatly. Michael chose the smarter choice as he would continue to run the gauntlet, at least until he found a real way out.
Michael then speed-walked away from the Lycans. There were some boards blocking his path, they were nailed to the wall, but Michael simply walked straight through them. Splintering the boards to pieces as he made his way through the corridor.
Michael dropped down from a small ledge as he came across a natural bridge. Only to see Lycans shooting arrows at him from small holes in the side of the walls.
One Lycan shot an arrow at Michael. The arrow hit Michael in the chest. Causing Michael to flinch slightly and stop in his tracks. What was worse, the arrow was on fire, but it was put out when the arrow hit his skin. Michael stopped in his tracks and tried to pull out the arrow from his chest, only for another arrow to hit him on the side of his left shoulder. Causing him to grunt furthermore. Once again, another arrow hit Michael, this time in the gut. The arrows kept coming from the few Lycans that were shooting arrows from their bows. One arrow managed to hit Michael in the head. Hitting it right between his eyes. This caused Michael to stagger backward. Slowly losing his balance. The two more arrows came as one hit Michael in the side of the neck and the other hit Michael in the knee. Michael slowly staggered backward. He then stopped as his legs buckled, and Michael fell to his knees. After a few more minutes of sitting on his knees, he heard a loud roar.
A massive figure stood above the light that emitted from the hole.
It then leaped down revealing a much larger monster. This one was different from the Lycans. It still had the colorless skin, but it was definitely taller, it had a large grey beard, and wielded a massive hammer with spikes on the blunt part.
The creature looked down at Michael, growling evermore. It then reeled back its hammer from the side. Then swung it at Michael. The spikes on the hammer stabbed right through Michael's arm and shoulder. But it was the force that felt like hell. The Monster hit Michael on the side of the arm, causing him to be sent off the bridge and into a wall. Creating a somewhat of a small crater in the all, Michael was hanging on the wall, but slowly fell down.
As Michael fell down he could hear the roar of the monster, it howled in triumphant.
Michael was now rolling down what seemed to be slippery rocks. Michael was unbelievably still conscious. He was more of free-falling down the slide, hitting the walls in the head.
Michael then slid out of an opening and onto the ground. Michael fell on his stomach as he grunted just a little. Michael got up slowly. The arrows were still in his arms and chest, they were just broken in half. Blood dripped from his wounds.
"You're still alive? Impressive," Heisenberg said through a speaker yet again. Michael rolled onto his back trying to recover from all the arrows and especially the hammer that had just hit him. Along with all the head injuries he got from falling through that hole. A loud CLANK! Was heard from the ceiling. Catching Michael's attention. Some dust fell from what seemed to be the Ceiling, but it had spikes on it. Large Spikes that would impale anything. Michael realized that the ceiling was coming down on him. Michael slowly got on his feet. It was a bit difficult, considering the arrows were making it hard to move his body parts. Michael then walked toward what seemed to be a way out. But it was blocked by boards. Michael then kicked the boards with his good leg, which didn't have an arrow in it. Breaking the boards with ease. Michael crouched down and went through the small opening as best as he could.
Turns out the ceiling was still coming down with large spikes. Even down the hallway, he was in. Michael continued to speed walk through the hallway, trying to get clear of the spikes. The spikes came down and Michael was finally clear.
Michael then saw a way out. He dropped down from a small ledge. He fell on one knee mostly because of the arrow in his leg.
"My word, you truly are as strong as they say," Heisenberg said through the speaker, giving a somewhat of a compliment to Michael. Michael of course didn't care for it. He just wanted to get out of this Gauntlet.
He was just a few feet away from the exit until a massive rotating, wooden, spike, the machine came down out of the oblivion.
"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you get away, did you? Gotta keep, Donna and Moreau, entertained!" Heisenberg said through the speaker. Michael started to back up as the rotating blades started to close in. Michael turned around and tried to see if he could get out of the way. Lucky for him, there seemed to be a small little opening at the corner of the area. Michael speed-walked toward it. He then placed his back against the wall.
"So now it's time…For the Bloodsoaked! GRAND FINALE!" Heisenberg said through the speaker. The blades came closer and closer. Michael put his arms up to block the blades in case they were to hit him in the face.
"NOTHING LIKE AMERICAN GROUND BEEF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Heisenberg shouted through the speaker as the blades then started to scrape the wall violently. Michael's arms started to get hit by the blades as blood started to spew out from the wounds.
The blades kept going until they go to the point where they stopped. They were now, completely stuck on the Wall. Jammed.
Michael let out an exhale of relief. His clothing was more ripped, but now, his whole body was covered in blood and injuries that would take a while for them to heal. One of Michael's sleeves was ripped up, barely able to even stay together with but a mere thread. There was still partially an arrow in between his eyes. Michael crawled underneath the spikes. Slowly but surely.
Once he got out, he got back on his feet. Then grabbed the arrow in between his eyes. He then jerked it out as he let out a grunt. Blood started to spew out from the hole in his head. Michael then tossed the arrow to the side. Michael then reached down and grabbed the partial arrow in his left knee. He grabbed it and jerked it out. It didn't hurt as much since he'd been shot in the leg before. An arrow was only bigger. Michael tossed the arrow to the side. Slowly but surely, Michael took out each and every arrow that had penetrated his body. He was now covered with blood, his blood.
Michael then shuffled his feet toward the exit just up ahead. He got to the exit and slowly made his way through the open areas. He could really use someplace to sit. At least someplace indoors.
Michael then got to another door with a latch on it. Michael wasted no time as he simply bashed through it. Hit it with his shoulder, splintering it to pieces. He was now in the same room he was in when Heisenberg caught him. Michael then walked toward the door with the lever next to it. He grabbed the lever and pulled it down. The gears on the door started to turn. The door then slowly started opening. Michael waited patiently for the door to open. Once it fully opened, Michael shuffled his feet, walking out the door and what seemed to be a vineyard. The wind was soft, and the sky was clear. The cold wasn't gone, but at least the wind was gentle.
Michael walked through the vineyard. Leaving footprints behind in the snow.
He looked up and saw the Castle. The Largest Castle he had ever seen. Not that he'd seen many castles. This must be where Lady Dimitrescu lived. Heisenberg said something about Daughters. From the tone he was speaking in, he guessed they were teenagers. Though to be fair. He wasn't really expecting anything. He had no idea how they looked, their personality…actually he probably could guess their Attitude was very similar to how Lady Dimitrescu acted. But he couldn't assume anything.
Michael continued to shuffle his feet through the snow. Walking through it. There was a large trailer next to the entrance of the Castle. Michael walked up a few more yards then the Trailer door started to open.
"Ahh, I've been waiting for you, Mr. Myers, or do you prefer Michael Myers," A very large man said as he opened his trailer and started talking to Michael.
Michael turned his attention toward him. Michael found him a little suspicious.
"Not to be alarmed, Michael, I pose no threat to you, I am but a humble merchant," He said to Michael. Michael tilted his head in curiosity. Guess this Village was far more civilized than Michael initially thought.
"Where are my manners? Call me The Duke, I supply everything you could possibly need, Weapons, Healing Salves, anything you desire, I can provide," The Duke said. So this was the other person that Mother Miranda asked Michael not to kill. The man posed no threat at the moment so Michael would let it slide.
"I see you have no weapon at your disposal, Michael. Though, I'm for certain that the Mistress of the Castle or maybe one of her Daughters could provide you with some Lei," The Duke said as he put his hands together. Michael tilted his head in confusion.
"Oh, sorry, you're new here, especially in this part of the World. Lei is cash that you pay for the items in my stock. There's a good amount here in the village and it's the only payment that I accept. If you don't have Lei, feel free to stop by later when you do, and I can provide you with whatever you need for your visit," The Duke said to Michael. Michael was starting to understand what was happening now. Guess if he found whatever "Lei" was, would be useful, especially when Mother Miranda had an army of Lycans at her disposal.
"So, Michael, what brings you to Mistresses Castle? Oh, forget I asked, You don't seem to speak to anyone, so no need in keeping the conversation up. I suppose you have a list of things to do. I shall bother you no more, carry on, Michael," The Duke said to Michael. Michael really didn't have a list, though he was enjoying the presence of Duke, mostly because he was being polite to him, especially after knowing who and what he is.
The Duke then grabbed a doll. It had black hair and was dressed properly. Michael left Duke to his business. Michael then continued his way toward the Castle.
He got to the main door. Michael stood at the doorway for a few moments, then walked into the door, pushing it open without using his arms.
Once he got inside, he was finally out of the cold. Surprisingly, there was air conditioning in the room he just entered. The doors behind him shut.
Michael walked up some steps. He then saw a painting on the wall.
He walked toward it and saw the names.
Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela.
Most Likely the Daughters of Lady Dimitrescu. Probably when they were human.
Michael then walked toward the door to his left. His feet still shuffled slightly. He pushed through the door and walked down the hallway. Strange. He would've expected to see Maids of all sorts working hard on the castle. The Rooms and Furniture seemed quite clean, so…people had to be in here.
Michael continued to walk through the hallway heading toward, what he thinks is the main lobby. He walked down the stairs and pushed open a door.
Michael came into a large opening. The room was large, very large. It didn't seem to be the lobby, but it was still a large room.
Michael looked around a bit to see if anyone was near or hiding from him.
Then there were some bugs buzzing around Michael's face. Michael wasn't bothered by it. He just simply watched it. Curious…How could a bug survive for this long in a Large Castle? Michael then held out his hand for the bug to land on. The bug landed on his finger. It was quite a large bug, to be honest. A blowfly is what it looked like.
The bug simply acted like how a regular bug would act. Simply sit there and stare into the void. Michael then slowly moved his other hand closer to it. Instead of getting ready to smack it, he simply and gently brushed his finger on the bug. The bug wasn't rough or whatever a bug would be. It felt like the fur of a butterfly. The bug didn't squirm or even move. It simply let Michael brush his index finger on it. Michael would kill just about anything. But points in time of his life, he shows mercy on those he pities, which varied in a small amount. A very small amount. Bugs he never found a liking to kill, neither kids, nor babies, nor anything that didn't pose a large threat to him. He also found it difficult for him to kill a pregnant woman. Mostly because he was more emotionally driven. There's no pleasure in killing a pregnant woman or even a sick person.
Michael brushed the bug for a few moments until another bug started to fly around him. Landing on the top of his arm. This one however was different. It was still a blowfly, but its hair was a different color. Instead of blonde, like the one he was petting, this one had darker fur. Then another one landed on his cheek. Michael didn't bother moving, but the bug then moved down on top of his hand with the darker fur bug. This one was more of a reddish color.
It seemed they all wanted to be petted as they tried to force their way under Michael's finger.
Michael tilted his head in curiosity. Michael had never seen bugs act like this before. They acted like puppies wanting to get more attention over the others.
It seemed that they both had lined up in a row and waited for Michael to resume petting them. Michael waited for a few more seconds until they got situated. Michael then started gently brushing the top of the bugs. So gently they rocked just slightly.
Then there was more buzzing. Michael looked around. The buzzing was more frequent. Then a swarm of flies started to form. But it wasn't just one, it was three large swarms. What caught Michael off guard the most was that there was…laughing…like women…the swarms were making the sounds as they slowly started to form into humans. They were slightly taller than him by perhaps one inch. The bugs in Michael's hand took off as they joined the swarm.
"Sisters, I think we found our next Mate," A voice was heard from the swarm as a laugh came afterward.
Then the swarms started to surround Michael. Michael couldn't see anything as he lost his balance, he felt something drag him by the legs, he could also feel himself sliding on tile, then carpet? Where were they taking him? And what did they mean by, Next Mate?
"Book of Boba Fett Main Theme" plays as the credits roll
Resident Halloween
Director
Frostzilla 2002
Executive Producer
MASTER SERGEANT FANG
Starring
Michael Myers
Chris Hemsworth
Alcina Dimitrescu
Maggie Robertson
Karl Heisenburg
Neil Newbon
Donna Beneviento
Andi Norris
Angie Beneviento
Paula Rhodes
Salvatore Moreau
Jesse Pimentel
Mother Miranda
Michelle Lukes
The Duke
Aaron LaPlante
I do not claim ownership of any characters except OCs
Michael Myers belongs to Universal
Resident Evil belongs to Capcom
"Book of Boba Fett Main Theme" Belongs to LucasFilm & Walt Disney
The Boogeyman will Return in Episode VI