Haddonfield High School…
Everyone in the gym was still dancing. The music changed a bit. The cheerleaders were now dancing in the middle of the floor. One side dancing in sync, and the other in their own sync. Allyson walked into the Gym and looked for Cameron and Oscar. Oscar was currently dancing with the cheerleaders. Causing Allyson to smile. Allyson then looked for Cameron.
She then saw Cameron as she saw him with another girl. She looked at him all flirty. Then she tried to kiss her man, but Cameron wasn't having it. He gently put a finger on her mouth.
He muttered something. Probably saying that he had a girlfriend and wasn't planning to mess anything up. This caused the girl to cross her arms as she shook her head, with a frown on her face. Cameron then turned to look in Allyson's direction who was watching the whole thing. Cameron looked at the girl and then at Allyson. Without a second thought, he walked toward Allyson.
Allyson looked at him slightly confused.
"What was she trying to do?" Allyson said in a bit of a serious tone.
"Yeah, Don't worry about it," Cameron said calmly and kindly as he looked back in the direction of the girl, who was now walking off.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" Allyson said, getting slightly more serious, wanting to know who that girl was. Cameron was silent for a few short moments before responding.
"She's my ex," Cameron said looking back into Allyson's eyes, putting his hands on his hips.
Allyson then looked in the direction of the girl with just her eyes.
"And she wants you back?" Allyson said she was very much in great confusion.
"I don't know. But, I'm not leaving you anytime soon," Cameron said, looking back at Allyson with a smile.
This time, Allyson smiled back. She cupped Cameron's cheeks as she pulled him in for a kiss. Cameron was taken off guard for a moment, seeing how she did it in front of all these people, but it doesn't matter. They were all dancing and minding their own business.
Cameron then put his arms around Allyson's waist pulling her in a little closer.
Then something got Cameron's attention. There were two boys, who he recognized, that were looking around. They were punks. Boys that he had trouble with in the past. From what he could tell, they were up to no good. Cameron then parted his lips from Allyson's.
"What's wrong?" Allyson asked. Cameron was looking behind her, avoiding eye contact.
"Nothing, right now," Cameron said as he then started to take off his high heels.
"What are you doing?" Allyson asked, wanting an answer.
"Look, uuh, why don't you and Oscar go on without me, I'll catch up when I can," Cameron said. Allyson was slightly suspicious, but she would do as he asked.
"Don't take too long," Allyson said with a smile as she went to go find Oscar. Cameron watching her leave, turned his attention to the boys who entered the locker room.
His face was serious. He then made his way through the crowd. Guess it was time he taught these two a lesson.
Down on the road with Laurie Strode in her Truck…
Laurie and Michael were scouting out parts of Haddonfield. Laurie was driving in her truck, driving down the road. Listening to the Police Radio. Hoping to find any reports on bodies or a masked maniac.
Julian's House…
Vicky was currently doing the dishes. Washing a large kitchen knife after cutting some cake for Julian. Looking at her through the window, deeper into the yard. Someone was watching her. Though it was difficult to tell who or what. Vicky then set the large Kitchen knife on the drying rack.
She walked to the trash can, grabbed the bag, tied it up, and pulled it up out of the trash can. She walked out the door and to the back porch. She put it in another trash can. Just then Dave came out of nowhere and scared Vicky by making a horse noise. Startling Vicky.
"Shit," Vicky said quietly.
"I got you pretty good," Dave said.
"Yeah, you did," Vicky responded back. They both walked into the house. Talking amongst themselves.
It got to the point when Vicky and Dave started making out. Vicky cuffed Dave's face as they started kissing quite fiercely.
After a few minutes or so, Vicky and Dave made their way to the couch. Vicky was on top of Dave as they continued to kiss fiercely.
Just then, there was a noise from upstairs. Catching Vicky's attention.
"Did you hear that?" Vicky asked Dave.
"No," Dave said, almost sounding tired.
"I thought I heard something," Vicky said
"Probably Julian taking a dump," Dave said. Vicky however, wasn't buying it.
"Could you go check please," Vicky said.
"Do I have to?" Dave asked, reluctant to get up.
"Yes, would you please go look," Vicky asked once more. Dave made a small sigh.
"Alright, come on little buddy," Dave said as Vicky got off of him, Dave got up from the couch and was about to walk up the steps when Julian took a small leap on the stairs. Scaring Dave, causing him to curse himself.
"He was standing at my bedroom door staring at me…he had a Hockey-mask on!" Julian said in great fear. Vicky walked into the small hallway.
"Hey, little buddy, did Casper come into your room," Dave said as he chuckled to himself.
"Shut up! DAVE! I know what I saw…I heard his breathing, The Other Boogeyman's here! He's in here!" Julian said.
"Alright, come on I got you," Vicky said.
"No, no…Let's wait for The Good Boogeyman, Maybe he'll come, or send Dave…" Julian said pointing out Vicky should send Dave or get Michael Myers to check it…or at the very least the Police. Vicky looked back at Dave who seemed to not want to do it.
"No, no, no…Mr. Good Boogeyman doesn't need to come to the house," Vicky said as she tried to escort Julian back upstairs. Julian was extremely hesitant to go back upstairs.
"It's okay, I'm strong," Vicky said. They made their way to Julian's bedroom.
Just across the street…
Michael Myers had scouted the neighborhood for at least six minutes…and still no sign of Jason Voorhees. Some of the children offered him candy, and he didn't want to be rude, so he took the candy anyhow. His pockets were full of candy, he would have to find smaller children to give them to. There was one other house that he had yet to check…Julian's Home.
Many children flooded the street. He then started to grow slightly worried about Allyson…So he stopped and pulled out his iPhone X, he then tried to call Allyson. To prevent anyone from hearing him speak, he walked next to a house in an alleyway, he placed his hand on the side of the house, sort of leaning on it.
His phone rang for a few moments. She either had her phone silenced…or she just wasn't going to answer.
Julian's House…
"He was standing right there," Julian said as he pointed to his room.
"K, Let me check," Vicky said as she walked into the room, unable to be seen.
"Excuse me sir…what are you doing here?! You need to leave…Get out…" Vicky said almost in fear. Julian stood there, afraid.
"Vicky…" Julian said.
"BLAAAHHH," Vicky jump scared Julian as she jumped out of the corner. Julian jumped a bit, getting scared.
"Gotcha," Vicky said.
"You gotta be kidding me…" Julian said as he walked into the room.
"You're safe…no Evil Boogeyman in here," Vicky said.
"You checked everything?" Julian asked a little concerned, checking behind the door.
"Yep, I checked everything," Vicky said.
Back Downstairs…
Dave was smoking a cigarette. He then made his way outside to the garage.
"Sick…" Dave said…looking at a motorcycle.
Back in the House…
"See, there's nothing to be afraid of…there's no Evil Boogeyman, even if there…Michael Myers would protect you and so would I," Vicky said as Julian lay in his bed, Vicky was comforting him.
"Could you close the closet?" Julian said, looking at the barely opened closet door.
"Sure," Vicky said as she got up and walked to the closet.
In the Garage…
Dave started the Motorcycle. He sat on the seat, revving it up. He still had a cigar in his mouth, acting all cool and hot shot. He then turned off the Motorcycle, and as he was about to get off, the motorcycle fell on its side.
"Oh, shit," Dave cursed, now attempting to sit the motorcycle back up.
Inside Julian's Room…
Vicky walked to the closet, she pushed on it to shut it…but it stopped. Vicky tried to shut it again. But it stopped once more. Almost as if it had hit something, preventing it from shutting completely.
Julian sat up a little, slightly worried by what was keeping the door from closing.
Vicky then opened the door fully…inside the door was a tall man in a hockey mask. He raised his knife and slashed down on Vicky's arm, causing her to scream in pain. This also caused her to lose her balance as she fell to the ground.
"Oh shit!" Julian cursed as he got out of his bed and ran out of the bedroom.
Jason walked out of the closet and advanced toward Vicky. Vicky quickly grabbed a chair and smashed it into Jason's legs. Jason barely flinched from the chair, only halting for a mere second.
Vicky tried to run out the door but slipped on the tile with only her socks. She face-planted to the ground, and Jason grabbed her by her calf, pulling her back. Vicky grabbed the wooden rails of the second story.
"HELP!" Vicky yelled.
Downstairs…
Michael Myers walked up the porch, stopped in front of the door, and rang the doorbell. But no answer came. He rang the doorbell again. Still no answer. Michael grabbed the door handle and checked to see if it was unlocked.
And to his expectations…it was…that could only mean one thing.
Michael quickly opened the door and speedily walked inside the house.
He looked around to see if anyone was in the house. He heard the scream of a young girl. Crying for Help.
Outside in the Garage…
The scream of Vicky caught Dave's attention. He turned his head to the house. He was still attempting to sit the motorcycle up. But halted when Vicky screamed.
Back in the House…
Vicky struggled desperately, holding onto the railing for dear life. Jason tried to drag her back with one arm, holding the large butcher knife in his other hand.
Julian watched in horror as Vicky was being dragged by the massive behemoth.
"JULIAN RUN!" Vicky yelled. Julian in fear quickly ran down the stairs.
Jason jerked Vicky back, hard enough to where she lost her grip on the railing. Dragging her back closer to Jason.
"NO NO NO NO!" Vicky screamed. Jason grabbed her by the shoulder and flipped her on her back. Vicky got a good view of the monster that would inevitably end her.
Jason then grabbed her under her chin. Clenching it tightly. Squeezing her cheeks together. Vicky started to pound Jason on the shoulder, but it had no effect on him. Jason brought Vicky's face closer to his.
In the desperate struggle of Vicky's life, she saw his eyes…they were empty, soulless…and nothing but a void. They stared into Vicky's eyes as they both met. Vicky's staring into his…His stared into hers. Staring into hers for a long, long moment.
CH Ch ch HA Ha ha CH Ch ch HA Ha ha
Jason breathed heavily. He slightly tilted his head as Vicky continued to struggle out of Jason's grip.
Jason then released Vicky's chin. In fear, Vicky started to crawl away quickly as Jason watched her ominously and closely.
Downstairs…
Julian tried to run for the door, but instead ran into someone…He ran into him as Julian fell to the ground. He looked up to see…Michael Myers…Standing before him.
"Holy shit…" Julian said, Michael's attention, however, was more focused upstairs. But Julian quickly got back up on his feet and ran out the door.
He could see Vicky, one of Allyson's friends, desperately trying to crawl away from Jason…who hadn't killed her yet? Or was he toying with her?
Michael, on the initiative, threw the knife he had in his hand, hitting Jason in the shoulder, causing a small grunt to export out.
Jason stumbled slightly from the force of the blade. He turned his head to his greatest adversary. It had been forty years since they had their fight. Well…guess Jason was ready for a rematch. Jason gripped the knife in his shoulder and threw it to the side.
Michael stood at the ready for Jason. Who reacted quickly, power-walking fast toward the rails. The rails splintered apart as Jason leaped down at Michael. Jason raised his knife in a reverse grip, preparing to stab Michael, whilst leaping off the second story.
Michael stepped back to put some distance between himself and Jason. Jason landed on his feet, shaking the whole house, and even breaking some of the flooring. Jason slashed at Michael with his knife, and Michael dodged to the left. Jason slashed at Michael once more. Followed by another slash. Michael dodged both.
Michael slammed his shoulder into Jason's gut, picking Jason off his feet just slightly. Michael carried Jason into the kitchen and smashed him against the window. Breaking the glass as Jason flew out. Michael looked out the broken glass window as Jason played "dead". He rested on his back with shards of glass surrounding him.
Michael turned back behind him, he went back to check on Vicky and see if she was okay.
Vicky rested on the ground upstairs, her arm was bleeding majorly. And her leg that Jason had pulled on felt slightly dislocated. As in, Jason broke it.
Julian had already left the house as he went looking for help. Dave ran through the front door as he looked frantically for Vicky.
"VICKY! Vicky!" Dave yelled.
"Dave! Help me! Please help me!" Vicky pleaded upstairs. Dave ran as fast as he could up the stairs, seeing Vicky on her stomach, crying intensely, and bleeding badly.
"Shit, Vicky! What the hell happened!?" Dave yelled as he tried to pick her up.
"Dave, be careful! He broke my leg!" Vicky yelled in pain. She gritted her teeth and winced in pain.
"WHO!?" Dave yelled as he looked around for a solution.
"Some guy in a hockey mask!" Vicky said in pain, trying to prevent herself from hyperventilating.
"Hang on, Vicky, I'm calling the police!" Dave said as he pulled out his phone and dialed the number frantically. He was slightly shaking.
Vicky then screamed, causing Dave to turn around and see Michael Myers standing right there. But Michael quickly put a finger up to his mouth. Telling her to be silent.
CH Ch ch HA Ha ha CH Ch ch HA Ha ha
Jason breathed once more…he was getting back on his feet. Michael slowly looked behind him. He then turned back to Vicky and Dave who looked at him in confusion and fear…only it wasn't him they were afraid of.
Heavy footsteps could be heard from downstairs. Very heavy footsteps.
Michael quickly and quietly picked up Vicky, bridal style. Vicky covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Michael then gestured his head for Dave to follow, who didn't have to be told twice. Michael then opened the bathroom door as he walked in and set Vicky in the bathtub. Dave followed after. Michael put a finger up to his mouth, telling them to stay quiet.
"Please…no," Vicky pleaded quietly…telling Michael not to leave.
Dave got inside but looked out the door and see if Jason was coming up the stairs. Michael walked to the entrance. He turned to Dave and tried to slowly push Dave inside the door.
But Dave refused.
"No…I want in on killing that bastard…" Dave whispered fiercely.
"Dave…no!" Vicky whispered loudly and beggingly.
"Vicky, stay in here," Dave said quietly as he walked out the door. Michael tried to stop him, trying to prevent much noise. But Dave ignored him and got past him. Michael looked at Vicky, who was trying her best not to cry. She covered her mouth.
Michael then slowly closed the door, leaving Vicky in the bathroom. Michael would have to deal with Jason…but also…try to keep Dave alive.
Michael walked away from the bathroom door and into another room.
Heavy footsteps clanked on the stairs. Walking up the stairs like a massive behemoth, Jason was pissed. He turned down the hallway, seemingly, breathing heavily.
His prey would not escape him. He slowly walked down the hallway, making loud footsteps.
Vicky tried to stop crying. Her breathing labored heavily. Covering her mouth with both hands as tears drizzled down her cheeks and eyes, drying up when they didn't leave.
Jason looked into Julian's room first, only taking a peak inside. He could already tell no one was in this room. Jason continued his way down the hall, slowly, and ominously. As he did, he turned to the bathroom door, and grabbed the doorknob, gripping it tightly. He tried turning it, but the knob was locked in place. Jason tried shoving it with little momentum in his shoulder. The door didn't budge. Jason then rammed his shoulder into the door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.
Vicky tried not to scream again, utter and pure fear overtook her. She looked around for something to defend herself with. The only thing that would be useful was a shaver. Which had a blue color, and was quite small. It would be a useless weapon against Jason Voorhees.
Jason rammed the door with his shoulder again…this time, the door smashed open, swinging into the wall, and creating a huge dent as Jason stood in the doorway. He could then see Vicky sitting in the bathtub. She had a shaver in her hand pointing it at Jason defensively. She was terrified…But she won't be eventually.
Jason stared at her with an emotionless expression, not that his expression could be made out. Vicky then saw Dave standing behind Jason. With a knife in his hand. Dave gave a war cry. Catching Jason's attention, who quickly turned around to see who was behind him, only to be stabbed in the neck as Dave leaped on him. Stabbing Jason in the neck.
Jason slightly backed up from the surprise attack. Dave pulled out the knife again, making another war cry as he stabbed the knife into Jason's neck once more. Jason quickly grabbed Dave by the throat and tossed him back with one hand. Throwing Dave into the wall in the hallway. Dave fell to the ground as he grunted heavily.
Jason advanced to Dave, powerwalk style. Jason reached down and grabbed Dave by the throat, lifting him off the ground, and pinning him against the wall. Dave tried punching Jason's arm, slamming his fist down on it hard but had no effect on it whatsoever.
Jason raised the knife in his hand, preparing to stab Dave in the chest.
"DAVE NO!" Vicky screamed out in plea. Jason was about to stab Dave's chest, only for his arm to be caught. Halting it in place.
Jason turned his head, trying to figure out what had halted his arm. There, Michael Myers stood, with Jason's arm caught in his hand.
Michael quickly smashed his head into Jason's, causing Jason to stagger back, releasing his grip from Dave's throat. Dave fell to the ground clenching his throat and coughing abruptly. Michael pursued Jason at a fast pace. Throwing left and right hooks at Jason's face. Pushing Jason back further and further down the hallway.
Jason attempted to slash down on Michael with the knife, but all it met was thin air, with Michael dodging it quite smoothly.
Michael had trained for forty years, all for this one…moment. He was not going to back down without a fight.
Jason made another slash at Michael, this time, the knife stabbed into the wall, but missed its mark against Michael. Michael smashed his fist down on Jason's arm, breaking it. Jason reeled back as he clenched his arm tightly. Staggering backward to the now broken railing. Michael stared at Jason with a menacing, emotionless glare. Slowly advancing toward Jason.
Jason tried to fixate his arm, grabbing it tightly. He then moved it back, and the sound of bone and flesh cracking and popping together could be heard. Once Jason knew his arm could be snapped back together, he jerked it quickly, causing another teeth-gritting crack.
Before Jason could refocus back to Michael. Michael rammed his shoulder into Jason's gut, sending both of them off the second story and to the first story. Jason smashed to the flooring with Michael on top of him. The fall shook the entire house, even breaking the wooden flooring furthermore. Michael started throwing heavy punches at Jason's face. Left and right hooks, continuously. One followed by another. Jason grunted as the punches were followed, one after another.
Jason tried to block Michael's punches, keeping them from hitting his face. Michael never ceased to stop punching. Jason reared his right fist back, and punched it in Michael's face, pausing Michael for a short moment as it pushed him back a little. Jason, seeing the opportunity, grabbed Michael by the collar and threw him effortlessly into the wall that went into the living room. The wall completely smashed, with Michael being thrown straight through it. Both wood and drywall. Michael fell on his side. He slowly rolled to his stomach. Slowly bringing himself up.
But, was immediately picked up by the back of his collar and slammed into the TV on the stand with one hand by Jason Voorhees. Smashing the TV and the stand. Jason didn't stop there. He looked around for something electrical. Jason slowly looked up at a chandelier on the ceiling. Jason also saw a TV Cable. Jason looked at Michael who was slowly getting up, recovering from the injuries. Jason walked to Michael, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him up off the ground with two hands. Michael grabbed Jason's arms, trying to free himself. Jason smashed Michael on the ground. He then grabbed the Television cord. Pulling it out. It was seemingly a long cable.
Michael tried to get back up again. Jason then wrapped the Cable around Michael's neck. This was followed by Jason making sure the wires inside the cable were touching him. Afterward, Jason brought Michael to his feet, turning him around to where his back was facing him. Michael then wrapped the TV cable up to the chandelier, the wires connected to the cable powered the Chandelier to create light. Jason then threw Michael to the side. Still holding the TV cable in his other hand. Which was also wrapped around Michael's neck. Jason then brought the electrical wire to a Plug-in. Which Jason plugged in. It wasn't enough though. Michael attempted to release himself from the wire, but Jason had put it on tight.
There was a beer resting on a small table. Jason grabbed it and poured it on the plug and partly plugged in the wire. Causing sparks to fly. The entire house started short-circuiting. The lights started to flicker heavily. But…The electricity started to shock Michael.
Sparks flew from the powered chandelier and the wire that it was connected to. The voltage had a standard of 240 volts…now, with the Alcohol mixing with it, it was increased to at least 980 volts. It started to short-circuit the entire house. Zapping Michael heavily. It started to damage Michael's heart, and organs, causing blood vessel clots, even producing burns on his neck and body. Michael shook heavily, barely able to move. The House continued to short-circuit and flash in and out of lights.
Jason watched in amusement. He tilted his head to the side. It wasn't until Michael had stopped twitching and shaking. He went limp. Hanging from the cable that held his neck up by the chandelier. Michael stopped breathing as the electricity continued to electrify the house.
Until the voltage became so overwhelming, the lights to the house broke, cutting out the power to it. The lights were out as Jason stood in the living room. Staring at Michael's corpse.
Suddenly, Jason was stabbed in the back. Disrupting his view. He heard the war cries of David. David stabbed Jason in the back at least three times with a large kitchen knife, before Jason turned around, grabbing David by the throat. Pinning him against the wall. David tried to stab Jason again, but, Jason caught David's arm. Jason then made David stab himself in the throat. The knife went straight through his neck.
David gurgled heavily as blood gushed out from his mouth and the stab wound. Jason stared into David's eyes. Watching him die. David suddenly went limp as Jason let go of his throat. Releasing his arm which was still wrapped around the knife, but slowly and awkwardly slipped off as it hung down, loosely. David's head then slouched down as blood steadily seeped down his body. Jason backed up and admired his work. Tilting his head from side to side.
He had killed his Rival…for now…but there's no telling when he would come back.
Jason turned around back to Michael's limp corpse. Jason walked over to it, untying the wire from his neck. Michael's body fell to the ground, limply and like a ragdoll. Jason grabbed Michael's corpse by the collar of his jumpsuit. Jason started to drag the corpse up the stairs. There would be no telling when the police would arrive, or Michael's Wife, Laurie Strode.
Up the stairs…
Vicky sat in the tub, slightly crying, her mouth was dry, and her eyes were filled with dry tears. She hid in the tub, the bathroom door was closed since David went back down to help Michael. The power was out, completely. She didn't know how much time had passed. For her, it felt like an eternity. She could hear the hulking monster outside, dragging a body.
She covered her mouth, trying not to scream.
She could do nothing, but pray and hope that help would come. She sat in the bathroom, afraid, traumatized, and filled with indignant fear.
Jason walked into Julian's bedroom with Michael's corpse being dragged. Jason dropped the corpse and shut the door.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Hello Everyone! Jeez, it's been a helluva while hasn't it. I apologize for the long delay, I've been quite busy with my new Story, Red Dead Redemption: Monsters Inside. Along with my other stories that have yet to be published. As for Halloween IV: Michael vs Freddy, I've been chipping away at it bit by bit to those of you who are concerned. I'm trying to find the time as well as motivation to get back to writing since now it's hit over 1,000 views since its release.
I know I've been quite inconsistent lately with my Halloween Stories, especially my biggest Horro Fic Resident Halloween which is already well-loved and liked amongst you readers. Again, I'm doing my best to get back into that kinda stuff. I do have a life out of this.
For now, I will try to get back into writing more. Since I have a huge story releasing, as well as the Halloween: Evil Justice story that I'm sure no one has heard of yet, The only thing thus far that I've released for it, is a short teaser. I do await for reviews on those of you who have read it. Again, I have a lot on my table as of late.
Anyhow, I'll stop talking, enjoy the rest of your day.
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