Michael (devil_eyes) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-03 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | belial the mad hatter, michael myers |
Who: Michael and Belial
What: He hasn’t been to an amusement park in a long time and besides, there are sooo many people that he could knife there. Think of all the great possibilities.
When: Right after sundown aka the best time for murdering people.
Where: An amusement park
Rating: TBA, but likely high. There will be blood and some craziness, people.
Status: In progress
Nobody could honestly claim to know how Michael Myers did some of the things that he did. Everything achieved by him, everything done, could be blamed on evil and all that was supposedly unholy and infested with sin.
For instance, you were going to bed, you locked both doors and every single window; you knew you did these things, there was no doubt in your mind. You had the newest security system installed two months ago and it worked just like it was supposed to, perfectly and without flaw. Three weeks ago somebody had tried to get in by breaking a window, but the alarms went off and the police were notified right away. Nothing was taken and nobody was hurt. It was a happy ending that the security company would love to talk about during their commercial. But then something went terribly wrong. It was a nightmare that never happened when you had expensive security systems and locked doors. It shouldn’t have happened but it did happen and now the hardwood floors are stained with blood and the golden retriever is dead in the upstairs hallway. The teenage daughter is screaming for her life and your gun won’t pry him away for some reason… The bullets make him stagger but they don’t take him down and soon she’s dead and he’s coming after you. And then you’re dead too. Everybody in the locked up house is sprawled out and bleeding, lifeless on the floor, on the bed. He couldn’t even find the heart to spare the dog.
It didn’t make sense but it happened. It wasn’t logical but it happened. And they blamed evil. Because only true, untamed evil could do what he did.
Maybe if you asked some of the folks who didn’t exactly appreciate him, they would tell you that it took somebody wicked to get passed security and into an amusement park that required money and one of those itchy wristbands that meant a full day’s worth of exciting fun. With their awful luck to blame, that fun was about to be ruined for a few ill-fated people, by somebody who didn’t have an ounce of respect for them and their good times. Following the giant shadows of oaks and elms and palms he stalked along the sidelines, a predator biding his time. In the back of his mind there was a distant memory of being taken to a place like this as a child—as a younger child, for he was still very much a child at barely sixteen years old.
With the strong stench of cotton candy, candy apples red on sticks, and the yells of pleasure coming from the roller coasters, from the colorful lit up faris-wheel, the stalker’s footsteps were drowned out and silenced. That was one of the problems that his victims always suffered: They never noticed him trailing along until it was too late to take action. When they did turn around to realize that there was something unordinary close by, that vital moment for getting away from him had already come and gone. It had passed and now it was non-existent and out of reach.
A woman went limp against a bench with a scream that wasn’t heard, a man fell to the ground next to a closed concession stand after looking down at the knife sticking through his stomach, amazement written all over his face. A seven year old child backed away from him and took off into the crowd, frightened by the knife in his hand, sticky and gleaming red.
With the excitement that was as thick as molasses in the air, nobody had come across the bodies that he’d left behind. Somebody was bound to notice them soon, but for now they were untouched and Michael moved back along the line of trees and the fence that separated them from the park. He stood facing the luminous rides and the happy people, not yet sure if he would go back into the expanse of the heavy swarm or call it quits and slink back into wherever he went when he disappeared from sight.