Character Lore:
•Micheal Myers was considered a unstoppable killer, forged to be the embodiment of pure evil. With every October on Halloween the slasher killer would rise from whatever hole he hid in, and began his rampage once more in a lake of crimson blood. His mere presence caused conflicting division of Haddonfield with some demanding for his execution while others demanded imprisonment. However there was one party who had other plans, the lurked in the shadows studying “the shape” and learning all they could. One brave Hunter took the task, preparing for the 31st and low and behold the killer managed to make his presence known with brutal killings.
With the bodies left behind it was almost as if the killer was looking for someone specifically and these bodies where just a warning, the Shape eventually made it home only patrolling in a car, lurking out the barely see through window covering in blood. The town almost seemed empty like a ghost town with not a single soul in sight, all that was around where flashing of traffic red lights and through a window in the television store was the news.
NEWS: EVERYONE EVACUATE HADDONFIELD!
This infuriated Micheal so much he punched through the glass window and destroyed the television, he breathed heavily and looked at his own reflection thinking things over but stopped when seeing a flashing yellow lights of a figure behind him. Turning around he held his knife at the ready, facing a Yautja Warrior coming out of invisibility. Micheal didn’t seem unfazed by the creature, only seeing another soul in his way and with that he began speed walking towards the Yautja, knife raised in hand. Ready to draw blood it only pointed a mere inch away from the hunters mask, with the Yautja’s equally muscular arm holding the knife at bay. The Hunter responded by jabbing his wrist blades into Micheals ribs, only getting a quiet gasp as a response as he shakingly pulled the two wristblades from his sides.
The two where at a stand still with equal strength locking up, but the more they stood like this the more Micheals strength increased. Almost starting to overpower the Yautja warrior, more and more of the Yautjas strength defense began to get lowered with attempts of stopping like head butts only seemed to tire the Yautja. It was almost like Micheal Myers was draining the Yautja of his strength to use for himself, but the Yautja Warrior had one trick at the ready. With no other choice the Yautja used his laser to aim at Myers, the shoulder canon grabbing the attention of the serial killer and before Micheal could react, a flash of blue struck the masked killer.
The Shape looked dazed and stunned as he barely held his footing, only looking at the Warrior with one good eye, the side of his face being completely scorched and bleeding with the mask being burned away slowly by blue plasma. The Warrior began to punch Micheal with his the butt of the knife, hitting only the scorched side of the killers face finally leaving a opening with Micheal Myers stumbling back. The Killer of Halloween looked up to see the Warrior jumping in the air and slam his wristblades into the eye sockets and straight through his skull, but the monster of the night was still moving trying to pull the wristblades out. The Hunter was no longer playing with his prey now, before he was studying and admiring the strength of one human similar to that of a army of human men. The Warrior raised the large kitchen knife Micheal Myers used to kill so many and with one clean cut the killers head was detached from his body, finally ending the struggle.
-hours later-
The Hunter listens to Earths news broadcast, celebrating the end of Micheal Myers terror grip on the small town. With the news describing a scene of a skinned body hung upside down in a alleyway, having blood spell out “The Shape is Dead” on the wall. The news confirmed this to be the real Micheal Myers this time, that’s when the Hunter turned off the transmission and looked down at the freshly skinned skull in his hands. Gently placing it on the trophy wall among many other creatures the Hunter killed, but something felt off as he looked towards the burnt off mask that he dared to keep. It was strange as though the mask was trying to make a connection, when holding the charred and bloody mask it was as though the mask was alive, breathing, whispering to the Hunter.
Out of anger the Hunter through the mask at the wall in the corner, away from eye view. He didn’t dare to look at the mask or even Micheal Myers skull, but the more he ignored the objects, the stronger their temptation grew, needling and scratching his brain, tapping its skull to be let in. The Predator fell into insanity and eventually became a copycat Micheal Myers, killing all that came across him without a change of expression. The killing only stopped when the Yautja came to South America, hearing another of his kind just like him……possessed by a undying killer of Crystal lake……
