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Jake groaned rubbing his eyes and blinking getting used to the harsh lighting of the trail. 'Coldwind Farm, I hate this map it's so bright'. He thought. You'd think he'd love the change of pace from dark cold maps but he just couldn't bring himself to like the open bright terrain. He turned looking to Claudette who had 'spawned' next to him. She smiled and waved him over to a generator that was near by. There was no speaking inside the trials, so most survivors resorted to hand gestures or sign language. Suddenly Claudette screamed as she was grabbed of her spot on the generator. Jake gasped looking up to see The Shape throwing Claudette over his shoulder like she was nothing. To him she probably was nothing..
Jake turned and bolted away from the objective nearly bumping into Dwight. 'Sorry Dwight but we gotta go' he thought, grabbing him and pulling him away from the hook Claudette was thrown on. They trudged through the corn finding a spot to hide. After a couple moments of silence a generator hissed to life. Jake let out a sigh of relief heading back to the original generator he was working on. Now with Dwight, it was much faster progress.
In the distance the sound of someone dying on hook rang in Jake's ears. He hated facing Michael, he was scary, strong, silent, and a merciless monster. He shuttered thinking of the horrific ways Michael could kill him. It wouldn't be hard, the man was huge. 'Only one generator done and someone's dead? We're screwed!' As though the entity was reading his mind Michael appeared. Jake spun around to face him. He was covered in blood head to toe breathing heavily. Jake bolted turning only to see Dwight getting snatched by the throat, a knife plunged deep into his stomach. He fought hard, kicking and shouting in pain. Jake knew it was pointless. He knew all to well the horrific vice grip he had.
'Oh god tombstone?' Jake gulped, out of breath he stumbled and fell into the killer shack. I'm doomed... he's gonna find me. 'He's gonna kill me. Im not getting out of this alive..' Jake fought for breath, his hand clenched over his mouth to silence his panicked breathing. The sabatour ducked into a locker praying Myers wouldn't check. Oh how foolish he was. The locker slammed open. A knife drove into the wood next to his head. Jake screamed looking up to see The Shape's expressionless masked face. He grabbed the raven-haired man from his hiding spot by the throat effortless slinging him over his shoulder like a hunter would with its prey.
And to Michael, that's all that Jake was. Prey. Just another toy to play with in the endless confines of the entity's realm. Jake didn't struggle, it was pointless.. everyone around him was dead. 'Just make it quick please.' He silently begged. Jake gasped as rather than immediately hooking him, Michael walked past the meat hook. Jake wasn't sure if he was relieved or even more terrified. Michael was a ruthless monster killing everything in sight with no remorse. What did he have in plan for the sabatour?
A question that would soon be answered as he was half hazardly thrown to the ground in front of the hatch. He struggled to his feet looking up at Michael with a questioning gaze. The killer didn't move, just stared back at Jake breathing heavily. Jake stepped toward the hatch 'thank you' the survivor signed to him. Jake jumped through the hatch completely unsure if Michael even had any idea what sign language was. 'I hope so or else that would just look like I'm waving my hands around like an idiot.'
When Jake blinked he was back at the campfire. "Jake!! That took a while what happened?" He was suddenly pulled into a hug. He looked down to see Claudette clinging to him like he had just risen from the dead. "He gave me hatch.. which I find very very odd. Michael isn't like that." Jake shrugged letting the botanist go. "Michael? As in my murderous brother kill everyone in sight Michael Myers?" Laurie shoved her way into the conversation. "I don't believe you, he kills and kills and kills. He wouldn't let a perfectly good helpless victim go." She crossed her arms and huffed pushing her long blonde hair out of her face. "Well he did. what else do you want me to say?" Make retorted taking a seat on the log by the fire.
The scenario from earlier kept replaying in his head over and over. It was weird, why would he ever let him go? "You good Jakey?" David nudged him hard in the shoulder. "Fuck off David I'm not in the mood." Jake grumbled looking deeply into the red flames that licked the firewood. "Why? I'm just messing Park." David looked taken aback by the sudden agression. Jake stood up and walked into the fog. The trees where dense and the mood was heavy around him "goddamn why can't I stop thinking about the hatch stuff.. it was just a hatch!" Jake whined to no one in particular. "God I hope my next trial is better." He groaned inwardly pressing his back against a tree.
"I saw you go off by yourself. Are you okay?" Jake jumped turning to see Dwight nearby. "Oh yeah I'm fine just wanted some time alone." The saboteur smiled softly. "Alright I hope you have fun with that then." With that Dwight walked off. Jake walked deeper into the fog. He soon stumbled into an area resembling the survivor camp fire. 'Where the hell am I?' Jake thought glancing around. Jake would soon be answered by a strong firm grip on his shoulders. He froze breath caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned his head to face the attacker.
Michael Myers..
Jake couldn't breathe. His breath caught hard in his throat. His mind screamed for him to run, to get far away and never look back. 'But what if I lead him back to the campfire? I can't do that to my friends..' Jake thought frantically looking around for something, anything to use as a weapon agasint his horrific attacker.
The grip on his shoulders suddenly stopped. Jake paused and turned to fully face The Shape. He was incredibly tall and well built, Jake had to give him that at least. "U-um.. what do you want?" He tried to sound threatening but his voice came out as a broken stuttering squeak instead. 'There goes my intimidation tactic' he thought half annoyed half terrifed.
Michael cocked his head to the side with a questioning gaze. The sabatour finally realized something, he wasn't holding his usual kitchen knife. ' Good, that gives me more a fighting chance.' Deep down he knew that wasn't true. He'd already thought of 4 ways Michael could kill him with brute strength alone. "Let me go and I'll pretended I didn't see you here today." Jake bargained but it seemed more like begging really.
Michael had taken a step back, just enough room for Jake to make a hasty decision. Run. He bolted as fast has he could, before he got very far a strong grip snagged the end of his shirt that didn't stop Jake however. He heard a loud rip as a small piece of cloth was torn from the rest. Jake stumbled nearly falling from the force.
That seemed to give Michael just enough time to snatch Jake by the throat. He lifted him into the air looking at him with a blank stare. Jake wrapped his hands around Michael's wrist, the grip was hard and sturdy. The grasp of a killer. Jake coughed begging for Michael to let him go with The little bit of air he had. The grip on his neck released and Jake collapsed to the forest floor choking and gasping for air. His hands met his throat as he coughed and gagged as air filled his lungs.
Jake didn't hesitate this time. Immedtly, he sprung like a cornered animal and bolted from The Shape. Soon he was back at the campfire. Shaking and out of breath he fell to the ground as soon has the got near his fellow survivors. "Jake? Oh my god Jake!" He was pulled to his feet, his vision blurry as he tried to figure out who had helped him up. He looked up seeing Makelia holding his shoulders and Dwight, David, Claudette, and Laurie huddled around him.
"Laurie- Laurie he-" Jake was cut as a coughing fit struck him like a train. "Who Jake?" Laurie patted his back as he held his throat. He couldn't see it but he knew a ring of bruises must've formed already. "Mich-" he coughed again "Michael." He finally managed to squeeze the words from his mouth. Claudette and Laurie exchanged a horrified look. "What did he do to you?" Makelia asked softly touching the bruises that had formed around his throat.
"I found a place.." he paused to catch his breath. Finally once he had it back he told his story of what had happened. "Motherfucker." Laurie growled under her breath. "So what you're saying is... killers have a way to get to us?" Dwight squeaked in fear biting his nails. "I guess so..." Jake sighed as the camp transcended into an uncomfortable tense silence.
Michael's Pov
Michael looked down at the piece of cloth he had ripped from Jake's shirt. The puney survivor was now long gone yet Michael hadn't moved. 'I need to see him I need it. I want to see the look on his face as he dies.' But Michael knew that would be a waste. He wasn't sure if a survivor dying outside of a trail was permanent. And he wasn't about to find out on his precious little toy.
Something about Jake was different than the countless others he had slaughtered. He couldn't figure out why he felt like he needed the sabatour, like he'd die without him.. maybe it was look of terror that washed over his face when he grabbed him. The whimpers he made as he choked him. It didn't matter to Michael, he just wanted him all to himself.
He wanted to squeeze the life out of him again and again. See him try in agony as he'd shove his knife into his stomach. Just the thought of it made him want to follow him right back to the campfire and torture him for hours. 'Not yet. I'll just watch him for a while longer.' Michael hoped he see him in his next trail. The entity seemed to be on his side as he was called by it.
Michael blinked his eyes open looking around for his first sweet victim. However before he even had the chance to kill anyone, he noticed his obession. Jake Park. 'I get to play with you again, what a nice creature the entity is.' Michael snuck closer to the raven-haired boy before grabbing him, clamping his large hand over the frightened survivors mouth. Jake's breathing was hard and heavy. Michael wanted nothing more than to devore him right then and there.
Jake was his. No one could have him. He took a deep breath breathing in Jake's scent. He smelled like charcoal and firewood, Michael fucking loved it. They stayed like that for a while until Michael had enough. He dragged his blade down his stomach just enough to get a reaction from the raven-haired man. Jake hyperventilated kicking his legs in fear.
Oh if only he knew how pretty and helpless he looked to Michael....