“Show yourself mother fucker!!” Kurtis yelled, his knuckles white from gripping the wood axe tightly, the blood from the wound on his forehead running down his face, around his right eye, gathering in his goatee. His letterman ruined, his own blood staining it, he was pissed. More pissed that his head had been slammed off a corner of a kitchen cabinet, but his ruined letterman was coming in close second.
“Maybe we should, you know, try to get out of here,” Jayme whispered, her arms shaking from holding the shotgun. Firing the two rounds she had fired had rocked her body. She had never fired a gun before, and wasn’t in the least bit expecting the kick from the weapon. The only reason it hadn’t floored her was the amount of adrenaline running through her body. Just like Kurtis’ letterman, her skimpy playboy bunny costume was ruined, but the blood covering it wasn’t her own. No, the blood covering her, from her bunny-ear-blond-haired head down to her three inch healed feet was the blood of her gutted friend Laurie, who had been cut from throat to gut, like a deer, the blood spraying like a terrible horror movie.
“The doors are locked. And the windows are shatterproof. We need to kill this fucker and, I don’t know, get the keys off him.” Liam had a headache. Staring through his glasses with the left lens missing gave him a headache, his eyes trying to fight with each other over focus, his brain being the victim. But more so his right leg hurt, the stab wound in his thigh making it almost impossible to stand. The belt he was using as a turniquette only slowed the bleeding, but not stopped it, his jeans warm and sticking to his leg, the pants soaked through with blood. Gripping the fire poker in one hand, he had to fight to keep his free hand from shaking, trying to seem as calm and brave as Kurtis.
The bodies that littered the home were classmates, some friends of the trio, more so Kurtis and Jayme, a very few Liam’s. In ten of the rooms, playing on the televisions in each of the rooms, a Halloween movie was playing, the second of the original series playing in the living room that the trio was in. Trapped in the home that had earlier been the scene of the biggest Halloween party that any of the teenagers had been too, it had quickly become a living nightmare, all but the three killed by a Michael Myers impersonator.
“Come on you fucking pussy!” Kurtis continued to taunt their enemy, their own Michael Myers. “Let’s finish this!” Taking his axe to the television, he smashed the screen, cutting short the “real” Myers’ massacre through the hospital.
“Yeah, you pussy,” Liam yelled, not going to let Kurtis be the sole hero in the situation. He knew it wasn’t the best time to try and one-up the school’s star quarterback, but Jayme had always been his crush, and in that instance, if they lived and he had been brave enough, maybe, just maybe she would see him for more than just the horror-movie/ indie-comic nerd that he was. “You look like a douchebag in that mask! IT WAS A WILLIAM SHATNER MASK TO BEGIN WITH YOU ASSHOLE!!!”
“Who,” Jayme began, stuttering from fear, “who is William Shatner?” she asked. Both Kurtis and Liam gave her quick glances wondering why the hell she would be asking a question like that at a time like that. If they both made it through the night, Liam was so going to fill her in on the ol’ Kirkmeister.
Hearing a scream from the upstairs, the trio was startled, all three jumping, Jayme having to force her own scream to stay in her throat and had been just two more millimeters away from pulling the trigger on the shotgun enough to let off another round. Thinking everyone was dead, they knew that someone else had been found by the killer, and that someone had been killed by said killer.
“He’s upstairs,” Liam said, slowing making his way to the door that led into the hallway that led to the staircase.
“No shit dipshit,” Kurtis said, giving the nerd a narrow-eyed glare.
“Be nice Kurtis,” Jayme said, the head cheerleader not believing that in their time of needing to pull together, her hot-headed boyfriend was still being a dick to one of the many kids he was so regularly a dick too. “Where are you going Lee?”
“It’s Liam,” he corrected his crush, not at all upset that she still didn’t know his name, “And if he’s upstairs, if we, I don’t know, corner him. I mean. The two, or three of us, should be able to take him. Right?”
“I shot him. With a shotgun.” Jayme said, her first round missing the killer, but her second shock after she quickly and somewhat knew what to expect from pulling the trigger hit the target.
“And I stabbed him with his own knife man. Then got him twice with the axe. And he’s still coming! So fuck that. We stay here. He’ll come to us, or fuck man, the cops should be on their way. They have to be.” The three took a moment to listen, hoping to hear approaching sirens, or even creaky footsteps from someone coming down the stairs. Instead only their heavy breathing was audible.
“Where do you think he is?” Liam began, and as the final words exited his mouth, he felt the sharp pain of the large kitchen knife enter his back, just as he heard the words “behind you!” exit the mouths of Kurtis and Jayme. The knife being pulled free, Liam was pushed aside, the killer done with him. For the time being.
“Who the fuck are you!?” Jayme said, waving the gun at the killer, wanting to know who had killed all her friends. Instead of pulling the trigger again, her shotgun pointed right on the masked murderer.
Kurtis raising the axe above his shoulder like a baseball bat, he ran at the copycat Michael Myers, anger painted on his face, the quarterback’s plan to decapitate the murderer, knowing he had the strength to do the job, if only he could connect….
Swinging the axe, the blade missed, the murderer ducking, lunging forward and up, digging his kitchen knife into Kurtis’ throat, the football star dropping the axe, reaching for the knife buried clean to the hilt in his neck. Pushing Kurtis off his knife with three fingers against the quarterback’s head, blood squirted from the wound, splattering the murderers jumpsuit.
Jayme, the last standing, seeing her boyfriend squirming on the ground, blood from his neck wound pooling around him as he gurgled and was dying, then a quick glance to the nerd that had been dressed as John Constantine, though she hadn’t know that. He was still alive, wide-eyed looking at the murderer, the knife having severed his spine, leaving his paralyzed.
Squeezing the trigger, there was no gunshot, only that oh-so-familiar click that said the gun was empty. Frantically squeezing again and again, nothing fired. Tears running from her eyes, mingling with her dead friends blood that was caked on her face, Jayme couldn’t help but keep on squeezing that trigger.
“So you want to know who I am, do ya?” the murderer finally spoke, having not said a single word throughout the entire night’s massacre. Letting the arm holding the knife fall to his side, his free hand moved to remove the mask. Pulling it free, the killer looked at the last remaining, standing person left from the party.
“Mike Meyers?” Jayme asked, in shock that the killer had been one of Kurtis’ best friends. “Why? Why would you do all this? Why would you kill all those people? Kurtis? Lee?”
“Liam,” Liam managed to say from the floor, correcting the girl again though she hadn’t really been paying attention to him, her focus more so on Mike.
“Why!? Why did I kill all you mother fuckers!? I’ll tell you bitch. Mike Myers!! Helluva name, right? I couldn’t have been named Frederick Krueger. Or Jason Vorhees, or even FUCKING CHUCKY THE LIVING MOTHER FUCKING MY BUDDY DOLL!! No, my parents just had to name me Michael. They had to give everyone a reason to connect me to those stupid fucking Halloween movies!! I mean, the third one didn’t even have anything to do with Michael Myers, but still, that one dumb fuck had to say to me, ‘season of the witch, man’. I gutted him with a big fucking smile on my face! Liam was right. It had been a William Shatner mask that was the face of that mother fucker. Michael mother fucking Myers!”
“You, you killed all those people because your name is Michael Meyers? Are you fucking crazy?!” Jayme couldn’t believe it. Yeah, she had made a Halloween movie reference joke to Mike here and there, but everyone did. They had all just been jokes. Just jokes.
“Am I crazy?” Mike laughed. Laughed so hard it made his stomach hurt. A great chuckle had had at that question. “Of course I’m fucking crazy you dumb blond bimbo!! I killed more than half our classmates at my Halloween party because they made jokes concerning my name. If that ain’t crazy, then what the fuck is these days baby?!”
“Go to hell Mike!” Jayme said, squeezing the trigger one last, knowing nothing would happen, but hoping something would.
“You first doll!” Mike, lifting the knife and running leaping at her, he was stopped in midair, the floor below him, the spot where he had been standing erupting in an explosion. Floorboards and splinters going everywhere, Kurtis’ body flying till his corpse collided with the wall, his blood splattering like a paintball impact.
From the explosion, the source of the sudden change in events, a giant tentacle, wrapping itself around Mike, wrapping like an anaconda would it’s prey. Slamming the murderer into the wall, the floor, the wall, then violently waving the crazed teenager through the air like a toddler would a rattle.
“What the fuck!!!” Mike yelled, hearing his bones snap from the squeezing, the sound mixing with Jayme’s screams as she backed up quickly to get away from the writhing, strange, giant tentacle that had just burst out from the basement. Slamming Mike against the floor one more time, it silenced the teen before pulling him through the whole, the tentacle and teen disappearing.
In shock, not sure what to think, Jayme dropped the shotgun, her eyes not leaving the gaping hole in the floor. Shaking all over, she slowly moved to sit on the floor, unsure of what to do next. Closing her eyes, tears still falling, streaks running down her cheeks, she sobbed quietly, opening her eyes just in time to see another tentacle make it’s entrance into the room through the hole.
Snapping her way in the blink of her baby blue eyes, the olive green tentacle wrapped itself around her ankle, pausing only for a brief two and three quarter seconds before dragging the girl across the floor to the hole, which would then lead to her most certain, most likely gruesome and slow demise.
Gripping for her life to the edge of the hole, fighting against the tentacle pulling at her leg, she looked with terror into Liam’s eyes, her eyes growing wider and wider with each passing millisecond.
“Lee!” she strained to say, her strength draining quickly, the tentacle willing the tug-o-war battle. “Lee! Help me!”
“I’m fucking paralyzed!” Liam yelled. “AND MY GOD DAMNED NAME IS LIAM YOU DUMB BLOND BIMBO!!!” His irritated yell distracting her and surprising her momentarily, it was enough for her to be pulled into the hole from his sight.
Laying there, unable to move, not sure if a tentacle was coming for him, Liam just closed his eyes and lay there, not wanting to know what his fate was going to be. His body numb all over, his eyelids growing heavy, he was just about asleep when another sound stirred him from his almost sleep.
Coming from the other side of the room, where Jayme had slid down to sit, her cell phone lay, ringing, having fallen out of her short, short, shorts just before the tentacle that had taken her had taken her. Ringing, the song blaring from the bedazzled phone told Liam one thing and one thing only. He was in hell. Unable to move, unable to answer the phone, he had to just lay there and listen. Listen to….
“Mmmmm boppp, doo dada mmmmm boppp.”