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Not everything always worked out the way it was supposed to in the Entities realm. She, though no one would ever dare to say so out loud, was not perfect. Occasionally there were...odd moments. For example, as Kate had reported to the group a few days ago, there had something strange happened in a trial against The Trapper where he ended up stuck in a pallet, unable to get out of it. From what the Musician told them it had looked quite uncomfortable. It happened more often than not that something, mostly small things, not quite right would happen during their trials. Usually it was something like a tree in an odd location or something similiar but there was also the really annoying possibility of one (or more) of them not being able to enter the trial, leaving the rest of their team one (or more) survivor(s) short. It was hard enough with four against one as it was, they couldn't afford to lose a teammate before they even begun.
Today it was no different. The fog surrounded them and it took forever to actually reappear on today's playground. Only two survivors had actually gotten into the trial. Today's playground had been the Coldwind Farm, against a completely ruthless Frank.
There was no chance since the beginning. Within two minutes both Jake and Laurie had been hooked once with not a single generator finished. While Laurie kept the Killer busy for now, Jake was just about to finish installing a brand new part into the generator. This had the hoped effect of powering the generator up to roughly 90% life.
Though his satisfatction didn't last for long when he heard Laurie screech in the distance, startling him enough to connect two wrong wires. The Generator exploded in his face. The shockwave threw him backwards into the grass. His arms were scraped open, getting bloody and dirty from the dry earth underneath the fresh wounds. The Saboteur cursed. He was unconcentrated already as it was, he didn't need any more distractions in addition to his cravings.
Closer than comfortable Laurie screamed again, in pure terror. Jake lifted his head and peaked his head between two trees to see what exactly was going on.
The Raven realized he was utterly and completely fucked when he witnessed the Legion slamming his little knife deeply inside Laurie, effectively gutting her.
Even more unsettling: After Strode was dead, Frank, without even having to think, turned to him.
Jake could feel the grin under that stupid mask.
The Killer got up from his crouching position above the other survivor and immediatly started sprinting towards towards Jake.
The survivor whined and started running away in...well it felt more like a routine instead of panic.
The Chase was not too long though. There were not many pallets left from Lauries time with the Killer and their position was rather inconvinient for Jake too. Not much space to avoid Franks knife. It didn't take a long time until the pocket knife had inflicted two deep cuts on the Ravens hip and thigh. The one one the thigh had just barely avoided cutting his privates but his pants were slowly soaking themselves full of blood.
Their chase came to a sudden halt when Frank, not quite feeling like playing by the rules today, suddenly lunged fowards and threw himself on Jake with all his body weight. Though the two of them were rather similiar in height with the Killer maybe being an inch or two taller, it still was a very painful impact as he all of a sudden found himself face first in the dirt with Legion pinning him to the ground.
The killer was breathing heavily, seemed quite exhausted from running around with Laurie so much. "I swear...you're...How do you guys never...run outta breath...uhg..." the Killer...uttered between shaky breaths as his elbow pressed painfully into Jakes spine. The Saboteur winced and wiggled underneath Frank to get the taller man off of him. That seemed to remind said one that he still had a survivor under him as as a reaction to Jakes wiggling the Legion got up from his uncomfortable position and grabbed him by the rim of his pants and, with a bit more effort than Frank would ever admit he had to put into it, lifted the Saboteur on his shoulder and moved towards a meathook for a sacrifice. Fighting was hopeless, the hook was way too close to even attempt freeing himself. When the hook pierced his shoulder Jake let out a bloodcurling screech, his voice breaking from the intensity of his cry of agony. The rusty metal inside his flesh, rubbing and pulling on him, ripping his veins open. His Jacket stained with red, tears glistening in his eyes as he looked down into the Legions dark eyes staring right back at him. To add even more to the pain, Frank slashed his knife across Jakes stomach, inflicting a shallow but painful wound. "Fuck. You." the Raven grunted right before the Entity claimed his soul and pulled him up into the sky to bring him back to the campfire.
Only...this time he didn't wake up at the campfire. Instead Jake found himself inside a twisting nether, floating through what seemed like an endless void. There was barely any light, nothing indicating where up and down were. In an attempt to find some sort of balance he wiggled his arms and legs around for a bit only to find himself slowly spinning around.
A long spiderleg eventually saved Jake from floating aimlessly through darkness by piercing the back of his collar to keep him steady. The leg pulled him...upwards? Towards a somehow even darker spot. It was fog he realized when the floating leg had brought him close enough to examine the black fog with more attention. It swirled way faster than fog should be able to move, surrounding him.
"I have waited for a chance like this." The gentle voice of a woman rung in his ear. It sounded familiar, though he felt like it was none he ever heard with his ears before. From behind arms loosely wrapped around his waist. Jake tensed up at the sudden physical contact and glanced to the side. A young looking woman had placed her head on his shoulder. She was extremely pale with greasy black hair reaching down to her feet. She seemed to notice how the Saboteur tensed up because she released him from her grasp and floated around to face him. Around her naked, bloody feet the greasy hair turned into the black fog, the same one that always surrounded them before their trials. Only now Jake noticed, the girl was completely naked although she, despite looking clearly female, seemed to have no vagina. Whether she had nipples or not couldn't be told as her hair covered a large portion of her breasts. She was rather short, roughly the same height as Feng Min. Her body looked horrendous, ripcage and hipbones sharply sticking out with the pale skin stretched tightly across it.
Though this girl looked more like she needed serious help Jake was sure she could easily rip his face off and eat it. As if she had read his mind, the strange girl chuckled.
"I indeed could do so, my little Raven." She whispered in a sweet sweet voice. It was fake, there lay cruelty underneath all the sweetness. "But this is not why I have brought you this close to myself. I am sure you are aware of who I am, right?" Her clawed hands brushed over Jakes cheek. Her touch was icy, like someone had frozen his face on the parts where she'd touched him. "The Entity."
There was no question in his voice, it was simply the stating of a rather obvious fact.
The starved girl nodded. "You are a smart one, Jake Park." The Entity spoke, again brushing his cheek. "You have...finesse. That's why you are my favourite."
She waved her arm, Jake noticed it was sprinkled with boiles. Many hadn't as many freckles as she had boiles across her body. Where she had waved her arm...something appeared.
It felt a bit like looking through a window although there was not darkness on the other side but he was able to see something through it that send his pulse through the roof with positive adrenaline.
He could see Michael Myers clearly as if he was looking at a TV. His lover stood there with his back to Jake and the Entity. She curiously studied Jakes face, seemed eager for a reaction.
A hand reaching out towards Myers made the goddess smirk. "I'm afraid he can neither see nor hear us. And you won't be able to touch him. But this is why I have brought you here, Jake Park." Her fingers curled around his outstretched arm by the wrist, gently pulling him towards her.
She was an awfully touchy goddess. The way she ran her free hand through his hair and her spiderlegs curling around him made his face twist in discomfort.
Only when her mouth was just inches apart from his, Jake was able to smell the odd odor coming from her. It reminded him of death yet without the foul stench normally coming with it. Her smell could best be described as...cold. It was the closest fit.
"Normally when I pull prey for the ranks of my praisers into my realm...they don't fall in love with each other." she eyed him up and down through her eternal black eyes. Jake tried to flinch away from her but the legs kept him in place. Gently but firm she forced the Saboteur to look at her again. "I didn't expect you, the loner, the outsider of my sheep to find love here." The Entity brushed her fingers over Jakes jacket, the zipper was pulled down by what seemed like a strand of her hair. Underneath Michaels shirt came to view, torn apart and stained with red where Frank had hit and the hook had pierced him.
The way she touched him was so gentle. Way different from what the survivors knew when they were sacrificed. "But I did not bring you here to praise you, my sheep. In fact, I have brought you here so you could praise me instead." She chuckled to herself when Jake did not seem to understand what she meant. "I wish for you to to join my ranks of hunter, little raven. Unlike the others I will let you choose whether you want to do so or not."
The Saboteurs eyes widened at her words. "Of course you will have to hunt and sacrifice your friends if you decide to accept my offer but keep in mind: You will get to be with your beloved Michael whenever you want to." The Entity looked at her little raven, now with a more serious look on her face. "Declining my offer though might have a few unpleasant aftereffects. Should you decline I shall no longer bring you into the same trials as the Shape. I know just how much you...need your 'lover'."
Jake was stunned, unable to breath. The Entity's spiderlegs curled even tighter around him. It started to hurt. "Where...Uh. Where do the Killers go after a trial?" The Saboteur asked in an uncertain tone. He'd been wondering about this for quite some time, Myers couldn't answer him and he didn't know if the other killers could talk, aside from the entirety of the Legion.
"They...Share a large space I have created from my own mind. You will find it is more comfortable than your little campfire."
Jake frowned the tiniest bit. Being so close to the Entity herself starting to get really uncomfortable. "I...would have to hunt my friends and live among those who killed me in the past?" he asked carefully, already knowing the answer. The Entity nodded.
"But I would get to see Michael whenever I want?" Another nod.
"Then I accept your offer and become a killer."
At that, the Entity smiled widely, her pearlwhite teeth, sharp as razors, shining in the darkness.
"Splendid."
The goddess let go of the Saboteur who, instead of continuing to float, rapidly felt the weight of gravity as he started to fall down into the abyss with a scream.
Above him the Entity consumed her chosen avatar in fog and vanished back into the void.