Tricia was close behind, she didn’t like the look of the rest of the crew. They all seemed bloodthirsty, or conceded. She saw Mike looking at something through his black glasses, she saw his lip was sneering. She saw images blip across the lens’, and as the group moved forward, a dark figure tackled Mike. She watched in horror as Mike shouted, “Go on ahead! I can handle this sack of shit!” His chainsaw revved, and as the group moved on without Mike, Tricia wouldn’t leave his side.
As Mike grappled with the dark shadow, he felt an unidentifiable fear flash through him. He stared it in it’s eyes, and felt himself age quickly, he felt his soul turn old, ad he looked away. The left bottom half of his hair had turned gray(in no way similar to the events of Evil Dead 2), and he swiftly kicked the figure off him. “Come get some.” He ordered. The figure flashed a bright light at Mike, and Mike dodged it, thrown forward by the explosion, Mike heard a clank that didn’t ring a bell…His coat’s back was singed, and Mike growled, he revved the saw and charged. A direct hit resulted in the creature being ripped in half. The bottom half rejoined the top, and the monster laughed. The creature’s mad chuckle annoyed Mike to no end. The two barrels were in its face, and fired off before it knew what had hit it. The tattered remains of its head fluttered to the floor like feathers. Its black hands turned to claws, and they slashed at Mike at a blinding speed. Suddenly Mike could see its movements before they happened, a function of the glasses he realized. The chainsaw purred like a kitten as Mike sawed the monster’s black ribbon like limbs off. They kept growing back, and soon the monster tired of this fight. It lifted Mike by the wrist, below the saw and looked him in the face. He tore the saw from Mike’s still bleeding stump. It fell to the floor with a clank, and Tricia looked on in horror as Mike was thrown into a wall. Blood leaked from where Mike’s head connected with the steel. Mike reached for his trusty shotgun, but he saw it on the floor…and the shadow was between it and him.
In a demonic voice the figure chanted, “We will destroy you and your friends, this world will be ours…for we are many…we…”
“Shut up and fight,” Mike said, drawing the pulse rifle. He blew a hole in the figure big enough for him to leap through, tossed the rifle back, as he had overloaded its power core. A green flash enveloped the monster as Mike snatched up his gift from HAS. The back of his coat burned with green fire, Mike tossed it off. He watched as half the room was melted in an anti-matter reaction.
“Is it…dead?” Tricia asked, clutching Mike.
“No way anything survived that.” He said, a tear running down his cheek at the sight of his coat’s ASHes.
As they turned to rejoin the group, the figure had begun reassembling itself. Small black shadows joined making larger ones, and as Mike and Tricia walked slowly and unsuspectingly a claw flew for Mike, and as he turned, the claw tore downward on his face, leaving four bloody tears in his face, one ripping into his right eye. As blood ran down his face, Mike pushed Tricia to the floor, and she slid a solid ten feet. “You don’t give up do you?!” Mike said, his right eye clenched shut in an attempt to cease the bleeding. The creature brandished its bloody claws, grinning with black teeth against an evil blue silhouette. Its eyes glowed purple as it gazed into Mike’s soul, his glasses now lying on the floor, undamaged. It grabbed his back, digging its claws into his back right through his sneaking suit. He flew across the room with a trail of blood trailing where the claws had been in his back. He landed in the area of the room where the rifle had exploded, and the melted steel was hot even through the gloves of his sneaking suit. His blood dripped onto the floor, and he could smell it burning. He felt weak due to loss of blood, and he pressed his cheek onto the smoldering metal. The pain was incredible, but it was the only way to stop the bleeding. His charred skin covered his face, but as the monster closed it’s claws around his neck, new wounds opened on his neck. “You will never win, the only weapons that can destroy me are locked safe in an armory…” Mike was hit by a moment of realization, the thermal charges, he had dropped them when he was thrown forward by the explosion…Sure enough there they were. Laying on the floor, they were so close yet so far. He kicked the monster in it’s gut, a useless feat which caused the creature to laugh hysterically. Mike activated his boot-jets, and burned a hole in its stomach, it screamed, and dropped Mike. Gasping for air, as his windpipe had been cut by the monster’s razor claws, Mike rolled to the charges…he also saw his glasses, and he picked them up and tossed them to Tricia.
In a raspy voice, due to the wounds in his throat, Mike told her, “Get…out…of here…the glasses will…show you the way…”
“No…I wont leave you!” Tricia said.
“Get the hell out! I’m dead already, now…GO!” Tricia gazed into his eyes, and saw his sincerity. She put on the glasses, and reluctantly ran back from where they had come. The shadow floored its way towards her, but Mike summoned all his energy at reached it first, in part thanks to his rocket shoes. He leapt onto its back, wrapping his arms around its neck. He activated all the detonators using a kill switch, so the minute he let go…BOOM.He waited till Tricia was a safe distance away, and he felt the monster tear an arm through his stomach, ripping his spine in two. It grabbed his skeleton and pulled it out of his skin, but it was futility on its part. The explosion incinerated it forever, and Mike found himself on a new plane. He found himself surrounded by familiar faces, in a circle. He knew all those around him were the ones who had fallen in battle…There was an image in the middle, Joe. Joe was battling to the death, and Mike felt himself urged by a higher power to reach his hand into the middle of the image…and he gave his power to Joe, and watched as the mighty warrior battled valiantly…
Mike found himself back in English class. He looked around. Joe was on his left in his typical seat, Zimmerman to his back and Dylag to his front. He saw the lovely Megan McDermott to his right working on a Reading Journal, which made him wonder had it all been a day dream? After all only a few minutes had passed… As he approached the podium of power, chosen by Dylag as the next scholar, Mike saw the group of warriors exchange nods, and he knew it had all indeed happened, glancing at Calabro he saw the familiar evil smile, the two masters of English exchanged nods. As he read his paper, he thought back to the box in his locker, given to him by HAS, and he wondered if he’d ever need it again. Only time will tell…
*Read Episode VI: The End…? Of the Calabro conversion to get a better understanding of the final battle…(Hell read the whole thing and know the whole story!) p.s. Vote for me!
