When Roy pulled up in front of Jennifer's house, he imdiately spotted Needy, already dressed up as Poison Ivy.
"Needy, what happened?"
"I had plans to go out with Jennifer at six, but when six-thirty ca and she still hadn't co out, I got worried. I went to her house and knocked, but no one answered!"
Needy looked extrely anxious, almost frantic.
"Needy, don't panic. Let try knocking."
Roy stepped up to Jennifer's front door and knocked several tis. After a few minutes with no response, he started to get a bad feeling.
Could it be that Jennifer's foster parents were so high they'd passed out?
"Needy, step back a few feet. I'm going to break the door down."
Needy obediently moved away, and Roy braced himself before slamming his shoulder into the door. As a forr football player, Roy had plenty of experience with tackling, and after just two tries, the door crashed open.
What they saw inside stopped them cold.
A massive pool of blood stained the floor of the entryway, and Jennifer's foster father lay there, his stomach sliced open.
Needy had never seen anything this grueso before. Her face turned pale, and she imdiately started retching.
"Urgh—"
Roy realized they had a serious situation on their hands. He quickly grabbed Needy and pushed her back outside.
"Needy, go ho right now and call the police! Lock the doors and don't co out for any reason!"
"Roy... do you think Jennifer's in danger?"
Needy's eyes were red, and tears stread down her face. She and Jennifer were obviously very close.
"I don't know yet. But I'm going to find her. Now go! Call your parents, tell them to co ho!"
Of course, teenagers had their own parties to go to, but in a country like Arica—where parties were practically a national pasti—the adults had their own community gatherings to attend as well.
"Be careful, Roy!"
Needy nodded through her tears and ran across the street to her house.
As soon as she was gone, Roy reached into his inventory and pulled out his Smith & Wesson M625 revolver.
**Nothing like a gun to keep your nerves steady.**
Roy moved cautiously into Jennifer's house, stepping into the living room—where he found another corpse.
Jennifer's foster mother.
Like her husband, her stomach had been gruesoly slashed open, her intestines spilling onto the floor. The sheer brutality of the murders made it clear: whoever did this was a complete monster.
Roy's stomach twisted. If the killer was this brutal, what about Jennifer? Was she even still alive?
He searched the entire house but found no sign of her—or her body. What he did find, however, was a trail of bloody footprints leading out the back door.
It looked like Jennifer had been taken.
Roy imdiately followed the trail. The footprints and blood led him all the way to the outskirts of town, stopping at an old, abandoned house.
Everyone in town knew this place—it was the infamous haunted house of Falls Creek. About ten years ago, a grueso murder had taken place here, and ever since, it had been left to decay. The adults in town never talked about what really happened, leaving Roy in the dark about the details.
Staring at the eerie, darkened house, Roy took a deep breath and equipped his Ghostface mask before stepping inside.
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Inside, Jennifer was tied to a chair, her wrists bound tightly with thick rope. Standing over her was a towering man, his face concealed behind a white rubber mask.
"Let go! Why are you doing this?!" Jennifer shouted.
The masked man didn't respond. He simply tilted his head, staring at her with an unsettling expression.
And yet... there was sothing strangely familiar about him.
Jennifer's head suddenly throbbed with pain. mories, long buried, surfaced like a flood.
"I... I've seen you before! Who are you?!"
The man remained silent, but Jennifer's pulse quickened. The longer she stared into his eyes, the more certain she beca—she *knew* him.
Then, like a thunderclap, it all ca back.
Fifteen years ago, when Jennifer was just a little girl, she had a loving family—parents, a brother, a sister.
But on Halloween night that year, her six-year-old brother took a kitchen knife and murdered their sister. Jennifer had seen it happen with her own eyes.
The trauma had been too much. Her mind had blocked it out.
Afterward, her brother was locked away in the Gospel Asylum, where he remained to this day.
And then, one by one, her parents died under mysterious circumstances, leaving her to be taken in by foster parents.
Jennifer's breath hitched as the realization hit her like a freight train.
"Michael... you're Michael!"
The man slowly nodded.
Michael Myers.
Her brother.
And in his hand, he held a knife.
Pure survival instinct kicked in, and Jennifer struggled wildly against her restraints.
"Michael Myers! You're really going to kill too? I'm your sister!"
But Michael's eyes held no emotion. He stared at her like she was nothing more than an animal to be slaughtered.
Jennifer felt the rope cutting into her skin. It was too tight. She wasn't going to break free.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
**Goodbye, Roy. Goodbye, Needy.**
**I hope you both find happiness in a world without .**
Just as Michael raised the knife, a shadow burst from the darkness behind him, tackling him with incredible force.
The impact sent Michael stumbling forward.
Jennifer's eyes shot open at the sound.
Even with the Batman mask covering his face, she recognized him imdiately.
"Roy!"
Her voice trembled with relief, but Roy didn't share her enthusiasm.
Sothing was wrong.
He had hit Michael with a full-speed charge, catching him off guard. But instead of knocking him down, Michael had only staggered slightly.
**What the hell? How is he this strong?**
Michael spun around, slashing at Roy with the knife. Roy jumped back, barely dodging in ti.
His enhanced reflexes kicked in. His movents felt sharper, his footwork faster—especially now that he was using the butterfly step technique.
Suddenly, a notification flashed before his eyes:
**[Special Character Detected: Michael Myers. Absorb Fate Energy for Rewards?]**
Michael Myers—the legendary slasher from *Halloween*.
One of the most feared horror movie villains of all ti.
Ranked alongside Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger as one of the top three pre-millennium slashers.
Roy smirked.
"Alright, let's see what you've got."
He raised his fists, motioning for Michael to co at him.
Michael didn't hesitate. Knife in hand, he lunged.
"Watch out!" Jennifer scread.
But before Michael could get close—
**BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.**
Roy had never planned on fighting him hand-to-hand.
He emptied all six rounds of his revolver into Michael's chest.
Michael collapsed.
Jennifer stared in shock. Despite her hatred for the brother who had destroyed her family, watching him die still left her feeling hollow.
Roy rushed to her side, untying her ropes.
"Jennifer, are you okay?"
"I'm fine—look out!"
(To be continued...)
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