My Sweet Obssession

Chapter 21: Michael Audrey Myers

Ironically, they had to be going up against Evan after their fall out with him back at the campsite. Of course, Michael wasn't going to let that affect him as they had already awoken in the trial grounds of The Macmillan Estate. The blonde male kept his eyes closed as he focused on his surroundings. Feeling the soft breeze hit his cheeks and the howling wind that had came with that said breeze, the water tower creaking with how old and unfixable it has been left. The familiar rustling of grass snapped him out of his trance as he turned to look for the source of the noise.

Michael was honestly quite relieved when he had saw the familiar beanie and tank top of a familiar cocky survivor, Nea. "Well, Well.. Didnt expect to go into this trial with you besides me." She spoke, huffing out in disbelief. Michael simply rolled his eyes as he began to make his way towards a generator he had seen behind the female. But of course, Michael was unfortunate enough to be stuck with her.

"Y'know.. you were less intimidating as a Killer then you are as a survivor." The steam of the generator was heard between the silence of them two. Michael briefly gazed at her before returning back to the gears he was working on.

"What's that supposed to mean hm?.. I can choke you out here if that's what you want." The male spat a threat, angrily replacing a wire on the mechanism.

Nea simply laughed at the other. "That's a bit kinky of you considering what you and that nerd have been doing in the background." A smug smile played at her lips as she got up from the generator they had just finished.

"Does everyone know about it?" Michael asked, playing off the growing blush on his cheeks. Nea scoffed in amusement.

"Not everyone, only me and my girl. Probably your best friend too if I'm not mistaken.. she is pretty close to you as seen back at camp." She spoke, hearing a soft beat at her ears. Nea let out an annoyed sigh as she crouched by a couple of boxes they were near by. "Get down, the killer is coming over." Nea whispered at Michael, motioning for him to crouch in cover as well.

Michael being quite confused at her waving, the blonde male simply stayed standing. He began to walk away from the female survivor before the beating heart became louder then it ever was before. A gust of hot air hit his neck as he recognized the familiar smell of this figure behind him. The male dared himself to not look behind him as he kept his eyes locked at his clenched hands. "Evan.." Michael began before being cut off by the taller.

"You have no right to call me that. You need to learn your place, Myers." Evan spat, pushing the male forward as he threw down his cleaver down onto the grass.  Michael grunted at the sudden force that had made him stumble forward. He didn't remember Evan being this strong, it made the blonde's stomach turn in unease. Evan smirked when Michael gave no retaliation to the push. Michael however, was not happy with the sudden power dynamic in this situation. He was able to fight back when he was once a Killer, but now his own instincts told him to run.

Michael began to start crawling away from Evan once he fell to the ground. Seeing the man he used to butt-heads with, crawl away from him made Evan feel great. The sinister chuckle he had let out as he began to walk towards the now ex-killer. "Don't worry Myers, you'll get special treatment." Evan smirked, removing his rusted-bloody mask and grabbed a hold of Michael's shirt from behind. Michael's stomach dropped as he was unsure of Evan's intentions. Anxiety began to crawl up to his chest as his stomach began to twist in unease. Evan began walking towards the shack with Michael being tugged along behind him.

Michael began to tug at the hand that gripped so tightly onto the back of his jumpsuit. He saw Nea peaking over around the couple of boxes she was hiding by; Michael couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger but despair for the other to come help him. Eventually he watched her walk away with a sorry expression and that was the moment Michael knew the torment these survivors go through every trial when they get teleported to this realm. Michael let out a worried sigh as he stopped struggling. The sound of generators popping active behind them did not bother Evan one bit.

"They can escape for all I care. I have what I want and I'll make sure you are dead." Evan spat at Michael, with such a venomous tone without looking over at the blonde he was dragging towards the main working warehouse. "As you are aware, this used to be where my father and I used to work at when I was still sane. We have many contraptions we haven't been able to use before the death of my father and his fellow employees." Evan chuckled, throwing Michael against the wall inside the warehouse they got to. Michael let out a grunt of pain as he shifted himself to an upwards sit-up position by the wall he was thrown to. He watched Evan grab a couple things off the shelves and start making his way towards him with what seemed like sharp items.

"Do me a favor and hold still, hm?" Evan evilly smiled at the survivor and took a hold of the screwdriver in his hand. Bending down and cornering Michael; Evan stabbed the screwdriver onto the right hand of the survivor with enough force to have it stuck onto the concrete ground. Michael winced in pain as a low hiss was heard from the sudden stab to his hand. Evan huffed out in amusement and proceeded to grab another item which seemed like a carving knife. Evan leaned into the ear of Myers as the male moved his wincing face away from the killer currently overpowering him. "Don't worry.. I'll make sure to go agonizingly slow for you to feel every single burn and ache in your body."

Evan quickly ripped off Michael's upper part of his blue jumpsuit and soon after, his white muscle shirt followed along with the jumpsuit. He harshly held Michael's left shoulder to the wall to prevent him from running away or doing anything sneaky. Using his free hand, he held the carving knife and looked at Michael's stomach which seemed to have noticeable abs from when he was still a killer. "Such a shame that this tender, delicate skin shall be tainted by this rusted knife hm?" Evan laughed as he began to slowly carve into Michael's lower stomach. Myers shifted in his position, biting at his lip to hold in any pained sounds to escape out of him.

"Let it out, Myers. Let the other prey hear your desperate cries for help..." Evan whispered as he finished carving a letter E into his stomach. Watching the blood start trickling down the white skin of the other, Evan began to carve the second letter. Michael huffed out as he clenched his eyes closed. "Evan you... ngh... Bastard..!" Myers hissed, beginning to struggling within the grasp of Evan. The stronger male simply hummed in satisfaction and finished carving the letter A into his stomach. Michael began to become lightheaded and his vision blurred.

Feeling the warm substance of his blood trickling down his stomach sent shivers down Michael's spine. The male couldn't handle the overstimulation of the pain. Taking one final good look at the sinister smile of the male in front of him, Michael slowly closed his eyes and the world subsumed into darkness.