A man in his late 60s or so held tightly onto his metal bat clenching it with all his might as if it was his life line. Everyone surrounded Michael from all directions, blocking anywhere he could of ran to. Bit they knew that this predator would never run away from this rather large group of prey. From this large satisfaction of killing possible 20 or 30 people all in one night. It would at least get rid of this dying hunger for blood until next Halloween.
The same man that held onto his bat decided that it would be a good idea to strike down Michael before he was able to cause any harm to anyone. Luckily for them Michael wasn't really in the mood to deal with them as he had just token the hit as cheers soon erupted afterwards. Encouraging other to join in the violent beating they where giving to Michael as he had deserved. But what they didn't know was that Andrew wasn't actually the one thay would be the one to save his brother. Oh no it would be a surtain raven male who was out on the streets looking after the kids that had visited him.
Hit after hit it felt as if his bones where break down as Michael received such harsh treatment. It was unbelievable to witness such a being of mass destruction being so beaten and defeated so easily this can't possibly be right. Could it?
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Will evil die tonight?
FanfictionThe third and last book of the Myers Twins where its base of 40 years ago.
