His Obsession

Chapter 7 - Bound Urges

⚠️Trigger warnings (I use the term 'boy' for Jake in Michael's thoughts. Everyone is 18 and above in this story, I view Michael in his early to mid 40's, in technical terms Michael views Jake as the younger, even though he's about 22 in the story. Sorry, i needed to clarify this in case people needed the clarification) Also NSFW, warning of getting off to a sick/hurt character/ imagining inflicting pain on character.⚠️

The gate stood before him, its long gone escapees taunting him. Michael had watched the lifeless body of the individual he butchered get enveloped into the earth, the gore that covered the forest floor fell away like it was never there. He lifted his bloodied hands, staring as the blood seeped into the cracks of his skin. The wet tackiness dissolving into a phantom feeling. The satisfaction of the kill now meant nothing. Michael killed because he felt like it, the unemotional attachment towards every single body he tore apart. That's what made him less than human.

Even towards Laurie, his sister. There was never anything there but the undying urge to take the last existing connection he had to this world away. But she started fighting back and it gave Michael a slight thrill seeing the absolute hatred and desire to end his life. He became obsessed with it, toying with her, seeking out that feeling. He never lost it even when he was locked away at Smith's Grove Sanitarium for 40 years.

But something has changed, he felt it course through his body when he had been brought to this place. The being he encountered had whispered to him that he'd been chosen amongst others to fulfil their bloodlust. Allowing them to freely hurt and break weak flesh. But with it came rules and ideals, freedoms and punishments. Though Michael wasn't stupid, he knew he had no say and that this "opportunity" was no better than when he was locked and chained away. That even though he would be able to sate the itch that crawls beneath his skin. All he cared about was killing Laurie but even that will be striped away from him in this world. He felt cheated. Until he was thrust into one of its games.

He couldn't remember the details of how he had arrived in this faux Haddonfield, but his usual senses became unnaturally heightened. He could sense others nearby, scurrying around through the fog. The itch becoming unbearable, triggering his  bloodlust to override his thoughts, driving him to slaughter these "survivors" that appeared in the forefront of his mind. For what reason he had yet to understand.

After the first brutal kill; the empowerment of bones and viscous being crushed and smeared across the asphalt set his soul on fire to continue. The power to feel the rapid increase of fear flooding throughout his senses was nothing he had ever craved before. A rapid heartbeat signaled from the upstairs bedroom from the house standing in front of him. Like a man looking for his next high stalked the hallways of the decaying house, feeling out his next victim to further his murderous spree.

As Michael ascended the stairs, black mist curled from each corner of the house, shrouding the walls and air. This Entity's ethereal clasp constricting and influencing his murderous intent. Michael stood cramping the doorway, his deep breaths filling the silence as he leered at the small survivor. The ravenette that was hunched in the room slowly makes eye contact with him. The fear radiating off the boy in waves, his body trembling, a deer caught and cornered with no where to go.

The way the boy's breath left his quivering lips, how his pupils became blown with fear, the understanding that he had nowhere to escape. Something pure and terrible was tearing itself through Michael, he felt the Entity's delight curling around his being; the feeling unfurling deep within his gut. Michael stalked closer towards the shivering prey until his bloodied hand was wrapped around the ravenette's slender throat.   

The air that wheezed from the ravenette's lungs, the scrabble of hands against his own. The sweet tears that tracked down the other's dirtied skin, the urge to taste the left over salt on his skin. The stillness as Michael glided the tip of his knife against a supple throat.
The electricity of the Entity's power thrummed through him filling him with an unknown feeling that continued to ravage underneath his skin. Compelled, Michael tore through the ravenette's shirt. The ravenette was stuck in a trance but Michael could see the struggle within the young man's eyes.