Michael's Bedroom
The curtains were drawn tight, wrapping Michael's room in a shroud of darkness.
Sam burst into the room, a whirlwind of energy that contrasted sharply with the stillness.
"Michael, wake up! It's Mom!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the gloom.
Michael stirred, his mind foggy, struggling to grasp reality. "Mom's home?" he mumbled, barely coherent.
"No. On the phone," Sam replied, exasperation creeping into his tone.
Michael's eyes flickered to the clock on his nightstand, blinking in disbelief at the time: 2 PM.
"Oh, shit..." he groaned, fumbling for his sunglasses, which had become a bizarre yet comforting accessory.
He slipped them on, feeling a semblance of protection against the outside world, and reached for the phone.
Sam's gaze drifted to Michael's hands, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of Michael's long, unkempt fingernails.
"Michael... are you freebasing? Inquiring minds want to know!" Sam quipped, half-joking, but the concern laced in his voice was palpable.
Michael shot him a hostile look, then lifted the phone to his ear. "Hi, Mom..."
Intercut: Michael and Lucy
Video Store - Day
Lucy stood behind the counter of the video store, surrounded by flickering fluorescent lights and the hum of customers.
She was weary, her smile strained as she spoke. "Michael, are you still in bed?"
"No. I'm up," he replied, his tone flat.
"Michael, will you do me a favor this evening? Will you stay home with Sam tonight? I'm meeting Max for dinner after work."
Michael's annoyance flared. "I watch him all day. The only time I have to myself is at night. Let Grandpa watch him."
"Grandpa has plans of his own." Her voice took on a firmer edge. "Michael, I want you to do this. Everybody has been bending over backwards for you. You come home late. You sleep in to the middle of the day — Sam is always alone. You do exactly what you want... tonight do what I want for a change."
Silence enveloped the line as her words sank in. Finally, Lucy pressed gently, "Okay?"
Michael's shoulders sagged under the weight of her request. "Okay," he replied, the word escaping him like a reluctant sigh.
He hung up, staring blankly at his fingernails, a mix of annoyance and something deeper coiling within him.
Bathroom - Later
Michael stepped into the shower, the water cascading down his body, its warmth initially comforting.
But suddenly, pain shot through him; the water burned against his skin. His heart raced as he fumbled with the knobs, twisting them frantically.
The heat remained relentless. He jumped out, gasping, the cold air slicing at his wet skin.
Grandpa's House - Night
The evening settled over Grandpa's house, casting long shadows across the kitchen as Sam assembled bologna sandwiches at the counter.
The door creaked open, and Grandpa entered, dressed in a suit and tie, rummaging through the cupboards.
"Anything in here that might pass for aftershave?" he asked, a glint of mischief in his eye.
Sam spotted a bottle of Windex. "Here," he said, handing it over, watching as Grandpa squirted some into his hands and sniffed.
"Thanks," Grandpa said, splashing it on with a proud grin.
Michael shuffled into the kitchen, his appearance startling. He wore his sunglasses even indoors, looking drawn and tired.
Grandpa raised an eyebrow but remained silent. "Big date, Grandpa?" Michael asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.
"Just dropping off some of my handiwork to the 'Widow' Johnson," Grandpa replied slyly.
Michael smirked, leaning into the darkness of his humor. "Oh, yeah? What'd you stuff for her? Mr. Johnson?"
Grandpa's expression darkened as he shot Michael a disapproving look. "See you laters, boys," he said, turning to leave.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Sam turned to Michael, concern etched on his face. "That wasn't funny."
"Leave me alone," Michael muttered, dismissing him.
"You have such a great personality, Michael. You should open your own charm school," Sam retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Suddenly, the kitchen was flooded with headlights, their beams darting erratically across the windows. Michael's interest piqued. "What's that?" he asked, his heart racing.
INT. THE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Michael steps into the dimly lit living room, his ears catching the sound of LOUD Mumbled Whispering.
The curtains flutter as Headlights Flash across them, accompanied by the unmistakable Roar Of Motorbike Engines circling the house.
The whispering grows louder, more insistent, repeating his name, "Michael, Michael, Michael."
Determined, he heads for the front door. "Don't open it!" Sam shouts urgently, The engines continue to roar outside. Michael's hand hovers over the doorknob. "No!!"
Ignoring the plea, Michael throws open the door. Nothing. The front yard is eerily empty.
A blast of cold air rushes into the house, carrying a Weird Echoing Sound that reverberates across the sky.
A low ground fog begins to roll in, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.
Michael and Sam exchange bewildered looks. "Weird."
Michael closes the door and locks it, his face pale and troubled.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Darius and Maya sit on the couch, each holding a glass of wine, their faces frozen in shock.
Across from them, their daughter Ellie sits nervously, a hesitant smile on her face. "So... when you and Jamari went to Pinhead's world, the effects of the dimension turned you into... what?"
"A hellspawn." Ella says
Maya gulps her wine in one swig and immediately reaches for the bottle.
"I need more." She says
"Maya..." Darius cautions
"Oh, I'm sorry, Darius, that both of our kids are now demons!" Ellie shouts
Ellie shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "I just wanted to tell you now before something happens." Ellie says chuckling nervously
Darius downs his wine in one gulp, his stress palpable. Both parents look at each other, then back at Ellie. "Well, we accepted when Jamari became the Ghost Rider and killed three serial killers, We accept you too, baby boo." Darius says
The two parents hug their daughter tightly, their love unwavering despite the chaos. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need another drink before I lose my mind." Maya says grabbing the bottle and pouring it
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The Slayer Of Slashers || Marvel x Horror
FanfictionJamari Warren seems to always be caught in the middle no matter what he does, He tries to move to Haddonfield a seemingly normal town but he's then attacked by a MUTHAFUCKA wearing a white mask, he then wants to go to camp to start over and when he...
