DbD: Jake & Myers

Haddonfield

A/N: I have been very reluctant to upload this chapter since I planned on releasing two after not updating for months. Again, apologies for taking so long... another chapter is being worked on currently however I cannot promise it being released very quickly

Perks: Disabled

"Put me down!" Jake kicked and wriggled, trying to escape Michael with no use from the perk iron grasp. "Let go of me!" As Jake kicked around and complained, the killer simply ignored him and carried him out of the house and down the street. The red and blue lights from the police car still flashing.

Agitation made it much easier for Michael to transport the wriggling survivor and soon, he entered the Strode residence.

"You aren't even going to hook me Michael! What are you doing?!" Jake shouted as the killer went upstairs and into the room to the left where a three-man generator was. Michael tossed Jake through the window to the roof that outlooked the streets. Jake winced from the rough landing. The masked killer moved a leg over the window then looked down at the ruffled up survivor.

Jake pushed himself up to his knees before shivering, remembering how Leather Face's mori was exactly like this. That ugly looking killer batted its mallet on the back of their heads before running a chainsaw right through them. In all honesty, Hillbilly's mori was even less painful than that. Merciful even.

The survivor spat out curses once again which amused the masked killer behind him. Michael was much quieter with his breathing. Strange. Normally you could hear the loud breathing from his mask, but it was as if the anticipation for a chase wasn't there. "Get this over with will-" Jake started with bitterness in his tone but suddenly paused as he turned to gaze up at this...

A knife in one hand... and the mask on the other. A blond, buff male standing before him, staring with icy blue eyes. Defined features with a square jaw that was set calmly and hair that was overgrown but still short. The blond locks just going past the man's ears and a fringe that almost reached over his eyes. Imagine what Michael would look like without his sh-

Jake snapped out of his daydreaming as Michael took a step either side of Jake's waist, crouching down and bringing the point of the knife to the survivor's throat. Jake had to lay flat on the ground as sweat began to bead from his forehead. He felt the sharp point right where he could be slit and killed... Still, Michael tilted his head slightly with that amused look, watching Jake squirm from the point of his knife until a small spec of blood formed. As much as the killer wanted to end Jake there, he moved the knife away and reached for the smaller man's face with his other hand.

Michael gently cupped Jake's cheek then brushed his course thumb on the survivor's skin. Jake didn't like the feeling at all and that touch on his face only made the survivor more panicked and creeped out. "Get the fuck off me!" Jake shouted and shoved Michael's hand away. The killer stood up and took a few steps back in surprise but the expression in his face was devoid of emotion and it was difficult to tell if Michael felt anything after that shove.

He watched the survivor get up and drop off the balcony, breaking into a run and disappearing into one of the houses. He gripped the knife in his hand as he stared at the building where Jake had run off into before putting his mask back on. Jake was going to be his... eventually.