Rumble 21656 Michael Myers vs. Pinhead

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The town of Haddonfield, Illinois was a place holding its breath on Halloween night, 1978. A palpable fear had settled with the dusk, a dread that had a name: Michael Myers. While Dr. Loomis frantically scoured the suburban streets for the escaped shape of pure evil, a different kind of horror was being invited into a quiet home on a tree-lined street.
A teenage boy, locked in his bedroom, had found a strange, ornate puzzle box at a yard sale. The Lament Configuration. Driven by a morbid fascination and a desire to see something beyond his mundane life, he had twisted and turned its mechanisms for hours. As the clock downstairs chimed midnight, he made the final turn. The box solved itself with a soft, melodic chime that was swallowed by the sudden, chilling toll of a distant bell.
The very air in the room grew cold and thick, the walls groaning as reality itself was stretched thin. Chains, hooked and rusted, descended from portals of writhing darkness that opened in the ceiling. From the shadows stepped the Cenobites, artisans of the flesh, with their leader at the forefront. His head was a grid of surgical pins, his robes a testament to his holy orders of pain and pleasure. Pinhead.
"You solved the box," the Lead Cenobite's voice was a calm, resonant baritone, a sound of velvet and surgical steel. "We came. It is a tale as old as time. Now... your suffering will be legendary."
But as the terrified boy whimpered in the corner, another presence made itself known. The tear in reality, the raw, otherworldly energy of the Cenobites' arrival, had been a beacon in the night. It was a frequency of evil that resonated with the town's other predator.
The bedroom door, which had been locked, creaked open with a groan. Standing in the doorway was a silent, white-masked shape in a mechanic's jumpsuit. Michael Myers. He was not here for the boy. He was drawn by the scent of this new, greater wrongness. He held a bloody chef's knife in his hand, his head tilting with a flicker of what might have been curiosity.
Pinhead paused, his ancient, analytical gaze falling upon the newcomer. The other Cenobites grew still. He sensed no desire from this shape. No lust for the flesh, no fear for his own. He felt no ambition, no hope, no despair. He felt... a void. A perfect, featureless, silent abyss of pure, motiveless evil. It was fascinating. It was a new kind of poetry.
"You were not part of the invocation," Pinhead stated, his voice losing its menacing edge and gaining a tone of genuine, academic curiosity. He looked from the Shape to the weeping boy, then back. "We have come for the desiring soul. You, however... you are something else entirely. A beautiful, empty vessel. What is it you hope to accomplish by interrupting our work?"
Michael Myers did not answer. He took one slow, deliberate step into the room, raising his knife. He was not here to negotiate. He was not here to understand. He was simply here to do what he did.
Pinhead watched, a faint, almost appreciative smile touching his lips. "Ah," he whispered, as if observing a rare and beautiful piece of art. "No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering."
The hooked chains hanging from the ceiling began to stir, their tips glinting as they turned from the boy in the corner and took aim at the silent, approaching Shape. The high priest of Hell was about to offer a sermon to the personification of evil itself.
 

 

 

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Learn More About
Michael Myers
Read more about Michael Myers at Wikipedia
Official Site: Universal Studios Links: Michael Myers Wiki entry IMDB Page Official Site

Pinhead
Read more about Pinhead at Wikipedia
Official Site: Clive Barker (Hellraiser) Links: Wiki - Hellraiser Pinhead Hellraiser: Online Pit of Horror

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MATCH SCORE
Michael Myers: 1
Pinhead: 0