Rumble 21769 Bloody Bill (Death Valley) vs. Michael Myers

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The desert night of October 31st was cold and silent, the kind of absolute quiet that lives in abandoned places. In the ghost town of Haddonfield Gulch, a collection of rotting shacks and a single, skeletal church, this silence was a hunting ground. It belonged to a local legend, a brutal killer the lost and the terrified knew as Bloody Bill. He was in the middle of his work, a master in his own private hell. He had been toying with a car full of lost teenagers, and now only one remained, cornered in the dusty, moonlit nave of the old church.
Bill Richardson savored the moment. He was a predator, and the fear of his prey was the finest spice. He raised his heavy, razor-sharp Bowie knife, the metal glinting. The girl whimpered.
It was then that the silence of the town was broken. Not by the girl's scream, but by the slow, agonizing creak of the heavy church doors swinging open behind him.
Bill spun around, his grip tight on his knife, enraged by the interruption. Standing in the doorway, a tall, silent shape silhouetted against the pale desert moon, was another man. He was burned, his clothes little more than charred rags, and the mask on his face was a melted, blackened parody of a human visage, the eyes two pits of absolute nothingness. The Shape that had been immolated in Haddonfield Memorial Hospital hours earlier had, by some dark miracle, found its way here. Michael Myers had come to a new Haddonfield.
Bill saw the intruder not as a threat, but as a trespasser. This was his town. His kill. This burned, pathetic wreck had stumbled into the wrong place, and would now be the final piece in his night's bloody tapestry.
The terrified teenager, seeing her chance, scrambled out a broken stained-glass window, leaving the two killers alone in the holy silence.
Michael’s head tilted, his gaze falling upon the other man holding a knife. He did not see a kindred spirit. He did not see another killer. He saw a shape, a thing of flesh and motion. He saw something that was alive. And his singular, unknowable purpose was to correct that.
With a guttural, furious roar of territorial rage, Bloody Bill charged. He was faster, a human predator in his prime, and he crossed the length of the church in seconds, his Bowie knife held high for a killing blow. He would gut this silent intruder and hang his corpse from the bell tower as a warning to all others.
Michael did not move. He stood as still as a tombstone, a statue of pure, patient menace.
Bill’s knife slammed into Michael’s chest, the impact a wet, solid thunk. The blade plunged in deep, right up to the hilt, a perfect, fatal strike that had ended the lives of a dozen men. Bill grinned, expecting the man to collapse, to gurgle, to die.
The Shape did not even flinch.
There was no sound. No grunt of pain. Michael’s head just slowly, mechanically, tilted down, his black, empty eyeholes staring at the knife buried in his sternum, then slowly back up to meet Bill’s eyes. A faint, wheezing sound, the only noise he ever made, escaped the melted latex of his mask.
A sudden, cold, and entirely unfamiliar feeling washed over Bill Richardson. Fear. He tried to pull his knife out, but it was stuck fast, held in an impossibly strong, unyielding grip by the flesh and bone within the burned man's body. The hunter had just realized, far too late, that the beast he had so confidently attacked was not a man at all, but something else entirely.
 

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Bloody Bill (Death Valley)
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Michael Myers
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MATCH SCORE
Bloody Bill (Death Valley): 0
Michael Myers: 2