Tess swiftly jumped to the right, trying to avoid the horrid monster! Sprinting as fast has she could, she headed for the gate. Michael leaped out quickly to try and fend off the monster. The monster slammed Michael into the gate and raced towards Tess. When Michael came too, he saw Tess's mutilated corpse laid aside a gravestone. He had failed once again, he had failed just like he did Blare. He let another one go to that damned old man's collection! Michael could do nothing to stop him it seemed. At least this is how it went last Halloween, a year from when Blare had been murdered by the beast. After that night, when Blared died, Michael had vowed vengeance for her. He had no idea why the old man took such pride in killing innocent teens every Halloween. How could someone just sit back and watch a monster they created viciously slaughter people? The answer must be out there, Michael thought.
"Five days," Michael informed himself "five days till the second Halloween after Blare's death." After that night, Michael changes dramatically. He swore to God he would stop that old man, but he would never go into a fight blindly. For a whole year Michael trained himself in all sorts of styles of fighting. Karate, sword fighting, martial arts, even kung fu. His parent's didn't even know he was alive, after that night he moved far away from the old man as he possible and got a foster home. Last Halloween he went back to the house and tried to stop the old man from killing once more but failed. He has failed both Blare and Tess! He could not fail again, he must not fail again, Michael thought to himself. "Five days," he repeated "five days."
Michael grabbed his sword and lucky dagger, he was ready to face the old man's beast once more. Having to hide his weapons underneath his jacket, he got on the bus. The bus would take him all the way to his old town, from there he would wait till nightfall and enter the woods once more. Maybe this year will be different, he thought. Maybe I'll get to the bottom of why the old man kills and stop him for good. It was strange the way the man vanishes every morning after Halloween. After several hours, Michael finally arrived to his stop. He slowly walked off the bus, as if hesitating for fear of the town. Too many bad memories, Michael thought.
"Three days," Michael muttered "only three days till hell." When nightfall came he entered the woods and followed the path to the house. Graveyard aside it, nothings changed, Michael thought. He would stay here and eat some food he brought until Halloween night. "I must rest for tomorrow, I guess I'll look inside the house and see if I can find anything out in the morning." Michael informed himself. When morning came, Michael stretched up and grabbed his sword. Approaching the house with caution, he noticed that there were more graves in the graveyard. When he arrived to the door, he slowly opened it. After looking inside for about five minutes, he walked in.
There where cob webs in every corner, and stains on the red velvet carpet. After hearing a loud noise upstairs, Michael jumped. Michael raced to the stairs and came to a long hallway. There must be thirty doors, Michael thought. He heard the noise again, and tried to locate it. It seemed to be coming from the door at the very end of the hallway. Michael sprinted to it and swung it open. With great ease, and pure white cat leaped out. "Damn it!" Michael scolded. Inside the doorway he saw a long stair case flowing down. He decided to follow it but it seemed to never end. After about fifteen minutes he finally reached the end. It lead to a dark room, he could barely see. What he could see was an open book on a desk with a skull with a candle on it. Walking over to the book, he read the title aloud...
Summoning Ritual For Hell Portal
Reading on, it stated that you would need a total of 15 innocent souls to summon a hell portal and you must capture them on All Hallows Eve, when the power is the greatest. "Oh my God!" Michael blurted "This is year fifteen for the old man!" In the two years of Michael's training, he did some background research on the old man. It seems that for 14 years in a row, one teen had died of unnatural causes. So the reason he kills is to open up hell on Earth, Michael thought. He realized that there was more at stake than his revenge this time. The fate of the world rest on his shoulder. The old man must be mad, Michael agreed. Who would want to have hell on Earth?!?!
The next day Michael tried to rest as much has possible. As he woke up October 30th he muttered to himself "One day." He would not explore the house any further, he didn't care to know what other secrets the old man had. He could not put his life in jeopardy because that might mean the world. If he had to, he would have to kill anyone who wonders into the woods tomorrow night. He could take no chances on stopping this freak. Seventeen with age, he couldn't believe how mature he had become. He had come a long way from that cocky 15-year-old who couldn't even stop his best friend from being murdered. He was curtain the old man had prepared for his arrival this year. The old man would also take no chances when he only needs one more soul.
The day has arrived, Michael thought. He could feel the chill in the stiff, heavy air. He would have to be on full alert all day if he wanted to stop the old man and his beast. It was mid afternoon and Michael heard something crawling in the graveyard. He quickly grabbed his sword and strapped it to his back. He kicked open the rusty gate and walked through. He could feel something was wrong, as if something was out of place. He drew his sword and lunged. Remarkably, he pierced the old man's beast through the head! It didn't mean Michael's troubles were over though. If the old man's beast is gone, then the old man will try to take a soul himself. It was getting dark and Michael could feel the old man's presence. Michael approached the door to the house a in a hard style, he knocked twice. The old man came to the door and in pure anger stated, "YOU!!!"
Michael grabbed his swords and slit the old mans throat. He collapsed to the floor immediately, lifeless and stiff. "I know your not dead old fool!" Michael scolded "Get up now!!!". The old man got up as if nothing had happened. "So you've come to try and stop me, eh?" the old man boasted "Well your going to have to do a lot better than that!". With a sudden flood of smoke, the old man vanished. "Don't worry old man, I will." Michael said to himself. The night Michael found the book, he also found the truth about the old man. He is invincible but only could exists on Halloween night, when his power is greatest. There is a way to kill him though. Michael found a ritual that could bless his dagger. He performed it flawlessly on the dagger he night he had found the ritual. Michael planned to trick the old man into thinking he couldn't hurt him and then when he least expects it, he'll stab him.
In a race to find where the old man was hiding, he ran in the house and checked the dark room with the book. Success, the old man was quietly reading the book in his wooden chair. "Ah, the night brings it's first victim" the man stated while vanishing once more. "Crap, someone has wondered to the house already." Michael informed himself and raced up the stairs. Michael came to the front door and saw the old man inviting a young girl in. "No!" Michael screamed, grabbed his dagger, and through it at the mans head. The man burst in to flames, and disintegrated onto the floor. The girl screamed and ran off. Its over, Michael thought with great doubt.
Thinking quickly, Michael took some ash that was still a little on fire and spread it around the room. He picked up his dagger and walked a few feet away from the house. To watch the house burn to the ground gave Michael great joy. Even though Michael knew it probably wasn't over, he was overjoyed to know he had avenged Blare's premature death. Then it became clear, Michael's mission is to continue to stop evil men and there plots, whatever they might be. On the ashes of the house, there was no sign of where Michael went from there except a poem written on the back of a page out of a book. It read...
Looking at the dreary path ahead of me,
I wonder if I'm ready.
My only weakness is that I can't see
What lies beyond the darkness.
I start to walk blindly
Not knowing what I'll find,
When a ghost-like presence appeared suddenly.
Quick to react, I drew my sword and lunged.
As I looked closer at the weary being
I realized it was myself.
Withered from age, without tending
I feared what was yet to come.
My time demolished self collapsed to the ground
And said these words to me...
"Do not fear what is yet to come around,
You can't stop it, so don't try."
When I awoke from that deceitful dream
I realized what I must do.
The fate of the world rest on my shoulders it would seem.
And I must try, even if it is a losing crusade.
I am the gate guardian of this realm, do you wish to return home?