(I know I didn't have to write a post this long, but I had a laugh doing it so bite me! Oh and I'm sorry for ignoring your post kat but I could not think of a decent way to bring you into it.)
It was manic, no in fact it was worse than manic it was downright insane!
While Dominic had been struggling with the many frwl's some guy had appeared and started blasting everything that moved with some primitive ranged weapon. Dominic knew it was not a blaster rifle, but something that fired solid projectiles. He would have laughed had not this dated weapon not proved to be so effective. In front of his very eyes the weapon blew a massive hole in the chest of one of the frwl's.
Using the confusion the new arrival had instigated Dominic retrieved his lightsabre and used it to defend himself, blocking the blasts that happened to go his way. The remaining frwl's had gotten over the shock and to his surprise were able to dodge the blasts as though they had the power of the force. However Dominic knew this not to be true and rather than ponder the higher ramifications of such an event decided to take the upper hand and while the frwl's were busy dodging he charged them and within a few seconds had cut all of them down bar the first one who Dominic wished to question.
However rather than stick around frwl must have decided it was better to run like a child who had wet themselves during the school play then face a guy who had so easily taken down the dozen copies.
This left Dominic and the figure with the shotgun, the other figure with the orange was there too...but everyone was ignoring him.
With twisted smile the man opened fire on Dominic with the gun again and again only for Dominic to meet every blast with his lightsaber.
"This could get tedious you know." Dominic said to the surprised guy who was in the process of reloading his gun for what he assumed would be another pointless round. Grudgingly realising the truth of Dominic's words the man slung his gun over his shoulder.
"So what's your name friend?" Dominic asked, perhaps placing to much emphasis on friend since having on Yoda as a companion for the last three months had made him kind of lonely.
Chief did not answer, for he was smiling at a figure still a fair way off advancing towards them out of the mist.
"Oh" said Dominic following his gaze, "do you know them?"
"Nope" chief replied then fired off a round from his gun "and I never will either." Dominic was furious, the taking of life for no reason whatsoever was just, well sick.
"Look" Dominic said forgetting his Jedi discipline, "if you ever do anything like that again I'll-"
"Holly shit!" Chief cried out cutting him off, "the bugger's still alive!" Indeed he was right for the figure chief had blasted but moments ago was rising to his feet.
"Must be wearing a damn flack jacket" moaned chief and chancing a look at Dominic say a look of disapproval that said, No you're not going to try again.
"It's not like we'll have any choice" chief grunted, "he'll be pretty damn pissed with us when he gets over here."
"I'm sure he will be" Dominic said, "but that does not mean you have to..." Dominc trailed off, he sensed something, something stronger than he had ever felt before, something dark and evil. This was not the dark side but something far worse, an evil that had existed since the beginning of time, something primal and completely beyond all boundaries."
Gasping Dominic fell to the ground, it was unbearable, the hate, the anger and then all at once he knew. Looking up he saw the figure that approached, he steps were slow methodical and he wore a mask, a white mask but there was nothing white about him only blackness.
"Shoot him." Dominic forced out through clenched teeth and bated breath.
"What was that?" Chief asked.
"Shoot him!" Dominic screamed summoning all of his strength, "I said shoot him! Shoot the fucker now!!"
"Alright" chief said amused and with that emptied the entire barrel in the figure pumping shot after shot. He shot him in the chest, arms, legs and face blasting his mask apart and causing the figure to fall to the floor.
"Well that was fun." Chief giggled after he was done. But then he felt a tight grip on his arm. Looking down he saw Dominic desperate and erratic.
"It won't be enough." He said his voice more deranged than loud, "you can't kill evil nobody can, we'll all going to die tonight."
"Bullshit" chief said shaking him loose, "I wasted him good look see for your..." This time it was chief's turn to trail off for before them the figure known in some circles as the Bogyman while in other closer circles he was known as Michael Myers once again rose to his feet and advanced towards them.
"I...I" chief stammered. Dominic got to his feet himself acceptance washing over him.
"Only a miracle can save us now." Dominic said bracing his soul for the afterlife. However things do not always turn out for the worse, just most of the time.
With a roar two lines of fire raced across the ground and then out of nowhere a DeLorean appeared customised with countless pieces of machinery. The car was travelling at exactly 88-mph and so even with the driver slamming his brake on the car still collided with Michael Myers knocking him back to the ground and the wheel running over his head. The car being built of sturdy stuff staying intact and almost at once a young boy of collage age rushed out of the car closely followed by an very old man with grey hair.
"Doc get over here quick!" He called out, "I think he's still alive!" Then he leaned towards Michael and in softer gentler words added, "Are you ok?"