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What You Want, And What You Need	By : HardcoreHorrorChick Category: G through L > Halloween (All) > Halloween (All) Views: 27106 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Halloween movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Whoa...now that was a long chapter to write! 18,170 words long and worth every curse and bout of insanity when writer�s block would set its claws in me! I do believe that I have accomplished what I set out to do...I wanted Mikey to thoroughly, utterly, completely ruin Kat for any other man, and I think that have done just that! Yay!
Most of the locations in this chapter were featured in the Halloween: Resurrection movie. Unfortunately, since a good deal of the movie was filmed from a headset camera point of view, it was difficult to get good detail on some of the locations. I did what I could, but for some things, I had to use my imagination to fill in the 'gaps'. That, and it was a little tricky to find a reason why there would be a sewer access tunnel under the Meyer's garage...yay Wikipedia-based research...
Once again, I thank everyone who left a review and set this fic to alert, it helped let me know that it was all worth it! AND once again, if you are about to read this and you haven�t read Reine Seele�s fic �A Violent Necessity�, I highly suggest you go back and read it.
I'll repeat what I said in the first chapter, if you haven�t read it, not only have you just missed out on a wonderfully sexy story by an incredible writer (whom I love to bits), you have just missed out on the ENTIRE reason Mikey went for Kat in the first place! Enjoy!
For Julie.
Chapter 3: Home Field Advantage
October 31, 2000.
When she had awoken this morning, Kat had immediately noticed two things. The first was that Michael had, once again, mysteriously disappeared sometime in the night and had left her to once more awake to an empty bed. The second was that he had left nothing behind to indicate that he would be returning. No butcher knife embedded in her desk, no mask left clutched in her hand. She even would have welcomed more mud in the carpet if there had been any.
In a direct contrast to all the fear and panic she had felt the previous morning, she now felt overwhelming anxiety, and, for a good while, stormed aimlessly through the house in an attempt to make sense of her current situation.
�Ok ok...calm down� she finally spoke aloud, sitting down on the couch in the living room, wringing her hands in her agitation. �There�s got to be a rational explanation for this. He�s smart, he probably left before the sun came up just incase someone noticed him...just like last time...that DOES makes sense...she whispered, lowering her head in her hands as she tried to convince herself that what had happened between them was more than just two people satisfying carnal needs.
Last night was...oh God...he wouldn�t have touched me like that, made me feel that way...LOOKED at me like that if there wasn�t something more there...if he wasn�t coming back...oh God...he can�t leave me like this...he just can�t...
Her mind was, as it had been in for the last two days, in utter turmoil, a tangled mess of conflicting emotions and feelings. Twice now, Michael had come to her and moved her in a profound way, and not just physically. Sure, her body reacted to just imagining him taking her in every position, in every possible way and she understandably found herself distracted with just thinking about being with him again. However, her attraction to him went deeper than that.
He had shown her a side of herself she had never known existed, and had taught her that some things in life, mainly those that dealt with fears, were best conquered if faced head-on. He had invaded nearly every part of her, and had given as much as he had taken. He had become an outlet for all her repressed desires, an escape from all the restraints everyone had placed upon her by expecting her to be the 'good girl', and that alone had only made her want him all the more.
For years, she had listened to her families and her family's friends advice, had always tried to be the model daughter, the 'teacher's pet', daddy's 'little angel'. For years they had bombarded her with advice, countless opinions and unasked for guidance. Everyone seemed to have an opinion as to what she should do, and, simply wanting to please them, had taken it all in and changed to suit what they thought she should be.
'You've got to get the best grades, Kat'...'You�ve got to get a good job, Kat'...'You�ve got to find a nice man to settle down with, Kat'...'You�ve got to think of the future, Kat'...I'M SICK OF IT! What about what I want!? What I need!?
Even Jason, who had been introduced to her by one of her aunts, and had been described as �the perfect boy for you, Kat! Such good manners and habits...the perfect match!�. Now enough was enough, she was sick and tired of everyone trying to mold her into something she could never be, and Michael had proved to be an irresistible escape from it all.
With him...I�m free...there�s no expectations, no gold standard to hold me to. I...can explore myself without fear of what anyone thinks of me, but...there�s...still so much I have to learn from him...so much I need to feel...He came back once, he�s got to come back again...there�s still some things I want to do to him...some things I want him...to do to me...oh God...I�ll hunt him down MYSELF if that�s what it�ll take...
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she stood up and walked over to the entrance to the kitchen, her gaze snapping to the sight of the baseball bat that lay on the floor at her feet. I must have really hurt him...I hit him hard enough that it brought him down to one knee, but...he didn�t show it...well, I guess if you�ve been shot and stabbed so many times, a little smack with a bat wouldn�t count for much...he didn�t even seem to notice it. He�s killed so many people, by all rights he should have retaliated, but...he didn�t...
He had violent tendencies, and she knew it. The way he had reacted the first night when she had touched his mask, and how he had ripped the knife from her desk and from her hand last night. She could sense then just below the surface, barely restrained, but, despite all the warning bells that had gone off in her head every time his control over them had slipped, she realized that he had never once truly intended her any harm.
Sure, he had been rough with her and had bitten her hard in the height of passion, the biting in particular being something that she was just a little embarrassed to admit had thrilled her on a primal level. However, compared to how she had not only dug her nails into the backs of his hands until he had bled and attacked him with a baseball bat, he had never willfully hurt her in return.
�He�s always held back for me...he�s learned since the first night how not to cause me pain...he...did all that...just for me...oh God...if that alone doesn�t mean something, nothing does...� she whispered weakly, a shiver moving through her as she remembered what he had done to her, what he had made her feel. He�s...amazing...huh, just goes to show what you can learn from just watching...although, some of that HAD to be luck...couldn�t it? I mean...if I�m the first...and he...oh wow...he�s one HELL of a fast learner...
A small grin spread across her lips as she recalled how he had reacted to what she had done to him, luxuriating in the chill that ran through her as she pictured how he would react if she had an opportunity to do it again. He nearly had a meltdown last night, and I didn�t even have a chance to get to the good part...it...doesn�t take long for him to reach his limit...I guess he can�t handle teasing for too long before he snaps...which...isn�t necessarily a bad thing...
Giving a small throaty sigh as she remembered Michael�s wild, impulsive behavior when he had apparently taken all he could stand of her teasing and had taken her right there on the carpet, she bit her bottom lip as she imagined just how long she would be able to hold out if the roles were ever reversed. �Good God...if HE had a meltdown with what I did...� she whispered, her pulse quickening and a jolt moving through her body as she imagined him holding her still while he had his way with her. That...I think I�d be crippled for life. What...what would have happened if I hadn't have stopped him last night? What...ooooohhh...
Forced to lean against the wall next to the entrance to the kitchen for support, she shuddered as she imagined Michael's mouth working on her, a ripple of pleasure working through her as she realized that just thinking of him doing anything to her was probably enough to keep her going until she would see him next. The man�s a living, breathing distraction...but...oh God...if he ever did THAT...
Shaking her head in exasperation over her inability to forget even for a moment what Michael had done to her, made her feel, she pushed herself away from the wall and walked into the kitchen, mentally shaking herself to try to rid herself of the dozen or so dirty thoughts frolicking within her fertile imagination. Whoa! Mind OUT of the gutter! Ok, priorities...I�m starving, and there�s no more leftover take-out...wonderful...mom and dad go on vacation and I forget how to feed myself...
Kneeling to the floor in front of the pantry, she rummaged through the bottom drawer, sighing when the only thing that appealed to her gnawing hunger was a half-eaten tube of ranch Pringles. I really, really need to go shopping...she mused ruefully as she popped the lid and fished out, sadly, a very stale chip. Dammit, I can�t wait in this house forever for something to happen...I won�t be gone long...
Tossing the stale chips in the trash, she walked to the front hallway and gave herself one last look in the mirror, her vibrant green eyes shimmering in the sunlight shining through the window in the front door. I always thought MY eyes were beautiful, but his...my God, they're incredible...she marveled, remembering their almost frightening intensity and how hard it had been to break eye contact with him last night. His face may be as expressionless as his mask, but his eyes...there�s so much I can see in them...
Running a hand through her long blond hair, she pulled at her black sweater and stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans, smoothing the fabric flat before she grabbed her car keys off the hook on the wall, opened the front door and stepped into the cool, crisp fall day.
If he comes back tonight, I�ll be waiting for him...I want him, need to be with him again...but...the last thing I need is to collapse from hunger before he gets to me...I DO want to be collapsing...but NOT from lack of food...
Stepping off the front porch, she jumped back when a group of screaming, costume-clad kids ran in front of her and she gave a small chuckle when she turned to see Mr. Thompson, her neighbor, hacking away at a small, defenseless shrub.
�Hey, Mr. Thompson!� she called out, smiling and waving at the elderly man who was currently in the middle of 'trimming' the low bushes that ran along the front of his property, the fallen clippings littering the lawn in random clumps.
�Good afternoon, Kat, it�s good to see you!� he smiled, turning around to wave at her. �Patty and I were worried that you�ve been spending too much time it that house, so it�ll be good to be able to tell her that I�ve actually seen you in proper daylight!� he joked, his pale grey eyes twinkling with amusement while his white tufted hair ruffled in the soft, cool breeze.
�Yes, I�ve finally decided it�s time to rejoin the rest of society� she answered back playfully, walking around to the drivers side of her yellow 77� Camaro, a gift from her grandfather two years ago who had owned the car himself before losing his license. �I�m just going out for some groceries; can I pick you up anything?�
�No, no, that�s quite alright, Kat� he said, picking small green bits from the blades of the hedge clippers. �Patty and I went out last night, so we�re all stocked up. Thanks for the offer anyway, dear. By the way, have you heard anything from your parents? How�re they doing?�
�They�re having the time of their lives� she laughed, unlocking the door and picking a stray leaf off the roof. �Mom phoned a few days ago and said that dad got a sunburn and looks like �some kind of boiled crustacean�, and that he�s already run up a substantial bar tab�
�Ha, I can only imagine" he grinned. "Well, it�s nice to hear they�re having a good time. Say hi to them for me next time they call, ok?�
�Sure, I�ll let them know� she smiled, turning away before remembering something. �Oh, and Mr. Thompson?�
�Yes dear?� he asked as he turned back around, the shears mere inches from another healthy branch as he gave her kind eyes.
�Tonight...if you and Patty hear anything...odd, you don�t have to worry about me. I�m planning on watching the late night monster move marathon, and I tend to...still scream at the scary parts like a little kid� she said, feeling her face heat as a blush colored her cheeks.
�Alright...just don�t watch anything TOO scary...I wouldn�t want you getting nightmares, young lady!� he teased, snipping the branch off with one clean snip and sending it falling to the ground to join a dozen or so others.
With a final wave, she opened the door and slid into the driver�s seat, smiling when she turned the ignition switch and the car purred to life. She waited for another small group of laughing, costumed children to pass by before she backed out of the driveway and headed down the street, taking in the beautiful sight of the trees in their full fall splendor, their gorgeous crimson and gold leaves fluttering in the breeze.
Everything�s so beautiful, especially at this time of year...I don't think I'll ever leave this place...
Having lived in Haddonfield all her life, Kat had grown to love the small town that carried the unfortunate stigma of having been the �birthplace of evil�. At an early age, she had learned about Michael Myers on the schoolyard from a group of other children, and had returned home only to ask her parents if what they had said had been true, if the boogeyman really did come for you on Halloween if you had been a bad kid. Her parents had been horrified at her questions, and had forbade her outright from mentioning anything else about �the boogeyman� ever again.
Now, she found herself trying to figure out some of Michael�s...peculiarities, questions about him that had been burning a hole in her mind ever since she had awoken this morning.
I wonder where he stays? He�s got to stay hidden, that�s for sure...but...where? she wondered, pulling onto the main street and driving by the local hardware store. He can�t skulk around in the bushes all the time, so he�s got to have a place where he hides himself...
With her thoughts scattered, Kat was amazed that she even managed to make it to the grocery store in one piece, most of the trip having been accomplished on autopilot. However, her thoughts were no less preoccupied as she slowly trolled the isles, distractedly dumping random foodstuffs into the cart until she was sure that a good half of the items she had haphazardly thrown in were junk food related.
And another thing...what the hell does he eat? I can�t imagine what he does for food...does he steal it? I can�t see him going to the local I-Hop and asking for a stack of pancakes...
She smiled at the mental image of Michael stuffing forkfuls of pancake under the mask with the butcher knife sticking out of the table. He�s got to steal food...what else could he do?
She had just rounded the last isle when she suddenly remembered yet another oddity of his. He doesn't smell like...anything...that's just...well, odd...she wondered, remembering how on the first night, all he had smelt like had been rainwater and the latex from his mask.
Even last night when she had been holding onto him with her nose pressed right up against his bare skin, she could not remember him smelling like anything in particular, the slight mustiness of the mechanic's uniform aside. Well, he's a stalker; I guess that if he stunk to high heavens he wouldn't even get within a hundred feet of anyone...he's got to bathe somewhere...right?
Shaking her head, she settled on leaving her many questions unanswered, as it seemed that the only one who could answer them was Michael himself, and he appeared to be either unable or unwilling to speak. That was fine with her, however, since she found that she very much preferred actions over words, especially when they came from him. He doesn't have to speak, I can hear him just fine...yay for body language...
Making her way to the cash, she paid an exorbitant price for practically nothing of nutritional value, and exited the store. She was currently in the process of loading all her purchases into the back seat of her car when she was grabbed from behind, her heart hammering in her chest as she, for a split second, thought that it was him. However, when her ears were treated to a familiar high giggle that turned quickly into a full laugh, she had no choice but to join in as Jenna released her only to spin her around and envelop her in a bear hug.
�It�s about time you reentered the real world, Kitty girl!� she exclaimed, her thick brown curls bouncing wildly and her amber eyes sparkling as she pulled away, her expression sobering as she gave a deep sigh. �Jason�s an asshole. You deserve so much better, Kat. Believe me, there are plenty of guys who would kill for a chance to be with you, and you won�t meet them just hiding in the house waiting for one to find you!�
The moment those words left Jenna�s mouth, Kat broke down in a fit of laughter, leaning against the side of her car for support as Jenna just looked at her like she had lost her mind. �I see that news travels fast, but believe me, you don�t have to worry about me finding a man...some things just...work themselves out!� she choked out, Jenna�s mystified expression only making her laugh harder.
She and Jenna had met each other in high school, she a senior and Jenna a junior, and had remained close friends ever since. Extremely loyal, Jenna had proved time and time again to be the voice of reason, keeping her from getting into trouble more times than she could count. Unfortunately, both girls had university exams to study for, and found that they did not have as much time for each other as they would have liked. Jenna had been too busy studying for her biology finals while she, on the other hand, had been holed up in the house for the last few days for...quite different reasons.
�That�s it...being cooped up in that house had damaged your brain, Kat. Tonight, you and me are going out to a Halloween party, and you WILL be flirting with the cutest guys, and you WILL have fun despite what that asshole�s done to you!� she exclaimed, trying hard to conceal her own growing grin as she tried, and failed, to give her best scowl. �You have to get out and have some fun, Kat, and forget about the Jasons of the world!�
�I�m fine, really!� she grinned, lifting the last bag into the car and closing the door. �Whoever that tramp was, she can have him. Besides...I�ve...already got my eye on a guy, and I�m just looking forward to a quiet...relaxing night at home� she smiled, laughing as she watched Jenna�s eyes widen.
�Who is he? Do I know him? Is he cute? Tell me...tell, dammit!� she asked frantically, her hands pinning her to her own car as she gave her a weak grin.
�All I�m gonna tell you is that he�s...local. AND, there will be no prodding...� she said, emphasizing with a poke to her chest �...no poking, and NO prying! I think he might be...the jealous type, so...I don�t think it would be the best thing for me to be flaunting myself in front of drunken frat boys...it...might be hazardous to their health...�
�Alright, alright. I won�t �prod�, �poke�, or �pry�, as you so eloquently put it. I just hope that whoever this mystery guy is, he doesn�t hurt you like Jason did...tell him that for me, cause� if he does...WHAM! I�ll have him chained at the bottom of the local lake with a big rock before he knows what hit him!�
Rolling her eyes at Jenna�s wild imagination, Kat could not help admire her for her tenacity. If anything, Jenna was loyal, and she could not have had a better friend. Unfortunately, with Jenna, her ability to find good friends seemed to have had been thoroughly exhausted as two prime examples headed right for them from across the parking lot.
Having known them since grade school, Kat had maintained a tenuous love-hate relationship with the Laquois brothers. Local �bad seeds�, the brothers, Matt being the eldest and Jake being the youngest by only a year, were infamously known for causing general mischief, minor property damage and for harassing the local police station with small-time pranks. None of which, however, could ever be proven to have been committed by the brothers, much to the local resident�s ire. They excelled at getting themselves into trouble, and were even better at not getting caught.
Both tall and lanky, they sported the same mops of dirty blonde hair, the same acne scars and the same snarky, perverted attitudes that continued to this day to alienate them from the female population of Haddonfield. For years, practically everyone in the area had known both boys held major crushes on both Kat and Jenna, and now both wore matching cock-eyed grins as they ambled up to them, their distinctive swagger putting both girl�s teeth on edge, as usual. However, where Jenna had always held an animosity for the boys �affections�, Kat had always managed to find the humor in it and regularly played along, sometimes if only to playfully annoy Jenna.
�Hey, pretty ladies! Lookin� for a good time?� Jake drawled, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his 'strategically' ripped and torn jeans as Matt grinned lazily at Jenna.
�Not if it comes from you two� Jenna snapped back, giving Jake a glare as he not so subtlety shifted closer to Kat.
�Go away, guys. Try the local strip club, at least there the girls get PAID to notice you,� Kat grinned playfully, well accustomed to the boy�s little games.
�Why do you always have to hurt us like that, babe?� Matt asked, his lips down turning into a painfully fake imitation of a pout before cracking up, his brother following suit until they were both, literally, snorting.
�Is there something you wanted, and, by God, if you give me a dirty answer, I will smack you so hard...� Kat smiled sweetly, placing her hands on her hips, ignoring Jenna�s slightly sickened expression as she coyly blew Matt a kiss.
�Well, if you put it so nicely...� Matt said, calming down and running an appreciating hand along the hood of her car before grinning at her. �We�re planning a little...prank tonight, and we thought we�d be gentlemen and invite you two lovely ladies to join us.�
�Us...join you for a prank? On Halloween? With the cops going to be roaming the streets looking for anyone doing something wrong? Are you two out of your fucking minds?!� Jenna retorted, the brothers taking a step back over the acidic glare she shot them both. �You two must be the most childish, addle-brained...�
�WHOA! Enough with the lecture, Jenna! We were just offering to be nice! You don�t have to get your panties in a bunch, we�ll have enough fun on our own,� Jake said quickly, raising his hands in self-defense as Jenna�s eyes flashed dangerously. �One would think that the risks of getting nabbed by the cops would be worth trying to sneak into the Meyers house! It wouldn�t be...�
�I�m in�
There had been no hesitation, no second thoughts as soon as the words had left Matt�s mouth, and as Kat regarded the shocked and bewildered faces surrounding her, she suddenly knew that this was something she had to do. There�s...no guarantee that he�s going to come back tonight...at least I can go where he�s been...I�ve got to risk it...I�ve just got to...she decided, right before Jenna lit into her.
�YOU are out of your fucking mind, Kat. Do you know what would happen if you got caught! What would happen to your classes? Your permanent records?� she blasted her, her face going red as she started listing off all the ramifications of her getting caught doing something so stupid.
�Jenna...JENNA!� she shouted, drowning out her voice until she quieted, her best friend settling on giving a worried glare that alternated between her and the shocked brothers. �I�ll be fine, Jenna. You worry too much! I once dated a guy who helped install the cameras, and he told me that all of the cameras are actually IN the house, so the grounds are relatively safe! Besides, YOU were the one that told me I should �get out and have some fun!��
�That�s not what I meant, and you know it!� she huffed, facing her and giving her worried eyes. �I meant that you should get out and have some fun, I didn�t mean that you should do that by breaking the law! What the hell�s gotten into you, Kat? It isn�t like you to be...�
�Hey Kat, if you�re not sure about this...� Jake interrupted, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.
Giving him a wry smile, she shook her head. �I�m sure. What do I need to do?�
�You�re all nuts� Jenna scoffed, flinging the passenger door open and sliding into the seat before slamming the door shut.
With matching grins, the brothers each extended their hands, Kat taking each and giving them a shake to seal the deal. �This is great, Kat, we could really use you! We�ll be meeting at our house at ten. Wear black clothes and bring good shoes for running!� Matt smiled, winking at her before pulling his grinning brother along with him as they took off back across the parking lot.
This is it...there�s no backing out now...
The drive back home was tense, as Jenna refused to make eye contact with her. However, the moment she stepped from the car and walked around to the passenger side, Jenna leapt from the car and crushed her into a hug.
�You know that I love you, right, kitty-girl?� she asked, holding her tight as Kat wrapped her own arms around her.
�Ya, I know.�
�Is there any way I can stop you from following through with this stupid, idiotic, dim-witted...?�
�No, there isn�t�
�But...why?� she asked with a sigh, letting go and taking a step back, shaking her head in disbelief over her friend�s seemingly insane actions.
�This is just something I have to do, Jenna. Something I...need to do�
Smiling faintly as she opened the door and handed Jenna some of the grocery bags, Kat could not help feeling apprehensive about tonight. What if I do get caught...what if he doesn�t come? What if I never see him again? What if...oh God...this could be the biggest mistake of my life...but...what if NOT going through with this WILL be the biggest mistake of my life? God...I wish I knew what to do...
With Jenna�s help, the groceries were brought into the house, unpacked, and the cupboards were partially filled. Mostly with junk food. Scrounging up a modest list of ingredients, Kat managed to make the most of what she had and shared an improvised stir-fry and potato chip lunch with Jenna, somehow managing to steer their conversations away from what she had planned that night. She had even managed to dismiss the large crack in the top of her desk as a manufacturer�s flaw when Jenna had pointed it out, claiming that it had always been there, and that she had just never really noticed it before.
When Jenna�s parents phone late in the afternoon, reminding her that she had chores to attend to and exams to study for, she had reluctantly left. Her last parting shot over her shoulder had been about how she hoped not to see her face on the news tomorrow, �local teen arrested and jailed for trespassing and break and enter of infamous Meyers house�.
Jenna had also invited her to a late night Halloween party being thrown by one of the local university sororities that she would be at, just to �get her out of the house�. Jenna had told her that she could come any time, and that she would do her best to frighten off any guys that showed even the slightest hint of interest. Now, all there was left to do was to wait.
The hours went by at a crawl, Kat switching restlessly between watching a re-run of �The Thing� on the television and handing out fistfuls of candy to kids dressed up as ninjas, zombies and ghosts. At nine-forty, Kat climbed the stairs to her room and rummaged through her closet for the articles of clothing that she would be needing. Black jeans were paired with an old, long-sleeved shirt, and her house slippers were exchanged for a pair of black sneakers.
�I�m going to be breaking the law...the last thing I need is someone to see pale skin peeking through black clothing in the dark...� she muttered nervously as she added a pair of thin black winter gloves and a matching black ski mask for good measure. �That�s it� she said softly, taking one last look around her room. �Jenna�s right...I�m out of my fucking mind...�
She had gotten as far as the end of the driveway when she walked back to the house and retrieved a small flashlight from out of the drawer in the front hall table, sticking it into her back pocket before she stepped back outside and locked the door again. The last thing I need is to trip over something in the dark and break my neck...
The trip to the Laquois residence seemed to take longer than usual, and the streets were all but deserted save for a few overtired children being led by their candy-greedy brothers or sisters and the partygoers en-route to their midnight, �witching hour� celebrations. She was still struggling to remember what house number the brothers lived at when she spied someone waving madly at her through a second floor window of one of the houses, and immediately started in their direction.
For a few minutes she stood patiently on the front porch, assuming that if it had been one of the brothers waving at her, their parents were most likely asleep by the lack of lights on in the house, and thought best not to ring the doorbell just incase she might wake them and get Matt and Jake busted. There was no way in hell they would have been allowed to even think of leaving the house if their parents knew what they were planning to do. And so she waited.
She had not been waiting long before the door was quietly opened and the black-clothed brothers emerged from the house, Jake carrying what looked like a half-dozen or so rolls of toilet paper with Matt dragging a black duffel bag stuffed to bulging with undoubtedly more rolls.
�This...is your great plan? Tee-Peeing the Meyers house?� she asked incredulously, too shocked to even think to start giving the brothers crap for their incredible immaturity.
�Well, ya� Jake answered, his tone of voice sounding sheepish as he tried to hand her a roll.
�The way I see it...� Matt whispered, leaning forward and grinning at her �...is that us, being twenty-three, can run faster and hide better than idiot teenagers if the cops come after us.�
�You two ARE the biggest idiots I�ve ever met!� Kat hissed, slapping Jake�s hand away before she whirled around and started back for home, far too angry to do anything else.
If they think I�m going to disrespect HIS house like that, they�ve got another thing coming...just wait till� I send a little �tip� in to the police station about two morons doing a prank at the Meyers house...she raged silently until Matt�s voice broke through her anger.
�I thought you WANTED to get inside the house, Kat� Jake hissed back, stalking after her as he struggled to hold onto his rolls of toilet paper. �Besides, we need you to tell us where NOT to walk, remember?�
�But...you�re planning on decorating the OUTSIDE of the house! With all the sensors, how exactly were you planning to get INTO the house, Matt?� she asked pointedly, glaring at each brother in turn.
�That�s easy, gorgeous!� Matt grinned, giving her an award-winning smile. �The sensors might be triggered, BUT...� he said, reaching into the bag of toilet paper to pull out a baklava similar to the one she carried in her own hand �...the infrared cameras can�t photograph our faces if they�re covered with THESE!�
He was right. For all the high-tech equipment, the surveillance cameras only worked if they actually get a recording of your face. Without that, the police had no case. Kat secretly crowed in joy when she heard this, but carefully kept her face hostile, if only to put the fear of God into the brothers.
�If you two somehow screw this up, I swear to God...� she growled, still glaring as she put her mask on, ignoring the little voice at the back of her mind trying to scream common sense to her as just the chance of sneaking into his house clouded her judgment. If I do this and he�s there...I�ve just got to take that chance...
�Relax Kat...we�ll all be in black, our faces will be covered, and we�ll be able to hear the sirens coming from a mile away!� Matt reassured her with a sly grin, putting his own mask on before he hoisted the duffle bag to his shoulder and took off down the street.
�Come on, Kat. Act like you got a pair,� Jake joked as he tried to conceal the bright white rolls under his shirt, Kat giving him one last glare and a snort of amusement before she followed him.
The trip to the Meyers house, which was a good ten-minute walk away, was strangely uneventful, the brothers sticking to the backyards of the houses for the bulk of the trip, staying clear of the main road and from view as best they could. All three of them being dressed head to toe in black did not hurt, either.
At last, the dark, foreboding silhouette of the Meyers house came into view, and, approaching from the neighboring house�s backyard, all three kept close to the back hedge as they ran across the lot and crouched down in the overgrown bushes by the side of the garage to discuss their next move.
�So Kat...what�s the plan? You said you know where the sensors are, so...is there any way to get around them, like, step over them or something? Like in the movies?� Matt said first, his body barely visible in the thick shadows of the night and his voice eerily disembodied.
Closing her eyes, Kat fought to remember what Jack had told her, and, when she did, a bitter disappointment filled her as she realized that she would NOT be getting into the house.
�Ya, he did. Everywhere. He said the police department didn�t have enough funding to actually install any of them outside, so all the sensors are actually IN the house, in every room. And they're not called 'hidden sensors' for nothing, smartass� she retorted, letting her anger show in her tone of voice. "These aren't the kind where you sprinkle baby powder around you and they show up as glowing red beams of light...these, if anything solid passes in front of them, they're set off and the police department knows right away that something's up. We won�t even know we�ve tripped one until the cops are pulling up outside, and then, we�re all fucked.�
�Well...� Jake sighed in her ear, making her jump since she did not realize that he was so close. �...at least we can go through with our original plan...are you gonna join us or not, Kat?� he asked, patting one of the rolls and giving her a hopeful smile.
�Not� she snapped, her anger rising by the moment. �If you two want to get your asses hauled to jail for doing something so stupid, go ahead, be my guest� she said, turning her head to glare at him with as much venom as she could muster.
How could I have been so stupid as to have believed that these two morons could help me? I should have known that I wouldn�t have been able to get into the house...I was too blinded by the thought of seeing him again that I didn�t even think about that! I would have been better off waiting at home...at least then...she thought angrily as she stood up, just as the wail of a siren cut through the quiet of the night.
�SHIT! THE COPS!� Matt hissed, everyone�s faces paling as a police cruiser came to a screeching stop on the street in front of the house, the cherry on the roof flooding the street with light.
�They must have been watching the place...we are SO royally fucked!� Jake spat, dropping his toilet paper rolls and running as Matt jumped up and followed him, taking off back they way they had came, abandoning her as she fought the instinct to panic.
Those cowards! SHIT! I can�t let them catch me! she screamed in her head, ducking back down into the bushes as she watched a second cruiser blow past the first and take off down the street in the direction the brothers had ran in. What the fuck do I do NOW! she thought frantically, her heart pounding as the officer in the front seat stuck a high-powered searchlight out the window and aimed it right at her.
Ducking her head down into her chest to hide the eyeholes in her mask as a beam of bright light cut across the front yard, her stomach was in knots as it passed right over her, her ears picking up the faint crackle of the cruiser�s radio as a cold trickle of sweat ran down the back of her neck.
"Please don�t see me...please don�t see me..." she whispered like a mantra, her legs beginning to ache as she remained hunched on the ground, terrified, the tall grasses and dying shrubs that concealed her presence rustling in the faint breeze.
Two more times the light passed over her before she heard the crunch of gravel under the cruiser�s tires, and she waited until the noise had faded from earshot before she risked moving. Slowly picking herself off the ground, she had only taken a couple of steps when she heard another car approaching. Snapping her head around, she could just make out the hint of ruby light working its way across the pavement to know that it was a third cruiser, and, in a panic, jumped up and ran around to the back of the garage.
You�ve got to be kidding me! THREE cop cars...SHIT! They�ve got to be circling the block looking for us...for ME! If I stay here, they�ll come in on foot, and I�ll be screwed! If I run, they�ll see me and I�ll be just as screwed! FUCK! she screamed in her head, just barely avoiding being caught by another searchlight beam that once more cut across the front yard.
Sliding around the corner and slamming herself against the back wall of the garage, her heart hammered in her chest as she watched with fearful eyes as the light lit up the hedge along the back of the property. However, when that cruiser too pulled away she thought that she was safe, that they had finally decided that there was no one hiding in the backyard. She was wrong.
She had just taken a hesitant step away from the wall when she heard the slam of a car door, and realized that what she had feared most was coming true. Apparently unsatisfied with the searchlights, the officer or officers were now planning on searching the property on foot, and this time, they would find her. Forcing herself to stop shaking, she forced herself into action, moving as quickly and as quietly as she could to the three-foot gap between the fence and the left side of the garage, her eyes falling on the rusted handle of a side door.
Awww shit...now what! If I run...they might see me...even if the door is unlocked and I hide in here, I�ll be trapped...SHIT!
Torn between the only two options she had, it was only when she picked up the crunch of the driveway gravel that alerted her to the approach of an officer on foot that she decided. With a shaking hand, she reached out and grabbed the cold handle, closed her eyes and whispered a prayer as she gave it a twist. She gasped of relief when the knob turned with little effort, the stale air of the garage filling her nose as she opened the door just wide enough to slip inside.
Closing the door softly and turning the lock, she quickly made her way to the far wall, avoiding boxes of dusty car parts, gardening supplies and gasoline cans before falling to her knees and hiding behind a couple of rusted metal barrels. Jenna was right...I'm out of my fucking mind...now, I'm trapped in here with no way out, and it's only a matter of time before I'm found...I would have been better off running...she thought hopelessly as she huddled in a ball on the dirty floor, her body starting to shake again as she listened to footsteps approach the garage.
"This is Lachlan. Munro said she was sure she saw three suspects in the bushes, and Cooper said he lost only two in the next street over� she heard a man's voice clearly say right outside the broken window she was hiding under, a small wave of relief washing over her as she realized that the brothers had managed to escape.
They�re assholes and cowards...but at least now, they can�t rat me out to save their own asses...she thought caustically, just before the small bit of relief she had felt was ripped away from her with what she heard the officer say next.
�Wilson�s watchin� the front street, and Wade and Marks have got the neighbor�s yards on either side covered. If someone�s hiding here, there�s nowhere for them to run to. I'm gonna search the bushes at the back of the property, then I'll cover the garage. They might be tryin� to stick it out hidin� in there.�
Oh shit...oh shit...I�m fucked...she thought frantically, too scared to even move as she heard the officer's footsteps fade as he walked away from the garage. Fuck...what do I do NOW! He's coming back, he's going to find me, and I'm going to jail! she thought despairingly, just before she noticed through the crack between the barrels something that seemed very much out of place in the garage.
Crawling out from her hiding place and keeping below the level of the windows, she made her way towards what appeared to be a large, squared cover of some kind set flush to the floor by the side wall. This...looks like an old manhole cover...but...that's not possible...what the hell is a manhole cover doing in the garage? she wondered confusedly, trying and failing to come up with any plausible explanation for such a thing as she ran her hands over the dusty surface, discovering that it was, in fact, an old manhole cover.
Wonderful...she thought sarcastically, slipping her fingers in under the raised edge of the lid. It's down to either getting caught and hiding in the sewers...oh God...do I have a choice?
Wincing at the brief, harsh grating noise the lid gave when she pulled it off, she discovered a small metal ladder leading down into the darkness, and, shining her flashlight down into it, just made out the bottom not too far down. Turning the flashlight off and muttering darkly under her breath, she braced herself with her arms and lowered her legs down into the hole.
She had just finished finding the rungs of the ladder when she heard the doorknob of the front door of the garage rattle, and, moving quickly, lowered the rest of her body down. She hung on with one hand as she grasped the edge of the lid with the other and pulled it towards her, near darkness enveloping her as she clung to the ladder, hoping that the officer would not notice that she had not managed fit the cover back over the hole properly.
Mere moments after she had concealed herself, she could just make out the officers footsteps as he walked into the garage, the soft crackle of static from his radio echoing oddly through the small gap in the lid as he walked around the garage. However, she did not have to wait long before she heard him give the all clear, and waited until she had heard the front door close before she grabbed her flashlight once more.
Holding it between her teeth, she slowly and very carefully made her way down, only sighing in relief when her feet were on the floor of the tunnel below. Unfortunately, when she flipped it back on and got a chance to see just where she was, all she wanted to do was scream in frustration as she discovered that she was, indeed, in the sewers.
Oh fuck me...this is what I get when I let my libido take control of my brain...even if I climbed back up the ladder and got back into the garage, there's no guarantee that that officer's left the property...all I could end up doing is walking right into a trap! she fumed as she paced back and forth by the bottom of the ladder.
I can�t believe I�m in the fucking sewers...why in God�s name would ANYONE need an access tunnel in their garage to get down HERE of all places? she wondered, shining the flashlight around at the arched, red brick of the tunnel she was in and up at the corroded water pipes in the ceiling.
�I can�t go back the way I came...well, if I�m gonna be down here for a while, I can at least make the most of it� she muttered humorlessly as she pulled off her ski mask and gloves and hung them over the rungs of the ladder. �The last thing I need is to get lost down here...at least now I�ll know which ladder leads back up to the garage...� she sighed, looking to her right at the remains of an iron gate that blocked her off from another section of tunnel, the thick bars bizarrely warped and bent out of shape.
That�s...freaky...it would take nothing short of an explosion to warp metal like that...but...there�s no scorch marks on the walls...she wondered, mystified at the twisted mess of metal. It...almost looks like they�ve been pulled apart...she grinned weakly, amused by her own wild imagination. I'm just being...silly. There probably WAS an explosion, they...just must have removed the evidence...that's all...she decided, trying her best not to think about why anyone would bother to clean burn marks from sewer tunnel walls.
Slowly walking down a segment of sewer tunnel, the dirty, yellow light bulbs set at even intervals allowed her stuff the flashlight back into her pocket as she took the opportunity to look around. Piled against the walls of the tunnels in some areas, old rusted and broken kitchen appliances showing at least an inch of dust shared space with rotten cardboard boxes that held decades-old clothing, stained and yellowed with age.
This is more like someone�s attic than a sewer...what the hell is all this stuff doing down here? she wondered asshe continued on, becoming more and more convinced that at some point, the sewers, at least the sections she had walked through, had been converted into a repository for unwanted items. It�s like whatever someone didn�t want, it got thrown down here...she concluded as she realized that the entire section of the sewers she was now walking through now was the equivalent of a dumping ground, the broken, empty wire animal and birdcages hanging from the ceiling attesting to that theory.
However, when she came to the entrance of a rather large room that was filled wall to wall with old bathtubs, broken glass and ceramic jars, everything suddenly clicked into place. Shit...the sewer access in the garage that shouldn�t be...the bathtubs, the jars...this must have been a bootlegging operation! she marveled, peering in at the inch of black residue in the bottom of one of the tubs. If they were making bathtub gin during prohibition, then it makes sense that they would have had need to access to the sewers...
In the nineteen-twenties, when the manufacture, transport, and sale of all alcoholic beverages had been banned, some people had found that there was a business to be made in making their own. Since the consequences of being caught were severe, those people who were able to move their operation below ground had been the most successful. Huh...bootlegging...if anyone found out what they had been doing down here, they would have been so screwed...
Leaving the �production� room behind, she made her way to another small room, taking her flashlight out once more as most of the light bulbs in the ceiling seemed to have been smashed long ago. It must get freezing cold down here in here in the winter...
The room she was in now appeared to have been a bedroom at some point, a bed with a bare mattress and sheets yellowed with age thrown into a corner while rusted-out pots and dirty dishes piled on top of an old stove competed for space with old newspapers and even more birdcages. However, when she walked forward and stepped on something that snapped and crunched underfoot, she was forced to stifle a scream when she lowered the flashlight beam and discovered that the floor in some places was covered in at least two inches of small, yellowed animal bones.
�...these must be...rat bones...oh, gross...� she whispered, avoiding stepping on the hundreds of tiny, chisel-toothed skulls and the few mummified corpses as she edged sideways to a relatively clean patch of floor by the bed. There�s got to be a cat down here somehow...or something that�s eating the rats...but...why just in this room? I thought...she started to wonder before she noticed something that was nearly as creepy as the rat bones.
Oh boy...I�d hate to meet the freaky little kid that did this...she thought nervously, gingerly picking up an old handmade doll from the bed whose eyes someone had driven long, rusted nails into. This is just...disturbing...this kid must have needed serious help...she wondered uneasily as the flashlight picked up what appeared to be an old newspaper clipping stuck to the side of a pillar at the head of the bed. What is this...when was this...Oh my God...this...isn�t...this can�t be...oh God...
Leaning forward and shining the light on the clipping, the doll was quickly dropped back down to the bed, her mouth going dry and her heart hammering in her chest as she read the words on the paper, her eyes wide and frightened. Laurie Strode, sister of Michael Myers, survives Halloween night massacre...that...happened in 1978...oh...my...God...prohibition ended in 1933...
In one instant, the knowledge of where she was hit her like a physical blow. The newspaper clipping from forty-five years after prohibition ended that showed the photograph of Laurie Strode, the animal bones spread out in just this room except where the bed was...
Oh God...Michael...this...is HIS room...oh my God...oh my god...there is no cat, is there? HE�S the one that�s been eating the rats! she thought faintly, a wave of nausea passing through her at just the thought of him catching the rats and eating them raw. He...doesn�t steal food, does he? He�s got all he needs down here...oh shit...HE did that to the doll, didn�t he? That is just SO wrong on SO many levels...
Backing away from the bed, his bed, she suddenly felt herself becoming frightened of him all over again. There WAS no explosion...HE was the one that bent that grate...she wondered frightfully, imagining him warping the metal while in the grip of a rage, remembering how he had so easily slammed his knife through solid oak. Oh God...how strong is he? How...oh shit...he�s been living down here all this time...waiting for something...no one�s known until now...until...me...oh God...if he finds me here...I know where he hides!...she thought in an utter panic, a loud crash in the distance snapping her back to her senses as she gave a small yelp of fright.
OH SHIT! HE�S BACK! she screamed in her head, dropping her flashlight as she went into a complete panic, entirely too freaked out by what she had discovered, of what she had seen to even think of doing anything logical as she ran to the far end of the room and hid behind the first large object she saw.
Forcing herself into a narrow gap behind an old cabinet by the edge of a side tunnel, she was literally shaking in fear as she heard Michael�s soft footsteps approaching, knowing that he had entered the room when she heard the crunch of rat bones underfoot. However, when the sound of bones snapping stopped only to be replaced by the sound of bedsprings creaking, she knew that he was now sitting on his bed.
Oh God...I�m trapped in the sewers with a rat-eating, doll-mutilating murderer whose hiding place I�ve just discovered...she thought despairingly, a heavy lump of dread forming in the pit of her stomach as she realized that it was not a matter of if he found her, but rather a matter of when. I�m trapped down here...he�s sitting not even twenty feet away...there is no way in HELL I�m going to get out of here without him knowing...I am so screwed...
With one last attempt, she tried to remember how his touch felt, how gentle he had been, how he had looked at her and how he had trusted her, but no matter how hard she tried, the images of the rat bones and the doll kept flashing through her mind. It was simply too much for her to handle, and her fear got the best of her.
Knowing that if she stayed where she was it would not be long before he discovered that she was hiding in the same room, she managed to work up a shred of courage and slowly shifted to the right, peeking out at him from the edge of the cabinet.
Perched on the edge of the mattress, Michael�s body was hunched forward, his arms draped on the tops of his thighs with his head hanging so far down that all she could see was the fake hair on the top of the mask. The butcher knife lay beside him, untouched as he remained motionless, just...sitting there.
Now beyond rational thought, Kat let her instinct take over as she took the opportunity to move while he was distracted. Slowly edging back to the left and gingerly shuffling out from behind the cabinet and around the corner, she did not even dare to breathe until she had crept halfway down the side tunnel. With her pulse pounding and a cold sweat making her shiver, she somehow managed to find her way back to the ladder that led back up to the garage and hastily tugged her ski mask back on.
Oh God...He's been down there the whole time...hasn't he? Oh God...I'm the only one who knows...if he finds me here...
Stuffing her gloves into her back pocket, she had only made it halfway up the ladder when she abruptly froze, her body becoming still as she suddenly remembered something she had only learned recently, a scrap of information that, for a moment, caused her to hesitate. Last week, she had made a mistake when copying her schedule down and had attended the wrong lecture, but had stayed when the subject of body language had piqued her interest. Now, her curiosity got the better of her as she put her newfound knowledge to work and tried to make sense of Michael�s odd behavior.
He�s was just...sitting there...he almost looked...sad...why? What's wrong with him? she wondered confusedly, right before she thought of a possibility that made her feel just like someone had kicked her in the stomach.
�Oh...my...God...what if...what if he went back?� she whispered faintly, imagining him returning to her house only to find it empty. What if he came back for me and thought that I wasn�t there on purpose? That I had changed my mind? Oh God...I never should have left the house in the first place...
Just the knowledge of what she had possibly done tore at her like nothing else, and, in that moment, the rat bones, the doll, the warped gate, nothing that she had seen mattered. Once more she had doubted him, and this is what it had brought her. Thinking back to how his eyes had been so open, so trusting of her last night when she had proven to him beyond a doubt that she wanted him, tears burned in her eyes as she imagined what he might be feeling right now.
If he DID go back and I wasn�t there...oh God...just his body language alone is enough for me to tell that something�s bothering him...I�ve...hurt him...this is all MY fault...she thought miserably, not caring about the consequences as she slowly, resolutely made her way down the ladder and back down the tunnel. It...doesn�t matter what he�s done down here...I�ll never stop wanting him...
Coming to the end of the tunnel and stopping just before the entrance to his room she peeked around the corner, only to discover that he was nowhere in sight.
Wha...where...? But, he was just...he...couldn�t have...no one can move that fast...but...oh shit...oh shit...he couldn�t have known...but...what if...AWWW SHIT!
With her body shaking in a combination of anxiety and outright fear, she nervously backed away from the entrance of his room. However, just when she was about to turn around and head back to the ladder, she was suddenly grabbed from behind, flipped around and slammed backwards against the wall, her cry of fright abruptly cut off as a large hand wrapped around her throat and began to squeeze.
Too shocked by what had just happened to even struggle, her body was painfully crushed her against the side of the tunnel, her wide, frightened eyes snapping up to meet the dark eyeholes of a white, emotionless mask. Michael�s mask. He had found her.
...he�s here...he�s...oh God...no...
Still reeling from the bone-jarring ache of being thrown against the unyielding brick, she shook as she remembered that she was wearing the ski mask. Even with the pale moonlight filtering through the manhole cover directly above them, there was no way for him to know that she was the one he was choking.
Oh God...oh God...he�s going to kill me with his bare hands...she thought in a panic, Michael slowly tightening his grip on her neck until her breathing became difficult, his body practically shaking with rage. I never should have left the house, I never should have gone looking for him...oh God...I�ve got to try something...anything! she thought frantically, spots beginning to swim in her vision as she reached up blindly and tugged at the ski mask.
�Michael...stop!� she croaked, finally managing to slip her fingers under the edge on the second attempt, yanking it off and letting it drop to the floor before painfully sucking in one last ragged lungful of air for one last desperate attempt to let him know that it was her. "Please...stop! You�re...hurting...me! Please...stop...� she begged frantically, her voice now faded to a hoarse whisper as she became lightheaded.
She had just about given up hope when she was suddenly released, slumping to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath as he quickly backed away from her.
�I�m so sorry...I didn�t know...if you were coming back...I had to see you again...I needed to see you again...please...I...never wanted to hurt you...� she choked out, leaning against the wall with her body shaking and tears trailing down her face as she looked up at him, his body rigid.
For a moment they just stared at each other, the only sounds to be heard being her ragged breathing, the occasional drip of water and the faint distant squeak of a rat. However, before she had a chance to make a move Michael beat her to it, suddenly darting forward, bending down, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her to her feet only to enfold her in a tight embrace, holding her tight.
She was stunned. Of all the things he could have done, this was the last, if not the one thing that she never would have thought he would do. Three times now she had done something that she had been convinced that he would hurt her for, and three times, he had shocked her with his reaction. He had gone back for her, had wanted to be with her again, and had once more overcome his violent nature to prove to her that not only was she safe with him, but that she was safe from him. Now, she knew beyond any doubt, despite what had just happened that he would never hurt her.
He stopped when he saw it was me...oh God...he stopped...she whimpered in her mind as she wrapped her own arms around him, letting the warmth and strength of his body calm her down enough to gradually stop shaking.
She last track of time standing there, reveling in the feeling of being held by him before she worked up the courage to speak, her small voice muffled against his chest. "You...went back for me, didn't you?" she finally asked, holding him tighter, craving the feel of his body against hers. �I�m so sorry I wasn�t there...I...didn�t know if you were coming back...I thought that if went to your house...then the police came and I had to hide...I found the manhole in the garage, and I...found...I saw you sitting there...and I...I panicked...I thought that you'd be mad that I'd found out where you...hide...� she rambled, he voice choking again as she remembered how he had looked when he had been sitting on his bed.
Her mind was just starting to fill with all sorts of words to describe how reckless she had been this night, how she had almost screwed everything up when Michael carefully released her and pulled back, her head tilting up to give him a questioning look. However, when he raised his right hand and gently trailed the tips of his fingers down the side of her face, all she could do was swallow thickly as that simple touch sent a wave of chills through her body, her eyes closing and her pulse quickening as his thumb smoothed lightly over her lips.
�Michael...� she whispered, her body continuing to shiver. �Michael, please...I�m...ok...� she breathed, wincing a little as he stroked his fingers down the side of her neck and over where his fingers had squeezed and left a mark. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me...I'm sorry I didn't wait for you...but...I had to see you again..." she whispered, holding her breath as they stopped just above the neckline of her sweater.
Come on, Kat...tell him...you've got to let him know...she mentally prodded herself, reaching deep within herself to try to tell him what she felt about him.
"Michael?" she whispered, taking a deep breath as she slowly raised her hands and draped them over the tops of his shoulders, her own fingers stroking along his bare skin between the collar of the suit and the edge of the mask. "Michael, the first night you...came to me, I was frightened of you. Of what you were doing to me...of what you could have done to me. You...hurt me, but when I realized that you didn't want to...that you were trying to make it different, I...wanted it just as much as you did" she said, opening her eyes and staring into the dark eyeholes of the mask, feeling his body become utterly still before continuing.
"When I woke up yesterday, I tried to convince myself that I hated you for what you did...that what I had felt was wrong...but...I couldn't do it. Nothing I told myself could make me not want to see you again...to be with you again..." she said, letting out a breathy sigh as he raised both of his hands and ran his fingers through her hair, his touch more than a little distracting.
"I had wanted you then...and I still did� she continued, somehow managing to focus on what she was trying to say instead of the way her body was reacting to his, a wave of warmth flooding through her as his fingers stroked along the silken strands and down to the back of her neck. �When you came back...I was...still afraid of you, but you showed me that I didn't have to be...that despite what I had thought you would do, you still wanted me. Still wanted to be with me. I'll never forget what you did for me, what you made me feel...and when I woke up this morning, all I could think about was if I would see you again."
As soon as she had said that it was as if a weight had been lifted from her, and when he shifted closer to her, lowered his head down to her shoulder and placed his hands on either side of her on the brick wall of the tunnel, she knew that this is what he had been needing to hear. However, she was not finished.
Well...I�ve gone this far...I guess...it couldn�t hurt to go all the way...oh God, I hope I know what I�m doing...she wondered anxiously, tilting her head up until her mouth was right against the mask where his left ear should be.
"Michael..." she started, clearing her throat and taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I...when you're...gentle with me...it's...amazing" she said, feeling her face flush as she tried to put into words what she wanted from him. "I never would have imagined that you could be so...what I mean is...what I..." she faltered, swallowing nervously and closing her eyes before coming right out and saying it. "I love it when you're gentle with me...but...I...also love it when you're...well...not"
For a moment he remained immobile, his breathing deceptively calm and steady before he suddenly stiffened, his body becoming rigid and unmoving as her mind froze. Oh crap...maybe I shouldn't have said that...she started to think, quickly opening her mouth to try to explain herself better.
However, before she even had a chance to get even one more word out, he reached down, grabbed her wrists and pinned them roughly to the brick on either side of her body, her ears picking up his low, barely audible moan as he pressed the front of his body against hers.
"Ummm...ya...like this..." she stammered, her face burning now as she realized that not only had he understood exactly what she had been trying to tell him, but that the hard length of his cock now pressed against her belly was irrefutable proof that he was quite happy to indulge her.
He...he knew right away what I wanted...he...oh wow, it certainly doesn�t take much to get him excited...she thought breathlessly, reveling in the fact that is was her that affected him so strongly. I was right...there really IS something about me that's different...
Knowing without a doubt that it would only encourage him, she strained against his grip, a thrill shooting through her as he quickly pressed her harder against the wall and held her immobile, the mask less than an inch from her face now as she let out a soft groan. "Please, Michael...I want this...please...� she whispered, her voice plaintive. �Whatever you want to do to me...whatever you want...please...I want it..."
The instant the words left her mouth a shudder ran through his body, and when she tilted her head forward and pressed her cheek against the front of his shoulder, she smiled as she heard his sharp intake of breath. I may not be able to move at the moment, but I still have another way to tease him...to push him...
�Michael...� she whimpered, delighting in the way his body began to tremble and how his breathing grew ragged as she went limp against him "...please...take me, make me yours..."
She only had a moment to enjoy the small strangled noise he gave deep in his throat before he quickly pushed himself away from her, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her with him as he took off down the tunnel, nearly loosing her balance as she strove to keep up with his long strides. Unfortunately, when he brought her to the entrance of his room and her gaze immediately snapped to the rat bones, she stopped, suddenly remembering why they were there.
Oh God...the rats...she thought with a small shudder, her gaze now darting to the mutilated doll that lay right in the middle of the bed where she had dropped it. This...oh boy...remember that you�re with him...ignore the bones...the doll...you�re going to have him again, just that�s enough to overlook anything...she kept repeating to herself, allowing him to slowly pull her forward and bring her beside the mattress.
Unfortunately, she could not help it when her gaze snapped down to the butcher knife that lay gleaming in the pale light of the one remaining bare bulb in the ceiling nearby. Taking a small step backward, she watched his head swivel to look at the knife and then turn back to her, his right hand slowly reaching out to wrap around the handle and lift it off the bed, holding it before her wide eyes.
�Michael...� she started to say, trying and failing to keep the faintest thread of nervousness out of her voice as he held it there for her to see.
However, when he slowly turned and placed it on the edge of the old stove only to turn back around, bend down and send the doll flying off the bed with a quick flick of his hand, she let out a small sigh of relief. �I...didn�t know you...lived down here...I...I won�t tell anyone...I promise...�
Still bent over the bed, he slowly tilted his head towards her, his body stilling as she just stood there staring at him. For a moment, neither one moved and she held her breath as she felt the tension in the room build. Unfortunately, when she took a step towards him and inadvertently stepped right on one of the rat skulls, no amount of positive thinking could dismiss the fact that he was the one that had killed and eaten it.
Snapping her eyes shut as the sickening crunch filled the room, she only had a moment to try to calm herself when Michael took full advantage of her momentary distraction, suddenly darting forward and ignoring her startled yelp as he began stripping her out of her clothing. Biting her bottom lip to hold back a moan, she quickly raised her arms as he tugged her sweater over her head, helping him before he ripped it as he had with her other pair of pants the night before.
He�s certainly hard on clothes, that�s for sure...she wondered with a shaky sigh as he reached between them, undid the snap on her jeans and tugged the zipper down.
However, when he grasped the top of her pants and was about to yank them down, she grabbed his hands, stopping him as he looked up sharply and gave a soft grunt.
�Wait, please...� she breathed, lightly circling the pads of her fingers over the thick, rough burn scars on the backs of his hands as he slowly, reluctantly stilled. �I want this, believe me Michael, but...there's no rush, and...I want to see you...I...need to see you� she said softly, reaching her right hand up and feeling around at his collar for the zipper of his suit, silently cursing as she found her fingers shaking to much to do anything but fumble.
However, her mind was quickly robbed of the ability to form cohesive thoughts as he gently took her hands in his own and lowered them, her breath catching in her throat as she watched his own fingers reach up, find the zipper and pull it all the way down to reveal a thin strip of pale skin. Like last time when she had tried to touch him, he now once again shied away from her, taking a small step back and turning his head slightly to the side, but she knew better.
He MUST know that I'm not afraid of what he looks like...oh God...he's damaged, and not only on the outside...she thought sadly, imagining how torn he must be between wanting to be touched and wanting to keep hiding behind the suit and mask. He can hide all he wants when he's not around me...but when I'm here, he doesn't have to...he NEVER has to...she thought resolutely before once more closing the distance between them and reaching for him.
"Please...more, I want to see more..." she whispered, maintaining eye contact with him as she gently slid her hands into the suit and bravely worked it off his shoulders and down his arms until it hung limply from his waist. Oh sweet Jesus he�s gorgeous...was all she could think of as she looked down and her wide eyes traveled over the expanse of naked skin, her rapt gaze slowly moving over the innumerable scars and blemishes, the stab wounds and burnt patches standing out in the dim light.
Licking her lips and swallowing thickly as a jolt of raw need shot right through her, she reached out and smoothed her hands over his upper body, her fingers caressing reverently over every inch of bare skin and tracing over every defined muscle she could get her hands on. He's never shown me this much of himself before...I...can't imagine what kind of fight I'd have on my hands if I tried to remove the rest of it, but this...is a very, very good start...
Running her fingertips over each scar in turn and trailing them lightly over the smooth, shiny patches where his skin had been burnt, she was delighted when he trembled under her touch, his head tilting back and his hands shaking when she dipped her hand lower and circled his navel. He�s...so responsive...so sensitive...I wonder what he�d do if I...she wondered weakly, just before she lowered her head and gently, slowly ran her tongue along the smooth edge of an old scar in the middle of his chest.
When he gave a small jerk back and a low noise deep in his throat, his hands clenching until his knuckles turned white, she knew in that instant exactly what she wanted to do to him. With her own body tightening in anticipation, his tremble returned twofold as she slowly dipped her head down and gently lathed each and every scar she could reach in turn, his hands shaking as a shiver went through him.
I...didn�t get a chance to do this last night...but now...ohhhhh God, if I had only known that he would like this so much...she marveled as she slowly trailed her short nails up and down his sides, enjoying the way his muscles contracted under her touch as she took her time and proved to him with actions that she was most definitely not afraid of what he looked like.
When she reached the nearly healed puncture wound high on his chest and he jerked a little, she smiled, his reaction letting her know that it was particularly sensitive. Not wasting such valuable information, she gave that one special attention, alternating between flicking her tongue over it and his right nipple until he was whimpering quietly, but she was far from done.
She knew that she was playing with fire, that teasing him would only make him snap and do something impulsive, but that was what she wanted. She wanted him wild, uncontrolled and reckless. She wanted him to snap and take her roughly without a second thought. She knew that he would never go out of his way to hurt her, and she trusted him in this. Trusted him to take her just the way he wanted to take her, and leave her in one piece when he was done.
Knowing that it would only drive him closer to the edge, she slowly reached down, slid her hand into the suit and cupped her hand around him, his body immediately slumping forward and a low moan coming from him as she gently stroked her fingers along his hard length.
Oh God...the noises he�s making...she marveled weakly, liquid heat pooling low in her body as the sounds coming from Michael�s throat nearly drove her wild, his entire body shaking as she smoothed her fingers over the hot silken skin, gently pulling and working him to the brink of madness as she continued to tease his with her mouth.
However, she soon discovered that like last night, it was not long before his patience ran out, his eyes wild as he grabbed her hands and removed them from his trembling body.
Wow...that...certainly didn�t take long...I guess...he�s just too high-strung for much teasing...she thought numbly as he took a step back only to give himself enough room to begin stripping her out of the rest of her clothing.
Her bra was the first to hit the floor, Michael stunning her with his surprising dexterity as he unclipped the clasp on the first try. Suddenly dropped to his knees at her feet, she watched with parted lips as he removed her sneakers and socks, throwing them to the other side of the tunnel before he made short work of her jeans, peeling them down her legs and throwing them behind him until she was left standing before him in just her panties.
�Please, Michael...I need...� she started to say, reaching for his mask before he effectively rendered her speechless by taking the initiative and quickly removing it himself, her pulse quickening as he snapped his eyes up to hers and gave her a look that was nothing if not predatory as he dropped it to the floor beside her.
What...what is he doing? What is he...he...oh my God...she thought weakly, her body quivering and her eyes going wide as he slowly smoothed his hands up her legs to hook his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, suddenly pushing her backwards on the bed only to quickly move forward and place himself between her outstretched legs.
He...can�t be serious...this...oh God...this is what...last night when I stopped him...he was going to...oh sweet Lord this can�t be happening...
Last night, she had managed to stop him from attempting this very act, convinced that she had not been ready for it. Now, trapped down here with him, a thrill shot through her as she realized that no matter what she did, no matter what she said, there was no way that she was going to stop him with what he was about to do to her. She was his, and he knew it.
Oh God...his eyes...she thought weakly, catching sight of them as she propped herself up on her forearms, grabbing fistfuls of the thin, worn bed sheet as she watched them darken until they appeared solid black, the look of stark possession in them unmistakable. I...I can't stop him...I...oh God, I don't want to...she thought dazedly, a wave of raw need flooding through her as he slowly slid the panties down her long legs, the feel of the soft material skimming over her skin only heightening the sensation before he pulled them off and dropped them to the floor.
Whimpering low in her throat and slowly closing her eyes as he wrapped his hands under and around her thighs and slowly slid her across the mattress towards him, all she could do was lay back, utterly surrendering herself to him as he teased his fingertips in gentle circles along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
�Michael...oh God, please...� she choked out, her thoughts scattered and her body tightening almost painfully as he lifted her legs and hooked them over his shoulders, holding her open and vulnerable as his hot breath puffed against her slick opening, his own breathing coming in slow, deep breaths while hers now came in quick soft pants.
Her entire body was trembling in anticipation as she waited for him to do something, anything as she dug her nails into the sheets clutched tight in her hands, another wave of heat pooling low in her body as she rubbed her cheek restlessly against the mattress. In the past, this was the act that she had always taken the most pleasure from, however, just the fact that it was him who was about to do it to her sent her senses reeling.
Remembering how he had capitalized on his discovery of a certain �sweet spot� of hers last night and had taken full advantage of it, not relenting until he had her screaming out her pleasure, she shivered as she realized that once he knew about this one, there would be no stopping him from again forcing the same reaction from her. And as she soon discovered, once Michael found something he liked, he was quite willing to take full advantage of it.
Just when she felt like she was about to snap, her entire world suddenly exploded in a whirlwind of sensation, her rough sob of pleasure breaking the silence of the room at the first gentle, hesitant touch of his tongue. Helplessly bucking her hips off the bed and straining against his grip until he was forced to tighten his arms around her and hold her down, tears tracked down her face as the pure erotic pleasure of what he was doing to her overwhelmed her senses. However, she soon found out that although she was already at his mercy, he was not about to let her have any say in what he was doing.
Every time he would flick his tongue against her and she would try to move, he would stop. Three more times he did this, tormenting her cruelly until she was sobbing, her body coiled so tightly that she felt like she was going to loose her mind any moment. He was torturing her, and she was helpless to stop him.
In a panic, she tried to sit up, Michael frightening her with his impossibly fast movement as he suddenly let her go, lunged forward, grabbed her by her upper arms and forced her back down on the mattress. When she saw his eyes flashing warningly, a thrill of fear ran down her spine and she immediately let her body go limp, showing him with body language that she would not fight him.
�...please...please...� she pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper as she willed herself to remain completely still; a faint, full body tremble being the only thing betraying the sensations rippling through her as Michael slowly moved back down her body and returned his mouth to her.
Arching her back on the bed and crying out as he tasted her with long, soft, slow strokes, a tear of relief slid down her face when he finally allowed her to slowly roll her hips in harmony with his movements, a quick gentle nip on her inner thigh letting her know that he would only permit her so much leeway.
Under the onslaught of so much pleasure, her whole world quickly narrowed down to just the feel of his hands on her and the gentle lapping of his tongue, a constant high keen coming now coming from her throat as she felt the wave of pleasure build to new heights. Quickly learning where to focus his attentions, he soon brought her hard and fast before she even had a chance to prepare herself, her body going rigid as the wave of pleasure slammed into her, the tunnels echoing her cry.
Jerking helplessly against his grip, his hands continued to hold her still and his mouth continued to work on her until she was begging him to stop, her body so unbearably sensitive that every additional sensation was almost painful.
�Please, please Michael, stop! I can�t take...it�s too much...oh God...� she whimpered, begging, another sob coming from her throat as he nearly brought her a second time before he slowly relented only to come to his feet and slowly slide onto the bed beside her, looking down at her with wide eyes.
Still too dazed by what he had just done, all she could do was lie there for a minute, his fingers tracing gentle lines down her face and along her jaw as she slowly opened her eyes, shivering when he dipped his head down and teased his teeth at her throat.
She was dumbfounded. She never could have imagined that he would have been able to do what he had just done to her, and the possibility that he had learned it just for her was enough to cause another tear to trail down her cheek as she tilted her face up and ran her lips along his jaw.
�That was...ohhhhh God...that was incredible...� she whimpered, feeling his body tremble at her words as she gently lapped at his throat, enjoying the faint salty taste of his skin. �I�ll never stop wanting you, Michael...never� she murmured in his ear, swallowing thickly as he gave a low, soft moan.
Shifting beside her, she sighed in pleasure as he slowly ran his hands along her body, trailing his fingers over her breasts, along the curve of her hip and smoothing over the series of small bruises that he had given her the first night, lingering on them until she covered his hand with her own.
�I have no regrets� she whispered, smiling as he gave a quick intake of breath when she nipped at his ear. �Please, Michael...I need you...I want you...� she moaned, running her tongue down the side of his neck and grazing her teeth against his shoulder �...please, take me the way you want...�
For a moment he remained motionless, his fingers stilling and his breathing gone quiet before he reached down, took her hands in his own and raised them above her head, waiting until she had wrapped them around the edge of the mattress before letting go. With wide eyes, she watched him reach between them and pull his already hard cock from the dark confines of his suit, a chill working through her body at the sight of it.
However, when she moved her hand off the edge of the mattress and reached out to touch it, he gave a low growl, his eyes flashing dangerously before she hastily returned it to the edge of the bed, gripping it tight enough for her knuckles to turn white. Well...I did tell him to �take me the way you want�...I guess...it�s a good thing I didn�t see any rope down here...rope...oh God...
Just the thought of Michael tying her up was enough to send her senses into overdrive, and given his apparent cruel nature when it came to teasing her, it was not hard for her to imagine him finding a use for such a thing. Oh good God...I just HAD to think of that at a time like this...she thought weakly, her body shivering in anticipation as he held himself above her, his hands reaching up to hold hers in place as he positioned the head of his cock right against her slick folds.
�Please...� was all she could think to say, her voice pleading as she wrapped her legs around his waist, tightening in an attempt to pull him to her.
Unfortunately, all she succeeded in doing was making him tighten his hands around hers until it was almost painful, his eyes fixing her with a look so dark that she felt the faintest thrill of fear move down her spine, which, for some reason, only aroused her even more. Oh God, I really am a thrill junkie...but...I guess...this is the limit of how far I can push him...she realized, quickly forcing her body to relax beneath him, her legs opening wide on either side of the mattress as she proved to him with body language that she would not fight him anymore.
The instant her body went limp, he loosened his grip on her wrists a little and closed his eyes, a deep sigh coming from him as she felt his body relax somewhat.
�Michael?� she said softly, waiting until he had opened his eyes and had locked them to hers, instantly recognizing the same open, trusting look she had seen in them last night. �I...meant what I said before, Michael...whatever you want to do to me...I want it...please...� she whispered, tilting her head up and running the tip of her tongue along his parted lips, enjoying the small noise he made in his throat. �...please...�
She knew that that was what he had been needing to hear, a shudder moving through both of them as he gently pushed just the head of his cock inside of her, his eyes opening wide as he gave her a look of pure hunger, pure need.
With one last deep breath, she turned her hands around and entwined her fingers with his own, her back arching and a cry tearing from her throat as he slid his entire swollen length into her with one smooth thrust. He filled her completely, stretching her with his size to the fine line between pleasure and pain, the two combining into one pure, intoxicating sensation that robbed her of breath as it rippled through her.
Without hesitating, he quickly built up a rhythm of slow, deep strokes, his head tilting down to bite gently at her neck as she once more wrapped her legs around his body, a high keen working past her lips as he pressed her harder against the mattress.
Very quickly, all that mattered were the sensations of his heated body moving inside hers and the feel of his teeth on her skin, but right now, in this moment, she did not want either gentle or tender. She knew that it was costing him something to be so careful with her, that the tension she could feel filling his body was a sign that he was holding back, that he was trying so hard not to hurt her, not to frighten her.
He was fighting his nature for her, but that was not what she wanted, and there was only way to let him know that. Tilting her head forward, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered exactly what she wanted him to do to her, his body going rigid as her words sank in.
�Michael, please...harder...I want you to take me like you did the first night before you realized you were hurting me...I...I want to you to take me until there�s nothing left, until all I can do is scream your name and hope that I survive it in one piece. Please, Michael...fuck me�
The instant the last word left her lips, all she had time to do was give a quick prayer for her sanity before he slammed into her, taking her at her word as he took her like an animal, untamed and uncontrolled. Throwing her head back and crying out as he finally let go, his breathing went ragged as he drove into her hard and fast, a rough, broken sound rattling in his throat until she could have sworn that he was desperately trying to say something to her, a sad keening coming from him as the sounds faltered, the words dying before they could form properly.
�It�s alright...I know...I know...� she sobbed, finding his eyes and praying that he saw in them what he needed to see.
Oh God...all this time...all along, I�ve known it...ever since he came back for me, I�ve known...she whimpered in her mind, finally admitting to herself what she had been so afraid to say. I...don�t know how this is possible, but I know it, deep inside, I know it...I know it�s true...
When he shuddered and buried his face in the curve of her neck, she knew in that moment that he had seen what he had needed to see in her eyes, that what he had seen had been a match for what he had tried to tell her. �I�ll never say no to you, Michael...never...� she whispered, giving a shuddering sigh as he continued to take her roughly just as she had asked of him.
At long last, all the of emotion that she had been holding back all this time broke free, her body shaking as she pulled her hands free from his grip and wrapped them around his shoulders, loosing herself in how she felt about him. I love him...oh God...I love him...she sighed in her mind, the wave of pleasure signaling her impending release building to staggering proportions until she could barely stand it.
However, if she had thought that this was about as much as she could take, as much as he could give her, she was sadly mistaken. Using what he had learned last night, Michael suddenly slid forward, changed the angle of his hips and found that same bundle of exquisitely sensitive nerves deep within her, but this time, as she soon found out, he had taken what she had said to him quite literally.
When she threw her head back and screamed out her pleasure, his name on her lips, he continued to pound into her, not slowing down or giving her a chance to recover as he quickly brought another near-painful wave of pleasure slamming down on her. In her frantic state, she half-heartedly begged and pleaded with to stop, her panicked voice soon turning into another broken wail as wall upon wall of pure sensation slammed into her, his pace never slowing until he himself came with a rough cry that nearly drowned out her own.
Holding his body possessively above hers as they both continued to shiver in the aftershocks, she gave one last low moan as he slowly pulled out of her and collapsed onto his side, her arms falling to her sides limply as he reached for her. With sheer exhaustion pulling her down towards sleep, the last thing she felt were Michael�s arms wrapping around her and holding her to him before she let it drag her under. She was in his arms, and she knew that she was safe.
She awoke sometime in the middle of the night, disoriented and shivering, and, for a minute, had no idea where she was. Slowly opening her eyes, however, all that had happened to her came flooding back to her as she took in the sight of Michael�s face, his features softened and relaxed by sleep.
Laying on her right side with her head resting on his outstretched arm, her lips were a mere inch from his and her arms were folded against his chest as she picked up his even, deep breathing, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he slept.
He...stayed...he stayed...was all she could think of as a small smile graced her lips, slowly, carefully sliding her hand up and lightly stroking her index finger along his parted lips.
When he did not wake, she traced it traced it along his jaw and up the side of his face, feeling just the faintest traces of stubble and grinning as she imagined him using the butcher knife to shave. Stilling as she felt his jaw tense for a brief moment, she relaxed when he did not wake, and not wanting to test her luck, closed her eyes and slowly brought her hand back against is chest.
He trusts me enough to sleep next to me...oh God...if that doesn�t mean something...she marveled, slowly opening her eyes and jumping a little when she discovered that he was awake, his dark eyes open and searching her own.
I guess he�s a light sleeper...she thought with a contented sigh, thrilled beyond words that for the first time she had not awoken alone. �Last night was...perfect...� she breathed, reaching back up and cupping his face in her hand �...but...I think that I�m gonna need a day or so to recover...� said with a wry smile, running her fingers along the raised edge of an old scar that ran along his temple.
Unfortunately, when his body grew still and he closed his eyes, trying to turn his head away from her, a horrible sinking feeling replaced all the happiness that she felt. Oh God...something's wrong...she thought numbly as she sat up and leaned over him, making him look at her.
"You are coming back...aren't you?" she asked quietly, her breath dying in her throat and her heart sinking when she saw the glint of sadness in his eyes, that same deep hurt that she had seen in them the night before. "Michael...please...oh God, I wish you could tell me what�s wrong...� she whispered, feeling a small amount of panic forming over just the prospect of him leaving again and never coming back.
Ducking out of the way when he sat up and reached over her head, plucking the newspaper clipping off of the wall and handing it to her, she took it from him and read the entire article before handing it back, confusion filling her mind.
"I know, this is Laurie, your sister...but...she's locked away where no one can get to her. What does this have to do with..." she started to ask before it hit her.
He's...been gone, missing for two years...he...oh God...it wasn't Laurie he was looking for...
It all made sense. She was right, Laurie was locked up where no one could get to her, not even Michael. John, however, he and his girlfriend Molly and left Haddonfield, ran away when it was discovered that the man his mother Laurie had killed had not been his uncle Michael. They knew he had escaped, and no one had heard of them since. They were hiding from him, and he had been hunting them down all this time.
"You're...looking for John, aren't you?" she asked slowly, already knowing the answer, the small jerk Michael gave at the mention of the name confirming her worst fears. "But...why? What's so important that you kill him? Why after all this time did you come back here if you�ve been looking for..." she demanded, her heart racing as she tried to come up with an answer herself before she realized that she would never be able to understand his motives.
She knew that if he had been gone for two whole years hunting him, he would never stop until he got what he wanted. Until John was dead at his hands, she knew somehow that he would never stay. Not even for her. He had spent too much time hunting down the surviving members of his family to stop now.
"How long...how much time...until you leave?" she asked, unshed tears blurring her vision as he lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze as she felt hopelessness spread through her.
When he tilted his head, staring at the pale moonlight filtering through the manhole cover in the ceiling not far from the bed, the first tear slid down her cheek. "You...won't be here when I wake up, will you?" she asked, her voice cracking as he looked back at her, his pain-filled eyes giving her his answer.
Unable to take the look in his eyes anymore, she buried her face against his chest, her hot tears stinging her eyes. Her shoulders shook as the reality that he was leaving washed over her, she knew that there was nothing she could do or say to stop him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her body against his, holding her tight until she did not have the strength left in her to cry anymore. He was leaving her, and her heart was breaking.
She did not know how much time had passed, simply laying there and wishing that she could preserve the moment forever before she felt him move, the soft brush of cool cotton against her chilled naked skin telling her that he was covering her with the bed sheet to keep her warm as she had begun to shiver again. She was just about to open her eyes and futilely ask him to stay when she felt something brush softly against her lips, and, opening her eyes, was completely, utterly stunned to realize that he was kissing her.
With his eyes closed, Michael�s lips were pressed softly against hers, and before she had a chance to react she suddenly found herself pulled on top of him, her long hair forming a halo around him as he gently lathed her bottom lip with his tongue. Completely taken aback by his sudden and completely unexpected action, for a moment, all she could do was lay there on top of him, staring at him with disbelieving eyes until she gave a low, soft moan and kissed him back.
Once again he proved to be a fast learner, quickly robbing her of breath as he nipped tenderly at her bottom lip, following her lead until she could have sworn that he had known what to do all along. The knowledge that he was leaving in the morning was pushed to the back of her mind for the moment as she savored the time they had left until then, branding the memory of what they had shared over the last three days into her consciousness.
Eventually pulling back, placing her hands on his chest and meeting her eyes to his, she took a deep breath as she prepared herself to ask him the one question that she both feared and needed to ask.
�Michael...� she started, trying and failing to keep the note of sadness from her voice as he lifted his hands and ran his fingers lightly over her body, lingering on her breasts as he cupped them in his hands, his thumbs circling the nipples until they hardened under his attentions. �...Michael...will you come back for me?�
She had not expected him to open his mouth and give her an answer, but when he sat up in the bed and slid her into his lap, his arms wrapping around her shoulders before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips, she knew that he had just given her one.
�Promise?� she asked, her voice quavering, trembling when he gave her yet another gentle kiss.
With those simple gestures, she knew that she had her answer. In that one moment, she knew beyond a doubt that he would be coming back. He would keep his promise, and she would hold him to it.
�I�ll wait for you...as long as it takes...� she whispered as she slowly slid back down beside him, sighing contentedly when he curled his body around hers and pulled her head under his chin.
Slowly stroking her hair until she drifted off to sleep, her last words to him were mumbled out in a semi-conscious state, but she knew that he heard them nonetheless. �I love you.�
The next time she woke up, pale morning sunlight was streaming through the holes in the manhole covers, and sitting up only to find herself alone in the room, the mattress beside herself cool to the touch, she knew that he was gone. Collecting her scattered clothing and getting dressed in the dim light, she was strangely calm as she made her way back down the tunnel, up the ladder and back into the garage. Making sure that no one was around, she slowly made her way back home, collapsed onto her bed and wept.
The first few weeks passed torturously slow, nights spent perched on her windowsill watching for him in the shadows left her only to crawl into bed exhausted when the first rays of sunlight streaked across the night sky. She lost weight and her grades suffered. Her parents, when they came to visit, kept pressing her to tell them what was wrong, and even tried to get Jenna to push her into getting some kind of counseling.
She never said a word to anyone about what was wrong, and it was only until the middle of January that she woke up, literally and figuratively and gave herself a mental slap in the face. She was wasting her life away pining for him as if she had lost him forever, and that was not the state she wanted him to find her in when he came back. Over the next couple of weeks, she turned her life around, gained back all the weight she had lost, pulled her grades up out of the gutter and found happiness once more.
In July, she and Jenna went on a trip to Colorado and on their last day there while walking through one of the less savory parts of town at night, a man with a gun attacked them and demanded all that they had. Fortunately, he lost his nerve at the last moment and they managed to escape and report what had happened to the local police station.
When they returned home, they turned on the television only to learn that the man that had tried to rob them had been found brutally murdered, his body impaled to a tree in the local park with a butcher knife, and that he had been stabbed an estimated thirty-seven times. The police had no leads, but deep down she knew that somehow she and Michael�s paths had crossed, and that he had been watching out for her. Just the knowledge that he was alive, albeit still hunting John and Molly was enough to keep her strong.
In September, she learned that an internet reality show was planning to send a group of people with cameras into his house to try to figure out what had led him to kill his family, and had literally forced both Jenna and the Laquois brothers to sign up with her for the competition.
When she learned that their team had been passed up for a group of friends at the university, she had spent the rest of the week in a rage, snapping at anyone that had the misfortune of mentioning anything about either �Dangertainment� or �Freddie Harris� in her presence. On October 31st, unable to watch the chosen group of students roam about his house and poke into things they had no right touching, she locked herself in her house and went to bed early, feeling hopeless and miserable that Halloween was about to pass her by with no sign of him.
Just after midnight, she was woken up by the wailing of sirens, and tearing to her window, just made out the orange glow and billowing black smoke of a raging fire in the distance. A fire she knew could only be coming from one house. His house. In a panic, she tugged on her clothes and ran the entire way on foot, making it there in time for the firefighters to have extinguished the last of the flames that had destroyed the garage right down to the last beam.
Frantically questioning anyone who would talk to her in the large group of milling spectators, she learned that the group of students that had been filming in the house had been brutally murdered one by one, and that they believed that the real Michael Myers had killed them. They told her that only one student and the owner of the company that had sent them into the house in the first place had survived, and that all the others had died with everyone thinking it had been a sick joke or a publicity stunt, but she knew the truth.
However, any happiness or joy that she might have had was instantly destroyed as she watched the paramedics wheel out of the smoking ruins a black body bag on a stretcher. When the bag was opened at the request of one of the two apparent survivors, an agonized scream of grief and loss tore from her throat when she saw the blackened, half-melted white mask and the burnt navy mechanic�s uniform.
Tearing free from the arms of someone that asked her if she knew one of the victims, she ran back home and screamed out all her pain at the world, collapsing to the carpet in her room and crying herself to sleep as she realized that he was gone, and that he would never be coming back for her.
She woke up just after two o�clock in the morning to the incessant ringing of her phone, and answered it only to hear Jenna�s frantic voice telling her that it was all over the news that all the staff at the Haddonfield General Hospital had been murdered by an apparent serial killer.
Letting the phone drop to the carpet, her entire body shook as she slowly came to her feet, the skin-crawling feeling that she was not alone in the room making her slowly turn around, the breath dying in her throat as she took in the sight of the familiar dark figure standing in her doorway.
He had kept his promise.
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Well? What do you think? Did I do ok...? I certainly had fun, and my only regret is that�s it�s over too soon. Well...you never know what I�ll do next...HEY! I do have a newfound infatuation with Jason Voorhees...hmmm...possibilities...
Notes of interest:
1) Ranch Pringles. A friend of mine and I were joking around one night, and either she or I suggested that Mikey might be a junk food addict. I told her that I could imagine him naked, stretched out on a bed and surrounded in a halo of ranch flavored Pringle chip crumbs. And ladies, his fingers would NOT be the only thing that would be ranch flavored...
2) I gave Kat a 77� Yellow Camaro not only because the Autobot Bumblebee transforms into one in the new Transformers movie (and he just happens to be sexy), but I knew that Mikey would love it! He seems to have a thing for classic cars, doesn�t he?
3) Yes, I imagine Mikey WOULD kill any �drunken frat boys� that would even think of laying a hand on Kat in the most painful ways. Go Mikey!
4) When Jenna threatens to chain Kat�s �prospective boyfriend� at the bottom of the local lake with a big rock, that is a direct reference to how Jason Voorhees is defeated in the 6th Friday The 13th movie. In that movie, Jason just happens to have a mighty fine ass, if I do say so myself...
5) When Kat is waiting to go to the Laquois brothers residence, the movie she is watching is �The Thing�, the same movie the two kids were watching in the first Halloween movie.
6) When I put �handing out fistfuls of candy to kids dressed up as ninjas, zombies and ghosts�, I was referring to the three �boys�, Mikey representing the ninja, Jason representing the zombie and Freddy representing the ghost. Silly, I know, but it amuses me!
7) The cop�s names I played with too, �Lachlan� is the last name of the actor who played �Stubbs� the cop in the Freddy Vs. Jason movie, �Cooper� is the last name of one of the girls at my work, and �Wilson� and �Wade� refer to �Wade Wilson�, aka. Deadpool, a Marvel Comics character that a friend of mine loves.
8) Yes, when I saw the Halloween: Resurrection movie and learned that he has been eating the rats, I just HAD to get her into his room if only to get her reaction to their remains and to the doll he has on his bed. I�ve said it before, folks, Mikey IS a little creepy, isn�t he?
9) Yes, I did had fun having Kat notice the doll and think �Oh boy...I�d hate to meet the freaky little kid that did this...�
10) And finally, yes, I imagine that Mikey WOULD take FULL advantage of every delicious little thing to drive Kat out of her mind...naughty Mikey...
ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I WILL do a final and last chapter...I will bow to the adoring fans, and let Mikey have another go at Kat...I can't say when it'll be done, but lemme tell you, it's gonna be...kinky to say the least!
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