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Michael stood completely still, per usual.

He was stationed directly in front of his cell door, staring out of the small window to watch anyone that may have walked by on occasion.

The sanitarium was going to bring out the patients for dinner fairly soon.

Michael tilted his head slowly at the thought, his mind wandering to the many possibilities that could unfold if things went as planned.

He inhaled slowly, inhumanly patient.

Waiting for the perfect time to strike.

He was pulled out of his bland thoughts when the sound of keys clattering against his door echoed into his room.

James, the guard from earlier, pulled the door open and jumped back in surprise when he was met with the presence of Michael directly in front of him.

"Shit!" James placed his hand against his chest, regaining his composure. "You scared the ever loving hell outta me," he informed, not that Michael didn't already know.

"You must be hungry. Perfect." James finished speaking and swiftly cuffed Michael's wrists before pulling him out of his room and into the hall.

James glanced up at Michael, seeing as Michael was so much taller than him. The shorter man attempted to make conversation with the silent killer, "So, you wanna know what we've got for dinner tonight?" He asked, tilting his head nervously.

Michael breathed out slowly, looking down at James whilst they walked. His expression unreadable from under his mask, which left James even more unnerved than before.

"Okay," James mumbled and looked forward, his grip on Michael's chains tightening a bit, "Well, you're gonna get some mashed potatoes, maybe some gravy. Also some milk and chicken- sorry if your vegetarian." He joked, his voice trembling slightly.

He looked up at Michael once again, swallowing hard when he realized Michael was still staring down at him.

"So I heard you like to watch people?" James continued, trying his best to fill the silence.

He bit his tongue and shook his head, "It's hard walking around with you without another person to do it with." James confessed, ashamed in his jumpy behavior.

Michael breathed steadily as a response, his shoulders rising and falling slowly.

"Um... Anyways... How're you doing now that your little friend is gone? You miss her?" James asked, looking back at Michael, only to be met with Michael swiftly raising his hands and wrapping them around Jame's neck. He quickly lifted the shorter male from his feet and slammed him into the wall.

James became frantic almost immediately, his eyes grew wide and his hands released Michael's chains and moved to the large males hands, attempting to loosen Michael's grip around his neck.

"Mi-Michael!-" James managed to choke out as the air began to leave his lungs.

Michael's grip proceeded to tighten, his eyes narrowing from beneath his mask as he watched the life leave the guards face.

After another moment of choking James, Michael swiftly twisted the smaller mans neck, listening silently to the sound of snapping bones.

The killer slowly released Jame's now dead body, allowing it so slowly slink to the floor and rest against the wall limply.

Michael took in a deep breath before exhaling in relief. He rolled his shoulders and sighed, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over his body, that itch to kill being satisfied for the moment.

Michael proceeded to look down at his still chained wrists, he tilted his head before glancing down at the corpse in front of him.

He kneeled down, his hands moving to take hold of the dead guards keys that clung to his belt loop. He examined each key before deciding on which one was for his hand cuffs.

He placed the key into his cuffs and eventually released himself from his shackles.

He rose to his feet and twiddled his fingers, feeling a hint of freedom.

He looked around the hallway, seeing as it was empty, he made his way towards one of the rooms that belonged to a fellow patient at the sanitarium, the collection of keys still in his hand.

The tall man peered into the room, managing to catch a glimpse of a young woman in white clothing resting on her bed.

Michael blinked slowly before fiddling with the collection of keys and finding the right one that belonged to the door.

He carefully unlocked the girls room and pulled the door open. He slipped into the doorway ever so delicately, his eyes wandering around the small room before falling on the sleeping females frame.

The killer made his way towards her bed and slouched forward, his shadow washing over the unaware patient before him.

Slowly, Michael extended his hand toward her before grabbing her by her arm and yanking her from her bed- awaking her from her slumber.

The female let out a cry before Michael pulled her to her feet and clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her. He wrapped his free hand around her waist to hold her in place before spinning around to show her that the door was open and she could escape.

He waited a moment, allowing the girl to calm down before releasing her and mindlessly shoving her forward.

He watched as she hurried out of the room before exiting soon after and making his way to the rest of the rooms that were stationed along the narrow hallway.

He unlocked the doors, woke up any sleeping patients, and freed them from their lonesome rooms.

He made his way into the hallway once again, watching as patients slipped from their rooms and ran past him in an attempt to escape the sanitarium.

He knew what was coming, as he narrowed his eyes on the cameras that sat on the ceiling, watching the crowd of mentally unstable patients rush by whilst he stood completely still in the middle of it all.

He closed his eyes and counted down in his head, waiting for the shouts of pain to begin.

3...

2...

1...

Guards had come flooding into the hallway only a moment later, batons in hand so that they could manage the fleeing patients.

Michael quickly began walking, pushing past the smaller patients and making his way towards the guards as they began to whack the weaponless people with their batons, knocking them to the ground.

Michael jerked forward, grabbing a guards baton and snatching it from his hands.

He took a step back and tilted his head at the guard, the eye contact clearly sending the guard into a panic.

"Myers is out! Myers is out!" The man shouted, retreating into the crowd and repeating his statement to as many guards as he could.

Soon enough, a siren began to wale throughout the building, causing a panic among the patients that surrounded Michael.

Clearly Mike would have to lead the way, these people were too incompetent to figure out where to go.

Michael dropped the stolen baton onto the floor and pushed passed the crowd of ill patients, mowing down any guards in the process and staining his white clothing with their blood.

He snapped necks, slammed heads into walls, he did what he had to do.

Eventually, the weak patients began to follow Michael down the long corridors, shouting over the sirens.

Michael marched forward, turning down hallways and walking down stairs until he found the main entrance of the sanitarium.

There at the reception desk stood a young woman, her eyes wide and full of panic.

Michael watched her quietly, only to be distracted by a patient rushing towards the fearful girl, malicious intent visible in his eyes.

Michael narrowed his eyes and watched curiously as the odd patient laughed hysterically, his hands reaching the nurse and grabbing at her white top, pulling at her and pushing her to the floor when she attempted to fight back.

The patient proceeded to kick the innocent nurse in her stomach before forcing her to her feet once again and pinning her to the desk with his body.

Michael wasn't a fan of this patients attack, and made his way towards the desk, quickly grabbing the smaller male by the back collar of his shirt and throwing him off of the girl. He shoved the insane patient to the ground and stared down at him, pressing his foot onto his chest with a low huff.

He tilted his head at the struggling male before quickly lifting his leg and stomping his foot against the patients head and crushing it against the ground.

He repeated this at least three more times, progressively, blood began to spread across the ground, and the recently harassed nurse's screams grew louder until she decided to run away from the current room Michael and the patients filled.

After a moment, Michael took a step back and admired his most recent kill.

He wondered how Y/n would feel about his big escape if she were with him.

That face she made whenever he came near her, or got into trouble to keep guards away from her.

He could imagine that for sure.

Michael quickly stopped himself from thinking too much about Y/n, after all, he was in a bit of a serious situation at the moment.

He spun around a moment later to examine the faces of the inhabitants of the sanitarium before making his way towards the doors of the building.

He stared at the door for a moment before pushing it open and marching outside.

He stood at the exterior of the building and watched as the mental patients filtered out of the asylum and flooded the courtyard.

Eventually, the tall killer began wandering around the yard, waiting for something to happen, anything that could get him away from the rest of the sanitarium inhabitants without them following him.

As time passed, Michael's patience did not seem to wither.

And soon enough, the glow of headlights erupted into Michael's view, triggering him to inch towards the road without being noticed.

As the vehicle neared the gate of the sanitarium, the people who sat in the car became clear to Michael.

His doctor, Samuel Loomis and a pretty little nurse.

He waited another moment in the darkness as Loomis exited the vehicle and made his way to the gate, leaving the young woman completely exposed to Michael's attack.

And so- Michael stepped forward, and made his final escape from the asylum.