(Your POV)

Michael.

You couldn't stop thinking about him, the kiss you shared sent sparks and shivers running up and down your body. You had never felt this way about someone before, it felt as if every time you saw him that you would melt. Your face felt warm and you knew that it must be obvious you were blushing.

As you watched him silently clean up the spilled blood, you remembered what you wanted to say to him in the first place.

You briskly waked over to Michael, as he noticed you he finished up mopping the blood and placed the mop back into the bucket. You stepped up to him quickly grabbing his hand, you could feel your face flushing an even deeper red.

You took a deep breathe, although you both had just shared an intimate moment together he still sent butterflies through you. You finally looked up at him,

"Michael, I am yours."

Silence entered the room, not an uncomfortable silence, a silence that made you feel safe. Michael looked down at you, of course you couldn't see his eyes through his mask but you knew that he was looking at you. You quickly found your mind wandering to wondering what his eyes looked like, what color they were, what they looked like in the sun.

As you both stood there in silence Michael pulled you into him.

It was a soft embrace, almost feeling needy you pulled yourself further into him. You held him so closely you could feel his body through his jumpsuit. You continued to hold him as he wrapped himself around you protectively. You wanted to stay like this forever.

Suddenly, Michael's body tensed, you were close enough to feel it, his body felt different from how it was before, you moved your head up to look at him.

His arms were still wrapped around you protectively, almost tighter now. He was looking towards the front of the house, the door specifically.

"Michael wh-"

Michael put his hand over your mouth, he covered it enough to make you stop talking while still being able to breathe. You looked up at him, his face scanning the area. You could tell that he was listening, for what you didn't know.

Suddenly you heard it,

A car.

It sounded close almost as if it was pulling up to the house. Just as you heard it Michael started moving backwards towards the stairs puling you with him.

You wanted to ask what was going on, but Michael kept your mouth covered. You knew that the car was no good, it meant that someone was preparing to come into the house.

What you didn't understand, however, was why Michael was being defensive. If it was just a few people Michael should be able to take care of them immediately.

So why was he pulling you away towards the back of the house?

You so desperately wanted to ask Michael what was going on, you considered trying to pry off Michael's hand from your mouth, but you knew that you were no match for his strength.

As he pulled you back you could hear someone opening and closing the car door. They were very loud, either they weren't afraid of Michael's house or they didn't know what it was. Almost everyone in town knew of the Myers house, and no one came here alone, and yet. You didn't hear people talking or chatting, it was almost too silent.

The silence that stretched through the house was nerve wracking, you and Michael knew that there was somebody outside, but they didn't know you both were inside.

Michael had pulled you into the kitchen doorway, over halfway to the back door. He obviously was trying to leave quickly and quietly without confrontation. You glanced up at him, his mask seemed stone cold, the man who had just given you comfort sent shivers down your spine.

It was so easy to forget how dangerous Michael is.

Finally you heard the front door open, a prolonged creaking noise that echoed through the house. The sudden sound made your nerves stand on edge.

The silence that followed made your ears almost ring, straining hard to find any source of sound. No sounds followed the creaking of the front door, you didn't know if perhaps they hadn't come inside yet or they were being just as quiet and sneaky as Michael was.

Michael's movements made no sound on the old floors, which had cracked and decayed over years of being unused. A lot of the boards had pieces sticking up making walking on them normally hard enough but walking backwards while Michael held onto you protectively was almost impossible. You had no way to look behind you or check to see what was coming.

You feared that you would be the one to make the first noise.

As soon as the thought passed through your head the next step you took caused you to loose your footing on a board that was sticking out from the ground.

You tried reaching out to Michael but couldn't turn around in time, you tried to brace yourself but fell hard to the ground, making a loud thump.

The wood was hard and cold as you hit the ground, you shut your eyes squeezing them tightly as you felt the fall. The sound resonated though the house, making you recoil, once you hit the ground you quickly looked up at Michael. He was staring straight ahead at the entrance.

The floor hurt, but you refused to call out or make a sound, and you didn't dare move after the loud noise you had made.

The silence stretched on throughout the house, neither you nor Michael wanted to break the silence, especially if there was someone in the house.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting footsteps echoed through the house , followed by a voice.

"Hello? Is there anyone in here?"

The voice sent shivers down my spine, he wasn't supposed to be in here. No one came to the Myers house alone, even during the day.

You quickly shuffled across the floor moving closer to Michael until you backed up against his leg. You stared up at him, his mask was still facing straight forward at the door where the voice had come from. I quickly shuffled on the floor and started standing up to move behind him but before I could finish moving Michael quickly grabbed your arm and tugged you to your feet.

Michael pulled you up and back, one arm across your body holding tightly onto you as he pressed you into his own body.

You gasped at the sudden and aggressive movement, as Michael tugged you up you heard the mans voice again, this time closer.

"Michael..."

You turned and looked in the direction of the voice, a man was standing at the other end of the hallway looking directly at you and Michael.

When Michael noticed the man standing there he tugged on you more, drawing you into him further. You wanted to ask Michael what this man was doing here but before you could move your head you felt a cold, sharp object on your neck.

You didn't dare move your head, but you shifted your eyes as much as you could to see the object on your neck.

It was a knife.

The first emotion to pass through you was confusion, then betrayal, then sadness. Was Michael really wiling to use your life for his against this man?

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

You looked back up at the man across the room.

The man stepped into the room slowly and Michael reacted by holding onto you tighter and pulling you closer to him, the knife still on your neck.

"Michael..." The man repeated his call to Michael again and in response you felt Michael tense up even further. "Michael, you don't want to do this." The man took another small step closer but Michael didn't move.

You quickly wondered how these men knew each other, the seemed to be at the other ends of the spectrum.

As the man stepped further into the room you could clearly see him for the first time.

He was an older man clearly in his late 50's early 60's. His hair was almost completely grey and was slightly balding.

He wore a brown suit with a dark tie and white undershirt, he dressed like a businessman but something felt off about him.

He gave off a completely different feeling from Michael.

At the thought of Michael you were thrust back into the situation you were in, Michael with the knife to your throat and this man slowly and purposefully approaching you.

The man took another step forward, "Michael, let her go."

The man spoke to Michael softly, almost as if he thought Michael a child. You felt odd about his tone of voice, especially one of quiet and almost sympathy.

You could feel how tense Michael was.

You wanted to call out to Michael, to ask him what was going on, to...

comfort him.

You wanted so badly to hold Michael, you were scared and you knew that he was too. After seeing Michael's reactions with other victims and his reactions to this man it was obvious that they had history.

History that made Michael hesitate to attack him.

The man took another step forward, keeping his eyes trained on Michael's mask.

Michael pulled the knife closer to your throat, the blade beginning to cut the skin, which in turn made your breath hitch in your throat.

Was Michael actually going to hurt you?

At the sound of your breath the man seemed to finally notice you.

He looked from you to Michael and back, a a sad look on his face. This man was a threat to both of you, it was obvious with the reaction Michael gave off, but there was nothing you could do. Michael never wavered with the knife to your throat, his hand steady.

The man looked at Michael, studying his mask for a moment before fully turning his attention to you.

"Hello miss, I am Dr. Samuel Loomis, I work as a Psychiatrist at Warren County Smiths Grove Sanitarium."

Another step forward, Michael tensed further.

"I've worked there as Michael's psychiatrist since he was six."

Psychiatrist?

You were shocked, Michael's psychiatrist had come all the way out here to the Myers house just to find Michael. He must either be extremely dedicated to his work, or he knows that Michael is a threat.

"I'm here to help you."

Another step.

"I'm going to get you out of here, don't panic."

You slowly become aware of the gravity of the situation.

Dr. Loomis thought that Michael was holding you hostage.

You wanted so desperately to tell this man that everything was fine, that you knew Michael wasn't going to hurt you, but with the knife to your throat you were unsure if that was really true.

You tried looking up at Michael but were still constricted by Michael's arm on your torso and the knife to your throat.

The thought of the knife on your neck made you squirm.

Suddenly before you knew what was happening the sound of gunshots echoed through the house. You recoiled into yourself holding your head in your arms at the loud noise.

You paused.

Your arms were free.

You quickly moved your hands up to your throat, the knife missing from the position it was previously in.

Looking up you saw Dr. Loomis standing there, gun in hand, trained above your head. His breathing was hard and heavy.

You swung your head to look behind you and screamed.

Michael laid on the floor, the knife thrown from his hand and blood seeping out of a gunshot wound to his upper chest.

You made a move to run over to Michael, but Dr. Loomis caught you, he held onto you strongly, pulling you back and away from Micheal. Tears streaming down your face.

"What did you do?" You cried, your sobs almost muffling any other sound.

"Michael was evil," Dr. Loomis replied, "This was the most humane way to end this."

You stared at Michael's body, finally falling to the floor, sobs wracked your body making you shake.

Dr. Loomis knelt down next to you for a moment. He put one hand on your shoulder and spoke softly to you.

"I met Michael as this six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes, the Devil's eyes."

He paused and shifted his gaze over to Michael, "I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up, because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply evil."

You refused to believe what Dr. Loomis had said. Michael had helped you, had protected you, even if not at first. He wasn't a monster.

Your mind wandered back to the knife he held to your throat.

Or maybe he was.

Dr. Loomis gripped your shoulder tighter, as he pulled you up and turned you around, forcefully guiding you out of the house and away from Michael.

You both stepped outside, Dr. Loomis leading you towards his car. His grip tightened.

You winced in pain, "Wait, what are you doing?" you asked.

Dr. Loomis didn't respond but rather hurried you faster towards his car.

"No, wait! Stop please!" you pleaded with Dr. Loomis but he made no response back at you, his gaze fixed straight forward.

You began to squirm and struggle in his grasp, attempting to get away.

His grip was surprisingly strong and as you finally began to worm your way out of his grasp Dr. Loomis stopped turned to you.

You were confused as to why he stopped, but before you could ask him you felt a sharp pain to your head and instantly drifted off into unconsciousness.

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