"Awww, they're so cute ~!"the (H/c) haired girl cooed, holding one of Michael's pet rats. The blonde boy smiled6, feeling pride in his pets and the fact that his friend didn't think they were creepy. "How many do you have? " She asked, carefully petting the small rodent in her arms. The rat it's self was being very calm, happily accepting the attention from the stranger.

"Four. " He answered her, reaching to take back the rat in her arms. She didn't fuss over it, despite how much she still wished to hold the small creature. "Elvis is my favorite." He added, heading set favorite rat before putting him back into his cage. The younger girl smiled looking at the shy rodents in their cages, their cute little nose is twitching, making their whiskers swaying so adorabley back and forth.

"They look happy." She smiled, gently touching the side of the cage, making Elvis come up to her, seeking more attention from her if it was possible.

"I take good care of them." Michael smiled, watching both her and his pets.

"Michael, your ass better be in the house or else I'm locking you out and telling Mom you ran away!" The sudden statement, from Judith, made both kids jump slightly. She had just gotten home and had no clue (Y/n) was in the house. The (h/c) girl had never met Michael's older sister, she just heard Michael say how much he hated her one time. From that alone , the younger girl didn't like the rude teenager. "Michael?!" Judith called, walking up the steps. Each step was incredibly loud and simply filled to the brim with teenage angst. The blonde boy put himself in between his friend than the half-open door. The brunette teen pushed open the door at such force that it hit the wall, although not enough to break it. "Oh? What's this? You finally got a little girlfriend, Michael?" She put her hands on hips looking down two kids with disgust. The younger girl took a step closer to Michael, trying to use him as a shield from his older sister's hateful stare.

"She's not my girlfriend." Michael glared at her with deadly intent, but the team rolls her eyes ignoring it.

"Yeah, sure she's not. What were you two doing anyways? Making out, huh?" She teased, putting on some kind of disgusted mock tone. She was going to talk having boys come 'visit' her anytime their mom was going to work in the evenings.

"Shut up. " the boy huffed, grabbing his friends hand and walking past Judith. "Oh Mikey,oh Mikey, oh Mikey~!" Judith half screamed, while the kids walk down the stairs. She laughed walking into her own room.

"I hate her." Michael ground lightly, seething with rage and how his lewd sister acted. His friend whined a little, making him stop. He look back at her and she was frowning

"I hate her too." A week smile graced her face, if only for a moment. The girl hugged him, and that made him smile, helping to calm the boiling sea of rage that lurked inside him. "I'll see you tomorrow." She let go of him and walked out the door.

"Bye, (y/n)." he waved her goodbye and she did the same.

(side note; I had a difficult time keeping track of who was Kendal or Noel in the film. So please read based on context. I tried damn it.)

Quiet footsteps treaded down the empty Halls. The two guards responsible for a well known serial killer, Ishmael, a very kind guard who had worked at the sanatorium for years and Kendall a hotshot idiot who was doing nothing but talking trash, like an uncultured redneck, were tasked today with bringing the killer to his 'appointment' with Dr Loomis. "I retire in about 3 months and you're still going to be here for a long time." Ishmael stated plainly, finally choosing to cut off the foolish guard's nonsensical ramblings. "Now open the door." He ordered in a calm down.

"I don't take orders from anybody. Kendall muttered under his breath like a bratty child, saying the last piece is he went to open the heavy cell door. The fool clapped his hands and barked out a rude insult to the man inside the cell, not taking much time to notice the numerous masks hanging off the walls and dangling from the pipes that came through the room. Ishmael walked inside past Kendall to get to the silent male, who was working on a paper mache mask. Kendall looked around and finally saw the masks decorating the room. He looked to the masks to his right and decided to grab one to inspect it more closely.

"Hey, Mikey. How are you doing?" Ishmael politely asked, dispite knowing he wouldn't get an answer from the tall male. The kindly guard had the sense to see what the newbie was up to, due to his unnatural silence. "HEY! Don't touch those!"

"What?" Kendall asked turning his hand towards Ishmael with a look of confusion.

"He doesn't like it when you touch the masks." the kindly guard explained, gently placing a hand on Michael's shoulder, making the killer stand up without a fuss.

"God damn, I wouldn't wonna bum the freak out. " The idiot guard declared, not giving a damn. Ishmael only shock his head turning back to Michael who was watching them in dead silence.

"Sorry about these chains, Mikey."Ishmael carried on with procedure, ensuring the chains and cuffs were secure.

"Whadya mean 'sorry these chains'?Whadya got feelings for this big idiot, is that what it is?"Once more Kendall tried to undercut Ishmael. "What the digs goin' on, Ishmael? What the fuck man? " (*sigh* an hour if my life spent with this movie on, puasing constantly with subtitles on... For this... Only this.... *longer sigh*)

"You know what? I've been taking care of this kid almost twenty years. " Ishmael began to explain. "And him and me -" he hesitated for a second"You know what man, just never mind, Shut up! Just keep your hands off his things. " he huffed, getting frustrated with this punks attitude not feeling like he needed to explain himse6, especially since he wouldn't even care.

All of this happened with the silent killer observing them closely. His attention was more focused on the new guard, as his obvious carelessness would be useful to Michael. He could see every opportunity to escape coming to fruition through this man. Even as he went on and on with empty threats and tough talk, nothing went through Michaels mind except how to kill him the moment that it was just the two of them. However as The tale male was thinking, Kendall spotted and commented on a picture that was hanging on the back wall. That pried Michael from his planning. Kendall asked Ishmael why the 'freak' even had a picture of a teenaged girl in his room, continuing on a laundry list of lewd comments about her, how hot she'd be now, so on and so forth. He 'insulted' The killer saying that he was likely a 'Faggot' (I feel sick having to write this... But at least I can kill Kendall and Noel.) and all other manor of things while ignoring Ishmael's suggestions to shut up about the picture.

The insults didn't matter to Michael, however the lewd remarks about the girl was what stirred his rage. The girl was his best friend. Saying even half of what Kendall said would be unacceptable to listen to, just about a girl who wasn't important to him, but about her... Oh he wanted to make Kendall's death slow and painful. And even then, death wasn't a good enough punishment, but it would be all Michael could do to rid the world of Kendall's loud mouth.

(Now if only the theatrical version of this movie on regular old DVDs was easier. Then the RAPE scene wouldn't have to be my only source material to work with... However I have essentially deleted it from my story, though it's undertones are present. So if you're sensitive, you might wanna skip over a few paragraphs once that begins, but I assure you that there's no rape scenes in this unholy Fanfiction. I have standards ~ 💮 Masky )

The day turned to night very quickly. Doctor Loomis (Donald Plesence) was being forced off Michael's case due to the lack of progress and Loomis' understandable need to move on. It didn't matter to Michael. If anything it made it significantly easier for him to escape as Loomis was the only one who was still on high alert about the security of Michael. Everyone else had grown used to his 'perfect' behavior. They were all fooled except perhaps Loomis, although his willingness to let go showed that he hoped Michael really was accepting a date to live out his life in the sanatorium. How wrong he was, but he couldn't do anything. But with Loomis leaving that turned Michael attention to an escape. Even if he chose to brute force his way to freedom, Loomis wouldn't be do close by to 'assist' in stopping him.

Micheal had been taken back to his cell after being brought to Loomis. He was doing just what he had after all these years, waiting. Spending the free time plannin6, and creating more masks. He growled lowly hearing Kendall in the hall with another idiot, both sounding drunk and unruly. He moved a clean sheet of paper over his two pictures and returned to the incomplete mask. It didn't take long for Kendall and his foolish cusin to push their way into the silent male's room, with a girl in tow.

"Hey, Mikey, we brought you a little company! "Noel started up, while Kendall held the frightened girl in place.

"Yeah, we got some new, fresh meat, baby! " Kendall chuckled, holding the struggling girl.

"Fucking bitch. You want some of that? " Noel asked, taking his hate and his jacket off. The girl cried, yelling 'help ', hoping someone would hear her, unable to break free from Kendall. The killer stopped his work, slowly canning his head around to see the intruders and the poor girl.

"Hey, he's lookin'."Noel Chuckled, with a smirk.

"Must be lookin' cause she looks like his girl. " Kendall laughed darkly. The girl had the same (h/c) as his (y/n), but it wasn't her. They certainly weren't treading lightly, wanting to fuck with the killer, thinking that with that cheep little badge gave them some kind of power over him. It didn't. "C'mon, Mikey, you want some pussy or not? " Kendal pushed the girl towards the killer. On instinct Michael grabbed her by her arm, however it wasn't hard enough to hurt her and honestly she felt significantly safer being held by him than the perverted red-necks in the room. Still she whimpered and cried, begging him to not hurt her, though she struggled far less, barely placing her hand over the killers larger one, pushing away slightly. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her room at this point.

He sighed quietly, letting her go and stood up after a moment. Her desperate attempt to run was enough to distract the two perverts, so they never even noticed Michael stood up as each one grabbed each of her arms. "Awww I knew he was a fucking faggot!" both men laughed, they were totally absorbed in keeping her from running off, continuing to ignore the killer who was now walking towards them.

"C'mon freak, I thought you'd be man enough for this one-" Noel was cut off, getting his throat grabbed by the tall killer. Kendall's eyes widened in shock, letting go of the terrified patient. She went running off cry and the foolish male backed into the wall, unable to think while watching his cusin get his throat crushed.

The man struggling in Michael's grasp, but was not near strong enough to escape. All within a few seconds the smaller male's life left him, no longer struggling. Michael dropped his lifeless body and turned his attention towards the perverted guard who was simply a deer caught in head lights. The killer moved quickly to grab the smaller male, but he finally came back to his senses, barely ducking out of the way in time. He ran out of the room, stumbling as he picked a direction to run in. That stumble leading to his shirt getting grabbed by the persuing killer. He yelped, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. It was no use, as the tall male moved quickly to slam Kendall into the wall. The first impact Was enough to knock the wind out of the smaller male and the second one knocked him out. The third and final in fact left Blood on the wall. The silent killer tilted his head and dropped lightly twitching body. You stared at his handiwork the small amount of blood began to pull around Kendall's and body. He could see he'd broken Kendall's skull and he wouldn't be recovering. By the time anyone should be coming by it would be too late to save him.

Satisfied enough with the mess, Michael walked back into his room, carefully collecting his pictures and safely storing them in his pocket. Then he returned to Kendall to grab his key-chain to earn his freedom. He quietly wandered off, openin some of the patient's door so they could cause a distraction for him.

"Oh my god... "Ishmael's weak and quite voice caught Michael's attention. It drew him to come back, as having a completely capable guard walking around would end up with more security showing up to try and thwart his escape. Honestly it wasn't a problem for him, but he'd much rather spend a few minutes to delay Ishmael from alerting anyone that he was out, to earn himself more time to get away from the sanatorium. The killer's heart rate slowed even more, looming over the guard, staring down at him in his ignorance to his presence. The kindly guard turned around finely and gasped, backing away "Ahh... Hi, Mikey. "Ishmael started trying to calmly sooth Michael. The killer simply tilted his head to the side, watching the guard's movements closely. "I, uh, I got to get you back in your cell, okay? " he slowly moved to grab the cuffs from Kendall's dying body. He was too fearful of Michael and extremely focused on getting him back to his cell to notice the missing keys. "I'm just.... " he slowly approached Michael "I'm just gonna put these on you. Okay? " he kept a soft, soothing voice, almost as Michael was a child or perhaps a wild animal that could turn on him at any moment, the ladder being quite true, given the situation.

"Mikey, C'mon man. I just want to take you back to your cell." Ishmael coaxed, slowly reaching for The tall killer's hand. The killer breathed out silently and grabbed Ishmael by his shirt collar, tossing him harshly into the wall. The guard choked, being left breathless from the force of the blow, but he was still alive. The killer looked down at him, tilting his head once more. "Please, Mikey! " the guard panicked, not quite able to get up and flee. "I was good to you...! " he coughed up a bit of blood, backing into the wall a little more. Michael only tilted his head. After a moment he decided to walk away from Ishmael not willing to waste any more time. The terrified guard watched Michael walk away, feeling hopelessly confused, especially when Michael disappeared from sight. (Hey, Ishmael didn't deserve to die. Not after being in a Quintin Teronteno film. He's a good man dammit!)

Nothing was going to stop Michael now... He'd be returning home soon... He was going to find his sister and his girl...

(a shorter chapter, but next couple of chapters are a bit of filler and set up for plot. Love Ya Meh darling biscuits ~💮 Masky)