Die, Die My Darling

12

     It was now Halloween night and Lillian's search for Michael has made no progress. She had searched the entire town. Law enforcement had been informed of Michael's presence but made no move to help in the search so far, at least not successfully. Many trick or treaters remained outside despite the curfew after a public safety order was issued, saying a madman in a white mask was armed and dangerous. This resulted in Lillian and a few police officers patrolling, telling people to get inside. Michael has already made his mark tonight by murdering the sheriff's daughter, Annie Brackett. Every person she passed she warned to get indoors. She and her uncle split up, both taking different sides of the town to search for Michael. He could be anywhere, which is why they needed to find him. He's beginning to strike around the area. Lillian knew this because of the multiple reports of seeing a man in a white mask within a small radius.

Lillian remembered peering at the Myers house earlier that day. She recalled the feeling of dread she felt when looking at that window. I feel like I need to go back. She thought to herself. Deciding to get out of her car, Lillian made her way to the Myers house. Her steps were quiet when ascending the steps to the door. Lillian let out a breath and twisted the door knob. It's unlocked.. She said to herself.

Lillian entered the house and took her first step inside, resulting in a loud creak beneath her. Not even a second later heavy footfalls could be heard above her head. She immediately froze and stared at the steps that lead to the upper floor. There stood Michael, staring. She panicked slightly not knowing what to expect from him. Her entire body trembled from the menacing look the man held in his eyes. Something clicked in her. Michael had never made a move to hurt her, so she decided to push her luck.

"Michael, drop your knife." She said slowly.

To her surprise, she heard a clatter and saw the knife laying beside his boot. She began to approach him, hoping to get some sort of human reaction out of him and get him to come back to Smith's Grove. By the time she was in arm's reach, Michael snatched her and pulled her over his shoulder, carrying her like a sack.

"Fuck- Michael! Let me go, we have to take you back!" She hit his back multiple times and attempted to squirm free but it was no use, his vice grip tightened around her legs as he began taking her down the flight of stairs into the basement. Frustrated and exhausted, Lillian rested limply atop his shoulder. He wouldn't hurt her, right? After all, he's protected her. Killed for her.

By the time she was downstairs with Michael, he laid her down on the ground gently and grabbed her wrists, pulling them to rest on his masked cheeks. Lillian shook with fear and stared in shock at his eyes, her trembling hands stroked the rough surface of his mask. Little did she know, Michael had wanted this. Planned this. He wanted her to follow him, to get her alone. He wasn't sure what this feeling was inside him but it was different. It was something different from the murderous ideation that constantly plagued his mind. He liked her fear, but he enjoyed her tenderness more.

Michael was creeping up on Lillian, his knees were on the ground as he loomed over her. Lillian sat back on her elbows, her chest heaved with anticipation and fear. Michael leaned forward and grabbed her shoulders gingerly. He pulled her towards him and breathed in her scent. Michael suddenly grabbed her by her waist and pulled her flush against him. Lillian tensed with surprise but slowly relaxed as she remembered who she was dealing with. Lillian wasn't afraid, really. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. She was the only person he's listened to in years. He groaned and grunted, as if he was trying to say something. Then finally it came out.

     "M.. Mine.."