Only Me

No One Can Hurt You

You were like some sort of disease to Michael. Or, perhaps, a parasite was a better descriptor of how you affected him. You wormed your way into him, deep into his chest, right beside his cold, soulless heart. You made him... feel, regardless of what that actually meant, it was beyond unacceptable in his eyes. That warm, painful throbbing in his chest was more than distracting, it was nauseating , disturbing. Terrifying... In a sick, twisted, wrong way, you terrified the Shape of Haddonfield. Michael fucking Myers was absolutely terrified of a small, defenseless creature that was completely helpless against the evil and cruelty he wielded against the world. He should kill you a hundred thousand times over for this transgression! But... it wouldn't make him feel any better. He only... feels more empty every time your cheeks are stained with tears. Cold. Dead. Michael would feel dead without you...

This isn't the first time he's caught someone hurting you. It's happened many, many times over, and his reaction has ranged from blinded rage to searing hatred. Not just for the one harming you, but towards you, yourself. It was that lack of control that drove Michael insane. He couldn't watch you 24/7, couldn't always follow you around or know where you were at any given moment... It drove him fucking crazy, and he took that frustration out on not just the asshole unfortunate enough to have crossed paths with you, but onto you, as well.

But, even that was quickly losing its luster to him. Michael had thought that hurting you would bring him some sort of fulfillment, like it has always done in the past when he had hurt others. It never has, though. Sure, he's lied to himself, trying desperately to convince himself that seeing you all small, all scared and teary-eyed brought him a measure of enjoyment, to have your blood on his hands, to have you groveling in terror before him- but it didn't. It- He- Michael felt... not good, when that happened. You made him... stop to consider how his actions would affect you, and he hated that.

Michael despises that you're a magnet for trouble. That you just can't seem to stay the hell away from people that want to do you harm. Sure, he doesn't mind killing them. Quite the opposite, in fact, he rather enjoys seeing them covered in their own blood, begging for their pathetic lives before he mercilessly snuffs them out. No, Michael hates that you get hurt in the first place. The only one that should ever have the right to put their hands on you was him! Him, and him alone. Anyone else would be destroyed.

Some wannabe serial killer punk had set his eyes on you. Luckily for you, Michael knew better than to leave you to your own devices, anymore. He caught the little bastard scoping out your home before you had any idea of the danger you were in. He'd make sure that, this time, he'd be in complete control of the situation. You won't be hurt, but that idiot thinking that he can do as he pleases? He's going to regret the day he was born...

Sitting in your kitchen, you drank what must be your fifth coffee of the night. Strange things were happening, and it left you unable and unwilling to sleep at night. Rustling outside your windows, the sound of someone possibly jimmying your doors and windows, looking for a possible way in... Muddy footprints on your porch and small, dead animals left on your door mat... It was becoming too much. You're... pretty sure it wasn't Michael. He did love to torment you, but this wasn't really his thing. He was much more... direct, with his approach to you. This... this was someone else...

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you rub your eyes, feeling them water involuntarily from how dry they were. Anxiously, you tap your fingers on the top of the counter, before sighing heavily and grabbing your coffee mug. You decided to make your way to the living room, thinking that some TV would help calm your nerves and get your mind off of things. Fuck, I'm exhausted... You thought bitterly as you crashed onto the couch, nearly spilling lukewarm coffee all over yourself.