When you finally came to, you were half-sitting and half-lying on the dirty ground; everything too blurred and too dark to see. Your vision cleared a few minutes later, seeing Laurie next to you. She seemed to still be unconscious - her body completely and utterly lifeless. Oh no...was she—!? A breath of relief escaped through your lips as she suddenly twitched, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She was alive...Thank Goodness. You were alive. At least you two weren't dead. Whatever Michael had planned for you both, at least it wasn't murder.
"Lynda? Lynda...?" Laurie called in a tiny voice; not even noticing you as she looked straight ahead. Following her gaze, you saw a naked teenage girl lying in front of a tombstone - Laurie obviously recognising her as you recognised her too. It was that bitch who lost her temper at you when you ruined her drink and caused her to fall to the ground.
"Lynda, wake up! Lynda, wake up, please! This...This isn't funny anymore...!" The blonde begged with desperation, crawling over to the dead girl's corpse and shaking her.
"L-Laurie..." Your throat was still sore from when Michael gripped it; the dryness making you unable to speak to her properly.
"Lynda, wake up! Lynda please wake up!" Ignoring you, Laurie sobbed while continuing to beg; cradling her friend's face just as she had Annie's.
"Lynda, please! Please, please, PLEASE wake up...!" She whispered brokenly, her tone sounding hurt and wounded as she gave it one last shot. "He's going to come soon. Lynda, wake up, please. I'm begging you."
Then, Laurie resorted to fully-fledged crying, shivering and losing the rest of what little sanity she had left. "L-Laurie—!" You coughed as the dryness in your throat cleared - finally allowing you to speak.
"(Y-Y/n)...?" She miserably stuttered, resting her head on her friend's chest whilst she started grieving. However her head snapped up when the two of you heard footsteps - meaning that Michael had arrived on the scene.
Uh-oh...This...This was about to get ugly. Very, very ugly. "Who are you...?" Holding her friend's deceased body in her arms, Laurie faced the masked male - tears running down her cheeks while she shuddered.
"That's your brother, Laurie. That's...That's Michael." You tiredly told her, heaving yourself into a more comfortable position and trying to defuse the situation.
"What...What do you want?" She questioned him shakily, her gaze full of dread. Then her eyes landed on the knife he was carrying.
"No, no, NO, please! PLEASE don't hurt us, please! No, PLEASE don't hurt ME, please!" Quivering with undiluted fright, Laurie began to cry again; her hysteria rising once more as she carried on shivering.
"Put the knife down. You're scaring her." You quickly explained; quietly speaking to Michael while your fuzzy head made you appear somewhat calm and collected.
To your surprise he unexpectedly listened to you, the steely kitchen knife clattering to the ground as he complied. Then, he fell to his knees next to Laurie, looking at her with nothing but the utmost of intensity. Gazing back, she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and fear - not understanding his sudden mood-swing in the slightest. A minute or two passed, before he pulled out an old photograph - showing it to Laurie and therefore confusing her further.
"I-I don't understand. Please, just let...Please leave me alone! I-I don't know them! Please!" Laurie suddenly grew unbelievably agitated; squeezing her eyes shut whilst she started sobbing a second time.
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His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {NEW Rewrite (2022)}
Fanfiction[THIS GOT RE-REWRITTEN (2022)] [QUICK NOTE: I took inspiration from Halloween (2007) {The Remake} , partly because this Michael seemed to talk more (at least when he was younger). Plus the plot was a lot more interesting than the original (in my opi...
