Unspoken Love (MICHAEL X READER) 18+

3-An escape

Michael's mind slowly began to fall apart by day, by months... and years, knowing that everything he ever loved was snatched away due to his actions or from Loomis. He stared at the tiny photograph his mother gave him of You and him smiling at the pumpkin patch at elementary school.

his mind was only focused on you... the memory of you. He wondered how you looked now, he missed seeing those beautiful (eye color) eyes or that big bright smile you always had on. He hated smith groves, he always has hated it due to his idiotic doctor, stupid nurses who only sit on their asses and smoke. Not to mention the poor patients who walk around like a zombie most of the time.

Michael kept his mind busy by making masks of course, but he always wondered how you look, or how tall you are right now. God, he wondered why you never came to see him during visit hours. He hoped you didn't hate him or were forced to move by your parents.

Michael changed more than anything, his hulking figure- his height reaching the top of the doorway.

"It's time for your appointment Michael," the elderly nurse spoke with a croak in her voice. The guards came through and cuffed his arms- He despised every other person in this hospital. Halloween was still on his mind and he knew he had to make a move soon. He didn't feel like rotting in a cage-like an animal for the rest of his life.

Some minutes later he ended up in the usual spot where he met Loomis, he sat in a chair- his arms bound around uncomfortably making his arms almost purple from loss of circulation.
Loomis as always pressed the recording button on the old cassette tape to record the session

"I really don't know what else to say, Michael," Loomis spoke in a soft tone as the beeping noise of the cassette recorder.

"You... Haven't said a word in over 15 years." Dr. Loomis looked up at him with a fake sorrowful expression with his pen clicking in his hand.

Michael clenched his fists in annoyance, his brown hair going in front of his eyes to hide the spiteful look on his face.

"I've done all I can for you... I'm sorry to tell you this but this is my last day of being here at Smith Groves. I have to move on, this... all of this is not working. Never in 30 years of my life I have felt this dreadful loop of me overall realizing you cannot be helped. YOU are never to be helped, Michael, You are simply the embodiment of evil." Loomis said in a stern voice, Michael heard this stupid line over a million times.

"The boogieman"

"The ghost of Haddonfield"

"The eyes of the devil"

Michael heard these things go around ever since he came in when he was 10, did he feel anything ever since? No, has he changed or evolved? yes but terribly. The anger over years built up to be this monster of dread over Michael's shoulder.

He stayed quiet while looking at Loomis, It was the 29th of October and it came close to Halloween. His mind was stayed put on you and you alone, all he wanted to do was escape and bring hell upon this disgusting town he despised.

"Goodbye Michael..." he got up and packed his things in his bags while walking out of the empty bland room.

Michael didn't feel much, Michael didn't think much, all he ever did was feel rage and sorrow towards the loss of you. He didn't care much about Loomis retiring- he cared about how maybe this is a chance for him to be set free.

He only wanted to see you... to feel you... to understand you. You were the only thing he desired besides the hateful urge to rip apart everything in sight.

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Michael got told the news he would no longer be staying in Smith Groves but will be moved to another Sanatorium near Westville. Again, nothing went through his head beside the thought of escaping. Unfortunately, he knew he has to leave all of his artwork behind but he did still keep the picture of you and him. A loud rolling bang came from his cell once again.

"Let's get Moving Psycho." the gruff guard said while shoving Michael forward, Michael walked down the hall. The patients stare left in right, whispering things to each other.

The guard pushed a red button towards metal doors as the other 3 guards surrounded him. They both slowly walk towards the transportation area.

"Jesus how slow does this fucking guy move!" he shoved Michael once again making him stiffen up. The other three guards snicker as they made sure to check his chains were locked here and there.

Some moments later of walking, the guards became impatient with Michael walking. The tiresome guards groaned in annoyance as the main guard shoved Michael forward once again. But this time Michael stumbled a bit making the picture hanging out of his right pocket fall out.

The picture card landed swiftly on the floor as Michael attempted to pick it up until a guard stepped on it purposely.

"Aint no way you can love someone." he chuckled, shuffling his foot a bit more to make the picture crumble. Just then Michael felt rage engulf in him seeing how dirty and messed up the picture was.

Michael soon broke apart the rusty sharp chains and grabbed the officer, shoving him to the wall and banging his head towards the sharp edge of the front office desk. Making the others scream in shock.

The other guard pointed a shotgun at Michael but was too shakey to even fire it, He grabbed the gun and impaled the guard's eye with the edge of the gun. He screamed in agony when Michael twisted the gun and shot it making their head blow into bits.

Blood splattered against his patient uniform. The other two guards attempted to run but Michael was way too fast for them. He grabbed one of them and snapped his neck with Michael's bare hands, unfortunately, the other guard escaped which let off the Alarms around the sanitarium. Luckily he killed the two front office assistants so they won't call the police and cause more problems. He bent down to grab the photo of you, he softly sighed in relief of still seeing your pretty face unharmed in the picture.

The sound of blaring alarms and the sight of bright red spread the room. He grabbed the keys and made his way out of the sanitarium. He felt the fresh air of autumn hit him, the sound of the alarms was distant but still loud enough to make him keep walking.

(time goes by)

He felt himself walking and walking until he reached a local gas station, the obnoxiously loud music of mechanics was heard by the near-end garage.

Michael slowly walked towards the garage, making sure he made no sound to alert the mechanic who was looking at Porn Magazines. Michael grabbed one of the crowbars he found, creeping up behind the middle age perverted man. He raised up the crowbar and smashed the man's skull- literally almost splitting it into two with his own brute strength...He dragged the Mechanics' lifeless body to the corner, stripping him and grabbing the navy blue uniform. Michael felt himself feel alive after being stuck in that sickening place, he still heard the quiet voices begging for more blood.

Michael walked once again to the town of Haddonfield, feeling the black and white memories flood in. The night was chilling and incredibly quiet enough for him to sneak into his old house. The spray paint of monsters and other insults were drawn all over the walls. The small of old burnt wood and old paint filled the house. The old feeling of seeing his mother stand by his bedroom, bringing in hot cocoa with a bright smile. Michael felt nothing but pure emptiness in his heart. All that remained was you.

He then breaks one of the floorboards, revealing a white soulless mask and a kitchen knife that fit perfectly into his palm. He felt the scar around his hand, reminding him of the purpose of being here. He craved the feeling of bloody screams in his ear, he was once again the shape of Haddonfield.

He put on the mask with no effort and left to reunite with the person he only cared the most for.