Unspoken Love (MICHAEL X READER) 18+

9-Satisfaction

Michael Stabbed the living hell out of the disgraceful man that lay on the couch, twisting his knife in his neck and making the man choke on his own blood. He tilted his head seeing the red liquid running down his chapped lips. Michael threw the body to the side, slowly walking to the other room.

The killing wasn't easy half of the time for Michael, but the satisfying feeling of the warm blood on his hands is what he craved. He could care less if it affected you? he's Michael fucking Myers and he needs to stop feeling distracted by you. He didn't know why he felt so magnetic to you, yes you were his best friend yet it felt... like something else.  He wandered around the house, the handle of his knife becoming slightly sweaty from how hard he was gripping it. Rage is what he felt towards this town, towards the people, and the history behind it.

The other male let out a shaky sigh, hiding under the bed from Michael. His hand clapped over his mouth. Hoping the man who killed his own brother won't find him, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the house. He finally let out a long exhale before feeling the grip of Michael pulling him out of the bed, the male screams in terror seeing the knife penetrate his stomach. He attempted to hit Michael more than once... realizing it didn't affect him whatsoever.

" F-fucker." he spat out, Michael furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Michael turned to see the papers scattered on his bed- about the killing of Leslie and her partner. 

He grabbed the man's skull and lifted him up slamming it against the wall repeatedly until his face was unrecognizable. Stupid detective thinking he's smart enough, Michael thought to himself. He felt annoyed at how people felt intimidated by you just because of him. He knew you were a kind soul yet naive enough to be thrown around which angered him. 

He knew he was a bad person, he got told that almost every single FUCKING day of his childhood. It didn't phase him though of course. After killing some people he felt himself become calmer by the second, knowing that the people of this town can suffer as he did. 

He picked up the newspaper, looking at the whole article about what he did to them, he felt proud until he saw your face plastered on the bottom. Your face was swollen with tears and your face looked like it wanted to punch the camera. 

"Y/N L/N a person who was last to see the couple before they were murdered, on further notice L/N is not guilty due to lack of evidence."

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Coming home wasn't easy, but he did end up coming home... hoping you slept soundly in your bed instead of running off to the cops. Michael was always fascinated by you, in fact, he thought you were an interesting person. Coming back to Haddonfield and seeing you was almost exciting and relieving. 

He walked up the stairs slowly, the sound of the floorboards creaking and the AC blowing in the background of the house.

He found himself going to the bathroom seeing that there was a light on, hoping you were there but instead folded clothing and a note was the one that caught his eye. He felt himself feel warm, you got clothes just for him? and a badly drawn picture of a smiley face? 

In his mind, you were still the same old Y/N... he met when he was younger. The one who ate crazy food combinations and had a missing tooth that caused you to have a weird accent.

Although he didn't feel one ounce of guilt when he showed up, he really did not care if this was a threat to your future but he was grateful enough to at least see you again. You were the one person who actually cared for him, unlike the other kids. 

Michael began to change out of his overalls, the fabric coming off of him as his muscular body was shown in the mirror. Bruises and cuts showed on his back and stomach, he didn't mind it but the thought of the guards walking him with batons and other things when he was a child made him get on edge.

The unbearable loneliness he felt in that hospital, being left to rot because something he didn't even know took over his body. Like an urge to itch something, it drove him insane how he didn't have anyone but his mother who visited him once in a while.

It killed him to know that he was the reason for his own mother's death, the guilt that has never left once. The feeling of abandonment knowing that she couldn't handle her own son was a complete monster. 

After finding out his mother committed suicide after three months of Michael being in the Hospital. It was what left Michael with rage and sorrow because the only thing he had left was you but he had no idea where you were. 

It wasn't easy for you either, the number of times where you cried until you threw up due to how things were. Growing up you couldn't even eat a proper meal, you felt guilty that Michael probably didn't have food like this. You couldn't wash your face without imagining his blonde hair and blue eyes. You had to overcome so many things and over time the thought of Michael still left you upset but you grew to move on. But now that he's back? it's terrifying for you. 

He wondered how things were for you truly, he knew you struggled but he wish he could understand more. You grew up to be a strong person, with goals and your own mindset which made him feel proud of you. He felt welcomed by you, even if he was a bad person you still left clean clothes for him. You still fed him and worry. That's what made Michael burn with admiration. He hoped you were sleeping soundly in your bed, he disliked the idea of you running off to the police. 

 He stalked over to your bedroom and towards your bed- pulling over the blanket was you sleeping peacefully. The moonlight glistened over your skin, making Michael notice that your thighs were bare- only to be wearing your undergarments and a shirt. Michael felt his heart thump out of curiosity, and he squinted his eyes- looking at your sleeping self on the soft bed... so vulnerable and the fact he could kill you at any moment yet here you are sleeping without a worry.

His calloused hands sliding over your soft legs, he felt himself grow excited at the sight of your beauty that lay in front of him. Your chest rose up and down which caught Michaels's attention. Was this normal for him to be looking at his best friend in this manner? Michael gently put the tip of his knife against your stomach- wondering if you were really sleeping. 

He moved the knife lower, his lips slowly growing apart in a wow from how much you grew. In his mind, you were like his angel. From so many passed-on years he still always thought about you, he thought about you every second... in fact whenever Loomis brought you up made him look up and make eye contact with the shriveled old man who once brought hell upon Michael. 

The sound of your soft breathing slowly quicken when the tip of the sharp knife lifted the strap of your underwear slightly. Michael felt himself drool, your body was driving him crazy? and your attractive face was his favorite thing ... the way your eyebrows furrowed whenever the knife got too close to your soft flesh. He couldn't stop staring... he couldn't stop whatsoever. Since the day he came back to you- he couldn't stop staring at the girl who once was his best friend. The girl who put that blue bandaid on his skinned knee when he fell off his bike, the girl who took his heart when he was taken away...

He sighed, taking the knife away from your soft skin. He felt frustrated even when he killed a bunch of people. something felt... weird and it was another urge he never felt before- why would he think in this way about you!?

The memories of you being so kind to him, being so gentle to him as if he would break. He felt something strong for you, it was so many mixed emotions... happiness, anger, arousal... why couldn't he shake off these feelings as he did beforehand. The way you looked while you slept made his chest pound with admiration. 

Michael felt himself doze off into his own thoughts. 

"I want to know everything about them, the shampoo they use, their favorite movies, what they look like asleep, well I already know how they look asleep when I indulged in my desires, they looked so peaceful and serene, it only made me more obsessed than I already am. yes, that's what it's called, an obsession... I will do anything to have them for myself.  God, they're so beautiful, in more ways than one. They're so kind, helpful, and talented, ... I'd kill anyone for them, including myself...If anyone gets in my way, I'll kill them."

Michael indulged himself more in his own thoughts, everything he spoke in his head made him go even crazier...

it felt good to think about you... 

(we all know what he did.)