Michael Myers x Jake Park [DBD]

Chapter 2

                            MICHAEL'S POV
      I wondered why he just had the feeling to let the boy leave. I lied on the couch in the Myers House, apparently, you can pick which maps you get to go in. I guess it was nice, staying in your house till you get to murder more people. I wondered, would I ever see the black haired boy with the white scarf again? Now that I think about it, the boy was kind of cute. I knew I shouldn't let my feelings get the best of me but everytime I tried thinking of someone else, an image of the boy just popped up. I buried my face into a pillow on the couch, I didn't know what to think of him. He seemed nice, but everyone has a second face they never show. Even the nicest of people.
After a bit of time passed, I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, my mind wandering before I finally closed my eyes. When I awoke, I noticed that it was time for another round and that the area I was currently on was collapsing around me. There was the surrounding darkness waiting for me to walk in it so that I could start another match. When I was watching the people at the campfire waiting for the round to start, I noticed that the same guy was there from the last round, the one with the nice scarf and cute black, slightly messy, hair. What was I thinking though? This guy probably wasn't even special, but he had to be special enough to get the feeling to let him leave. It wasn't just any feeling though, it was a heart racing feeling.
When it was time for the match to start, I noticed the world around me darkened, to the point where I couldn't see anything. This was normally how a match would start so that The Entity could form another world. When I noticed what map it was, I huffed. The map was so big, and I knew I probably wouldn't come across the person again. The place kind of looked like a school, a school with three floors and had many rooms. Too many rooms. I came across Felix who was on a generator, I naturally had no warning when he was near someone, so I had the element on surprise. And grabbing him off the generator was too easy. I brought Felix to a hook and propped him on it, I knew someone else was near. Waiting.. but I couldn't tell who's footprints, as it was all muffled from Felix's screaming, groaning, and moaning.
I walked away and watched from afar, waiting to see who was coming to unhook Felix. No luck.. it was just Claudette. After a while.. still no luck. Felix had died by then, David was gone, and it was only the guy with a scarf, and Claudette. I kept walking around generators for what felt like an eternity till I saw Claudette and the guy working on a generator. I crept behind Claudette and snatched her off of the generator, she was on death hook. If that guy didn't do anything, she'll die. But as soon as I turned to look at him, he just stood there, and he looked terrified as he would be the last survivor and there was still two generators left.
      I turned around and continued walking to a hook, Claudette kept struggling which was annoying, but my grasp was too strong for her to get ahold from. I put Claudette on a hook and I went on a search for the man with the scarf. One generator had gotten done, but little did he know.. he left scratch marks as to where he was going. I followed them and eventually I saw that he was on another generator, I kept watching him but something didn't feel right. Until I noticed that my heart was beating faster, and I felt different. The feeling was weird, but I stepped away from looking at the man and I realized that whenever I saw him, it was like I wanted to be closer.
      I noticed that he finished the generator, but I wasn't going to let him just leave the match this easily. So I kept following him, and I knew he felt more uneasy by the second. He struggled finding the exit though, but eventually.. I approached him. It didn't matter what I felt, I wasn't letting him leave alive. He didn't notice I was behind him, but I stalked him so much that I felt stronger, and I felt more aggressive. So then, I struck. I dug my knife into his side, I might have dug too deep to the point where he shouted in pain and fell to the ground immediately. Did I care how he felt though? No, not at all. No matter how hard I tried though, I just felt more and more bad about doing that to him, just not enough to let him go though.
      After convincing myself that I CAN'T and WONT like him, the feeling went away. My reaction to his moaning and groaning said otherwise though, I couldn't help that it was attractive. Too attractive to ignore, but again, I didn't let my urges get the best of me and I put him on the hook. And he died. I didn't feel bad though, but I felt like I wanted to see him again. I wanted to.. be near him. All the time.