We were true to our words, we watched movies and ate the greasiest pizza. Only a piece each because we were both nervous wrecks. A knife tucked in every crevice we could find that was hidden and easy to get ahold of in the heat of the moment. My bedroom was still closed off, for obvious reasons.
I glance outside the main window, watching tons of kids dressed up in many costumes. Their happy little faces made the holiday even worse for me. Many years ago I also enjoyed this holiday, but not anymore.
"When is he going to attack," Sidney sighs, glancing in my direction.
"Maybe we should split up?" I offer.
"That is like the most stupid idea you ever had."
"We did it at the Halloween party, look where we are now."
"Tatum died though, who's turn is it now?"
"Don't say her name, not right now." I get up from my seat on the couch. "I'm going to go shower or something, and make it seem like we are vulnerable when we are alone."
"Be careful (Y/n), please."
"You too Sidney."
I grab a knife that was forced between the couch cushions, placing it in the hem of my jeans. Glancing back at Sidney I send her a reassuring smile before heading upstairs to the bathroom. Passing my bedroom I grab some clothes from Sidneys' room, closing myself in the bathroom. Unfortunately, there is no lock on the door, so I am going to be naked and afraid once I'm in the shower.
Stepping in the hot water I hold onto the knife as if my life depended on it, which it honestly did. I have no idea who or what is doing it. Washing my hair with one hand took a while, but once I was done I wrapped my towel around my body before stepping out. The hot steam from the water fogged up the mirror, and I wipe my hand on it to make my reflection show.
A figure stood behind me, causing me to turn around quickly. They moved quicker, pushing me against the sink as they placed their hand against my mouth. His other hand gripped the hand with my knife in it, holding it down so I can't use it on him.
"Billy?" I stutter out, looking into the soulless eyes once again. Many emotions and memories went through me as he stares back at me. "You killed my dog? How could you."
Billy uses his body to hold me against the sink as he unmasks himself, letting me stare into his real eyes. He smiles as he looks down at me, "No sweetheart, that wasn't me. I am kinda hurt you think that was me."
"Was it Michael?" I ask the obvious. "Is he really here? Is it really him?"
"This is his home. Seems like you are in a lot of danger honey."
"Why are you here Billy? Are you here to kill me?"
"Of course not silly. I'm here to kill that bastard that killed your dog and made you cry."
"Really?"
"Well of course, but on one condition." He leans in towards my ear, whispering the condition in my ear. His lips tickled my ear as he talked, then placed a long kiss on my cheek. Once he was done he stepped away from me, "Do you comply?"
"If I say no?"
"You won't say no, I've watched this guy since you moved in. He looks strong, something you can't handle sweetheart."
"Billy, please."
"I love hearing you beg, but I am serious (Y/n). Do you comply?"
Sidney screams from downstairs, my name coming from her lips. I attempt to push Billy off of me, but he keeps me in place. Putting more force on me as he looks into my eyes, hunger all over his face as I stare back. The sound of Sidney throwing things scared me, knowing I'm stuck between a rock and a hard pace. Literally.
"Fine," I say.
Billy's grip on me drops. In a quick motion, he places his mask on himself, grabbing the knife from my hands. His gloved hand caresses my face before he turns and leaves the bathroom, leaving me alone. I quickly get dressed before throwing myself down the stairs to where I last left Sidney.
The scene in front of me was something I didn't expect. Sidney was against the wall, her head bleeding. Billy was on Michael Myer's back, choking him out the same way I did to him. Seeing me, Sidney runs up to me, wrapping her arms around me.
"Oh (Y/n)," She cries. "I thought you were dead."
"Billy is here to save us," I say referring to what she said earlier.
Michael kicks Billy off of him once he notices that I am in the room. He heads straight for me, making my grip on the knife tightened. Sidney also gets ready. What we didn't expect was Michael to be stronger than Billy. Moving faster than ever, Michael's hand grabs my neck. Lifting me off of my feet and dangling me in the air.
"(Y/n)," Sidney cries out, punching the white-masked killer holding me.
Billy gets up from the ground, plunging the knife into Michael's back a few times. This causes Michael to throw me literally across the room, smashing our brand new kitchen table to pieces. A piece of furniture that took hours to build because Sidney and I are complete idiots. Birds were seen as I tried to collect myself, picking myself up from the wooden splinters that poked and prodded me.
"You okay?" Sidney asks, the two masked men fighting in between us.
"As best as I can, " I say, holding myself up by the wall.
Michael had a height advantage on Billy, and a strength advantage. From the information that I know, Michael has been doing this way longer than Billy, so this could be bad for everyone else in the room. Billy is the best shot to kill Michael.
