Michael and Laurie: The Cost of Redemption

Chapter 2

Laurie's chest heaves, her mouth open as she gasps. Her nose crunches in disgust and her lip curls; a face of pure contempt and hatred staring into the ivory mask of death. 

"Well.. you win." Laurie spits like venom. 

Her body shakes with terror and rage as her eyes glow with a hatred unmatched. The reflections of Jack-O-Lanterns through the rain makes her eyes shine like fire- the killer's form reflected; appearing to be surrounded by raging flame. 

"This is what you want right? To play with people's lives; this is nothing more than a cat and mouse game to you- isn't it? Well congratulations..." Laurie says. 

Her eyes pour tears and her rage cracks into heartbreak and defeat. She slumps back onto the floor, her chest jumping with every ragefilled sob of distress. 

"You win," she says. 

Michael takes a moment to listen to Laurie, he lowers his knife and tilts his head at her. He did indeed win. He knew he would, he had to. However, this game isn't over yet. He grabs his struggling sister and pins her to the floor, his weight crushing her organs. He then sends a powerful blow of the knife straight into Laurie's shoulder. The game has just begun. 

Laurie screams, her smaller hands pressing into the chest of her attacker, trying to force his bulk off of her smaller form. Her scream breaks and her chest stutters as she coughs, bloody spittle spraying across Michael's mask. 

"You- stop it!" Her begging is interrupted by a hiccup as she sobs, hands still pushing against her assailant's chest as she screams again, the knife etching her bone with every move she makes. 

"Stop! Please, just stop!" She cries, "I don't want to do this anymore- please!" 

Her voice breaks out into another scream of pain and her arms drop to her chest. 

Michael pulls the blade from her shoulder, blood squirting everywhere. He lifts himself off of Laurie and grabs her legs, dragging her across the bloody floor to the staircase where he picks her up and heaves her across his shoulder, taking her upstairs. To Judith's old room. He plops her down on the floor, rather roughly. The same spot he had killed his older sister. Now, he can finish what he started where he started. Michael takes a moment to stand over his sister and do nothing but stare at her, straight in her fearful eyes. He enjoys her being in pain, it calms the voices. But he knows he has to kill her in order to completely stop them. Laurie's blood drips from his mask, so he wipes some of it off with his now even more blood covered hand. He then kneels down next to his sister, tilts his head one more time, and grabs her throat. Not hard enough to break her neck, but hard enough to cause her even more excruciating pain.