Michael Myers Fanfiction 21+

Part 2 - Continued

Your thoughts were interrupted when you tummy growled, demanding food. Michael looked at you from the corner of his eye, his eyes narrowed. "I'm hungry. Got any food here?" You asked. He looked straight as if thinking and he shook his head 'no'. "What am I supposed to eat?" You asked. Without responding, he quietly got up and walked out of the room. You sighed as you laid back down staring up at the ceiling. I wonder how my parents are doing. And-

Your eyes widened as tears filled them, threatening to spill. Michael killed Trey last night... Michael had killed your loving boyfriend minutes before he violently fucked you mercilessly.

Your eyes snapped towards the window as you heard the sound of talking outside. You slowly walked to the window and pulled the worn curtains aside to look out. You saw two men in suits, one looked to be a psychiatrist and the other looked to be a detective. You put your ear to the window to hear what they were saying.

"When did she last disappear?" A deep voice said, writing down notes in his notepad. The other male shrugged, looking around. "I don't know but her mother said she went out with her boyfriend last night and neither of them returned." The male with a brown suit said. Are they talking about me?

You watched carefully as the men inspected Michael's front yard, looking for clues. "And what makes you think she's here?" The detective asked. "It's Halloween, officer. Michael Myers is out looking for his next victim." The psychiatrist said. The detective rolled his eyes, flipping his notepad closed, putting his pen away. "Dr. Loomis, you need to calm down." Your eyes widened at the name.

Dr. Samuel Loomis, Michael's psychiatrist when he was a child, is standing right outside his front door. "I'm not crazy, officer. I've known Michael his whole life pretty much. I was his psychiatrist when he was a boy when he murdered his family. I promise you there's something not right here."

You immediately ducked as Dr. Loomis looked towards the window you were in. Your breathing got heavy, praying to the Gods above he didn't see you. You continued to listen through the thin wood. "Did you just see that?" You heard Loomis ask the detective. "See what?" The detective replied. "I could have sworn I— Nevermind."

You heard footsteps in the leaves walking away. You slowly lifted yourself up to a kneeling position and watched as they got in their car and left. You sighed in relief, sitting down on the wood glad he didn't see you.

Just as you stood to go back to the mattress, Michael entered again, with a bag of chips and a sprite in his hands. You smiled and happily accepted the treats and ripped open the chips, beginning to shove your mouth. "Thank you," you said with your mouth full. Michael felt a small tug on his lips as he nodded at you, sitting on the mattress. He watched you pretty much swallow the chips whole and chug the bottle of soda with an amused look. You let out a loud burp as you noticed he was staring at you.

"W-what? I was hungry." You defended, your cheeks turning a beet red. He chuckled. Your heart stopped, hearing the deep sound coming from his throat. He chuckled? You smiled, liking his voice.

You patted your tummy, finally feeling full as you laid back down breathing heavily. Michael eyed you again as he felt his pants begin to tighten. Lust filled his eyes as he craved to be inside you once again.
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