Michael Myers Fanfiction 21+

PART 3 - Continued

Michael looked down at you wondering what you were doing. You continued to roam your hands around his toned body, loving the feeling of his muscles flexing with each inhale of breath. "You're strong.." You said, looking up at him, your eyes locking. He let out a breath, looking around the room as if searching for something. "Just relax, Mikey..." He looked down at you, hearing the nickname. He hasn't heard that name in over 16 years. His breathing began to get shallow as he practically melted in your touch. You were doing wonders to him. He backed away and stormed out of the room.

You decided to follow him, your naked breasts bouncing with every step. Your nose crinkled at the stench of death and dried blood mixed with dust. You almost vomited right then and there but you held your breath, keeping you from doing so. You gasped as you saw your boyfriend Trey hanging from the ceiling, tied by a rope. He had a knife in his chest and his legs looked broken. Scratches and bruises were scattered all across his body. Looks like the poor boy put up a good fight before Michael finally ended him. You gasped as Trey's body began to swing suddenly. Behind the corpse revealed Michael, staring at the guy with amusement in his eyes.

Michael's eyes locked with yours as they traveled down to your naked form. You instinctively covered your lady parts out of embarrassment. Why am I covering it? It's not like he's seen them before. Michael tossed you a white dress before he walked away. You slowly put the dress on, covering your boobs and heat. As you looked down as you saw it barely covered your thighs. You sighed and walked in the direction Michael went.

"Michael?" You called out, checking everywhere in the house. You looked outside and saw him standing there, waiting for you to come out. He wants me to go with him? You slowly walked outside, the chilly, autumn air hitting your bare legs and arms causing you to tremble. "Michael, what are you doing? It's freezing out here and I'm only in this tiny dress." You said, rubbing your arms trying to get warm.

Michael didn't answer you as he turned and walked away from you heading out of the fence. You groaned and followed after, your body trembling from the cold. "Michael, it's freezing! At least give me a coat or something." You said. He looked at you and took off his once navy blue coat, which was now drenched in dried blood. He handed it out to you, waiting for you to take it. "Y-you want me to wear that?..." You pointed towards the coat with a disgusted look on your face. He just stared at you, waiting for you to take it. At least it'll keep me warm...

You slowly took the coat from him and put it on, ignoring the bloody smell. You continued to follow Michael down the street wondering where he was going and why he was walking so fast. He stopped in front of a house. He stood beside a bush, staring at it. You looked as well and saw the same girl from earlier talking to two older people, who must be her adoptive parents. Your eyes widened as you stared at Michael, clutching his knife in his right hand. He's going to kill her...
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