Behind the Shape [Halloween FF]

[Chapter Fourteen]

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The tune of the birds coming from the surface echoed through the silent halls of the small sewer, resonating with your enclosure that was reasonably illuminated by the middle day sun.
Slowly opening your eyes again at the sound of the door being unlocked you tried fighting against the laziness, thinking that you were home, simply sleeping in your bed in a cozy dark room.

But when seeing that familiar statuette in front of you all the senses of fear returned.

He's back.

A gasp left your lungs when seeing Michael staring at you again like a ghost in the shadows. His boiler suit was dirty as stripes of blood went down from his neck to the bottom of his chest. His hands were dirty and a slight tuff of what seemed to be fur rested on his clothes, glued by the blood of whoever he killed. Questioning what he had done wasn't a good idea, it was obvious that he would not show mercy anymore in his way, with conscience or not he will kill.

You kept your wide eyes on him until he slowly made his way to a chair and...Set down, looking at the floor statically.

Michael seemed to be having trouble with something as he gently held his paunch when still looking down at the wet floor. He didn't groan or said anything the whole time as usual.
Seeing that he was not going to do something against you now, you finally relaxed your eyes by looking around the room, scanning it piece by piece once again.

"Hm.." You quietly hummed when also having a usual feeling in your stomach.

Looking back at the shape that was sitting on the old chair by the corner you decided to try the impossible, taking your feet out of the cozy sheets and sliding them inside the shoes, you sat by the edge of the mattress with your gaze fixed on Michael's strange figure.

A loud growl came from your stomach, it was painful as a tab since you have been hours without eating anything. Your last meal was that sweet popcorn you made for the children before everything happened, you hoped that would not be your last one.

On the other side of the room, stood three kitchen cabinets that were struggling to keep themselves on the wall, staring at them with hunger you dought to yourself that if there was something to consume inside one of them, the risk of trying to move around was big but the craving speaks louder than fear now.

Lifting your body higher you stood on your feet, taking one last look at Michael who was still there, quiet as usual.
If he strikes against you... Well, you believe he wouldn't, but if he does you will try everything to survive at least one last minute.
Deep inside you knew he wasn't going to end the fun so early.

You need food as much as your life right now.

From the corner of his sight, Michael watched you, wondering what you were going to do. You were calm so he assumed that was nothing rather than escaping, he learned how to read your feelings well, and what he saw was a desperate girl looking for something. Waiting to see what it could be was interesting for him.

In your slow steps toward the small and dirty kitchen of that horrible place, you prayed to God that nothing would happen. You just wanted to look.
Glancing back at Michael once in a beat you signed in relief when seeing that he didn't have his eyes on you.

Such a fool, he was always watching you.

Regardless, after finally having your hands on the small broken cabinets you also looked for something else, there was a small stove on the ground that was soaked in black grease and dust, you flicked your tongue when hoping there would be something fully new and clean in here.
Your attention got back to the cabinet, and when opening it slowly you flinched when a giant cockroach ran away from your eyes towards a gap in the ceiling.