Behind the Shape [Halloween FF]

[Chapter Fifteen]

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Learning how to speak
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The gelid air burned your lungs with each whiff you took, in and out, as the cold and quiet ambiance held your fainting breathing, resounding the whistling of your mouth and nose across the room. Your legs quivered for warmth.

Laying your head on the pillow you tried sleeping in your uncomfortable position of what lasted of a bed. Holding yourself together while the breeze of the up window echoed the fall's leaves away, everything else was so quiet, no crickets or the beautiful sound of an owl could be heard.
Still, there was something, someone at the end of the tunnel came in near while its figure was covered by the shades of the night.
You were too deep into your slumber of suffering to hear anything around you, the heavy steps of the man who was more of a nightmare than a human stopped right in front of the metal door and attempted to get inside quietly.
As he did, he faced the dark room with you laying on the bed curled in the coolness of the ambient with your eyes closed pleasantly. You looked calm, yet suffering with the loss of your blanket.

Michael took a deep silent sigh before getting closer to your small figure compared to him.
You looked so slim and weak curved in such a weird way, you craved heat, and the only thing you had was your own. He watched you from below as he held his blade tightly but with no murderous intentions.

His emotions were still upset at your words from earlier, he didn't care as much as losing this independence, however, it annoyed him in a way he could just simply snap your neck if you made an effort to raise your voice with those comments again. Otherwise, Michael would just simply keep his eye on you while everything else passed by.

Anyway, at that moment he simply observed you shake in the cold with calm eyes hidden in the dark. Hearing your lungs whistle with pain. You looked miserable.

Peeking deep into your expressions Michael felt something ich inside his chest, seeing you in such a tragic sleep was making him rethink his reactions. He disliked that... When looking back and remembering the moments when he watched you over the window and saw the smile, the calm nature, and all that usual feeling you spread around was so different from the one he is seeing now. He preferred witnessing you in all the good ways possible at the right times, but this, the way you look now, cold, alone, miserable, was unpleasant.

Michael felt like fixing that. And he will.

A simple touch, a delicate one, he passed his fingers over your (H/C) hair, feeling the soft strands passing through his rough fingers, letting it go gently as you slightly shrank unawakened.
He looked around the room and then to the wooden door that was still untouched by you, slowly walking to it his hands went to the broken doorknob twisting it as the old timber cracked with the sudden movement of opening.
A smell of death covered the room when that mystery door was unlocked.
Michael went inside that small square to grab something and quickly close it again. Noises of what seemed to be harsh and clammy steps were coming from inside that place.

After some seconds the shape came back to you, shutting down the door behind him gently so that no loud noises could wake you up and making his way back to your shivering body.
In his hands, Michael held what seemed to be a dirty jacket that belonged to someone, the old leather mixed with a bit of dust as well as the fur that covered the insides of the clothing was perfect for warmth.

Glancing down at you and then at the jacket, Michael watched you for a split second when noticing how cold your skin is, watching how in distress and yet calm your face resting on the pillow was. Your curved position and soft painful shivers were pleasing to witness, regardless of the shaking, trembling toes, and slight whimpers that were not what he wished for you right currently. Deep inside he felt wrong, he had no remorse for punishing you. Of all those feelings at this present moment, Michael felt like keeping you safe from the cold anyhow.