Behind the Shape [Halloween FF]

[Chapter Seventeen]

Trigger Warning!

This chapter contains very violent and gory descriptions. If you're not comfortable with such a thing please consider skipping this chapter!

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How does it feel? To be alone, having no one but your shadow and an old pack of crackers. How does it feel? Having to be here with no choice but to follow what you followed years ago.
How do you feel? Knowing that from all the people in the world, the devil had chosen you to be his little torture toy.

It feels like fire on your skin.

Burning to ashes, starving, you were left alone once again to wait for nothing, waiting for Michael to open that door and stare at your soul like some kind of silent judgment.
You still wonder what is inside his insane mind. What does he think when he sees you? A person with nothing special than eyes the color of the dead. You were a mere female cast aside by society due to your past choices and skittish behavior.

The choice of being closer to him than the other kids. That action has been hunting you since childhood and will not stop until you're dead. Oh, you craved that right now.

So confused and yet so aware, the reasons that this is all happening are just simple obsessions that a man, a monster, can't let go of. Like a dog that craves the attention of its owner but bites the hand that feeds it. Michael seemed to not care for you like a friend or such thing; you felt like he saw you as an object of possession that you placed on the shelf to dust with pride. You had so many questions, and yet no answer to why this man craved your presence so much.

He was so hard to read, to understand, you wanted his attention so you could learn how to speak the language you once knew. But he has always been so mysterious and far all the time. Pushing all the needs away, staying in silence. Or maybe you were the one who was not letting him read you.

You have been waiting for him for the past hour, waiting for the police siren echoing in your head or something that was not complete silence. The night was coming closer, so the quiet and darkness around you were surely making you look downcast.

Not so long after a rumble of hunger threw you back in bed, The metal door cracked loud, and you flinched at the sudden noise, eyes wide.
Michael quickly opened the gate aggressively, with blood dripping from his knife and face. It looked like he had mauled someone to pieces.
You felt your spine jump with fear when he took fast steps close to you.

"Michael... What did you do...?" Your voice trembled when he was right under you, towering over your small figure compared to his lean and strong silhouette.

He didn't say anything or move a finger for long... long... seconds... staring down at you as the smell of iron filled your nose down to your throat. It smelled horrible.
With one quick and steady motion, he grabbed you by the forearm, dragged you to the middle of the room, and threw your shoes at your face with his feet. What a jerk.

Michael stood there, towering over your legs as your body collapsed on the cold floor when he threw you across the room. He waited for your brain to process what was going on, and soon enough, your eyes filled with fear looked over the shoes, and you guessed he wanted you to wear them.