𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨~ (Michael Myers)

𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚.

Chapter 2

It had been a week so far, no matter how much Evelyn tried...she just couldn't get a reaction out of the tall man. All he'd do is stand there, watch her every move. Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside his head. What could possibly be going through that head of his, to make him so...lifeless?

She shook that thought out as she read Michael's file, even as she was in Dr. Loomis's office, she could still feel his eyes on her. Watching her, even when he wasn't in the room. A shiver ran down her spine, and she quickly shook her head and shifted in her seat. "So...he killed his dad and sister?" Evelyn asked, turning to Dr. Loomis who was writing a report on a different patient.

He looked up from his writing, and nodded briefly. "He was a troubled kid growing up, his father wasn't...the best." He explained, and she nodded slowly as Dr. Loomis continued. "Even when I've had patients with horrible parents...they've never acted how Michael does. Some have some type of mental illness, like severe depression, BPD, bipolar-" He paused, taking a glance at her before continuing. "Regardless, Michael's case is unlike anything I've ever seen. There is no name for what he has." He said calmly.

Evelyn nodded, sighing. "But...It's like he's in a state of stupor. I don't understand it." She said, frowning a bit. "Stupor, yes. But with underlying murderous rage." Dr. Loomis said. His voice was in all seriousness, his expression darkened. "One mistake, Ms. Williams. One mistake is all it takes, and Michael would kill you without thinking." He said rather bluntly, in no means was he trying to scare her. He just didn't see a point in beating around the bush.

Evelyn shuddered at the thought of being killed by Michael. If he wanted to, he could crush her with his bare hands. She was told he was incredibly strong. "Right...I promise that won't happen." She said after a brief moment. Dr. Loomis nodded, "Good. I hope you will be able to help me in my discovery of Myers." He said, looking her over for her reaction.


Evelyn smiled, "I'll do my best." She said, and got up. She walked down the hall, she felt good about her job. Instead of just being a plain old nurse, she was also a psychologist. As she walked down the plain white halls, she had a growing feeling of slight doubt. What if she couldn't figure out why Michael was in such a state? What if he killed her? Those thoughts made the feeling grow and worsen, but she snapped out of that as she walked into the visitation room where Michael was at.

They thought it was best for Michael and Evelyn to be in a more...spacious place in case anything went wrong.

There Michael was, seated and chained to the table. His hands cuffed against it. She frowned a bit at this, she wondered if he ever felt sad or remorseful. But how Dr. Loomis described, he had no thought process. But, she found that highly doubtful, she still had hope for him.

She sat down in front of the hulking man, yet he didn't move an inch when seeing her. His paper-made mask covered his face, two eye holes revealed blue crystal eyes. But it was hard to see them with his dirty blonde hair cascading over his face. He didn't move his head, nothing. He just kept his eyes directly on her, it was a bit uncomfortable. And that growing feeling of dread had taken over her body. But, she put on a kind smile, and pushed it away. She was not here to judge, but learn and observe.

"Hello Michael. I hope you're doing well." she said kindly, even though she knew no one could have a good day in this hellhole. He didn't respond, just stared. There was a moment of silence that fell upon the empty room, the only thing that could be heard was Michael's heavy breathing.

Evelyn sighed quietly, before reaching in her purse and putting a notepad in front of him. "I understand you don't talk, so perhaps...you could write down for me what you're thinking?" She asked politely, and for a moment, she swore she saw his eyes glance down at the notepad. But, his gaze never faltered from her. She frowned a bit when he didn't respond or make any movement.

 "Michael...I just want to help you. And if I can't help...then I want to learn from you." She said, and for a second, his head moved up slightly when she said that. That was enough to know he was listening, and it made her smile.

"I want to learn and understand how your mind works. I'm not here to degrade or judge you. I truly want to learn and know what happens in your mind on the daily." She said softly, yet she saw confusion in his eyes. Despite him unmoving, unresponsive, she could still see the small emotion in his eyes. Maybe....there was still hope.

His hand twitched, and with a deliberate movement, he took the pen in his hand. She smiled at this, excitement flowing through her. He's actually willing to write? This was amazing.

He wrote something down on the notepad, and slid it to her the best he could with his hands cuffed. She took the notepad, and read it...

Cliff hanger! I'll update later, see you in the next chapter!

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