Stalker

Michael Myers

Dwight was interrupted by something he saw behind us. Out of curiosity and hope, I turned to look. And there he was, standing silently, looking over us. Screams had erupted from all around as I heard feet moving around in quick movements. Yet, there I was, just standing and staring. A smile graced my face as I saw him raising his knife like he was going to stab someone. His attention had finally found me and I felt elated. He finally noticed me! I stepped a bit forward closer to him when I felt a hand on my arm. I growled quietly in annoyance as I was dragged away from Daddy Myers.

I watched as the man known as Michael started to follow me and whomever was pulling me. My gut was telling me it was Fairfield yet again. I pulled my hand out from the grip that was holding me and ran towards the direction where I saw the delightful man walk towards. Footsteps were running up behind me as if to keep up with my pace. I briefly looked behind me and lo and behold, there he was, the one whom I had suspected to grab my hand. His feelings were becoming quite obvious. I feel bad for him, but I also can't help but feel irritated since he always grabs me like he wants to be a hero. My hero specifically.

I can't give him what he wants. I can't force myself to have feelings for him and I sure as hell don't want to be in some weird love triangle or line? My feet kept pounding onto the packed dirt and hay as I continued to run after the one in the blue jumpsuit. I then heard a yell and turned a sharp right from where I heard the sound. I pushed some of the stalks out of my way before one could smack me in the face again. In between the maze of corn, I saw him and Jeffrey. I knelt down and tugged Dwight down along with me.

There, I saw Jeff laying on the ground trying to scoot away from the menacing figure. My eyes kept darting between the two as Michael didn't do anything but stare at our wounded friend. I was beginning to wonder whether he'd let him go, but that was not the case. While watching the scene in front me, I saw the silent stranger pick Jeffrey up with one hand by his neck near the jawline. My breath hitched and my eyes widened as I watched while my heart sped up. Michael raised his knife a bit as our friend was hitting the man's arm to get him to let him go, but it was to no avail. He plunged his knife into Jeff over and over again creating droplets of blood to drop on the ground.

From beside me, Dwight covered his mouth from shock. It was clear that he was terrified. We had watched Jeebus make his last scream before dying in the man's hand. With my own eyes, I saw him toss the body of our friend like he was nothing. I heard bones crack in the soulless body which caused me to wince. Despite seeing everything, I was still interested in this Michael Myers. When I noticed his attention turned elsewhere, my gaze followed him and I slowly stood back up. Just as I was about to follow him again, the nerd hissed at me.

"Where do you think you're going? Do you realize what we just saw?" My gaze slowly turned towards the young man with a slight glare. Clearly, I saw the same thing he did and he wanted to question me. When I realized how angry I was getting for no real reason, I took deep calming breaths. It was clear something was really wrong with me if I wanted to chase a killer.

"I... I... don't really know. I guess, I was going to follow him to see where he was going to go next." I admitted out loud, luckily it sounded like I was frightened. But the thing was, I really was afraid; but not of Michael, no. I was fearful of myself. What I was becoming. The lengths I would go to just to see that man again. "Y-yes... I saw him murder Jeff. He had been tunneling him from the beginning. Maybe the rest of us will be let off." I, of course, did not think that was very likely. He was a stone-cold killer. If we didn't escape, he'd find ways to track us all down and kill us like he did to Jeffrey. To me, that didn't sound so bad to die in that man's hands though. I had to mentally slap myself from thinking such ways. That man was bad news.

My gaze looked over to where the corpse of Jeffrey laid and saw a dark red pool of blood soaking the soil. The ground slowly drank the blood, getting its nutrients. I turned my head away feeling bad that he was given some hope of escape only for it to be ripped away in a matter of mere minutes. There was no way anyone would go back to that house where we had convened in. When I looked back at the one who had been trying to protect me this entire time, I noticed him looking at me like he was studying me which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Did he see through my shit? Was it even bull crap? I don't even know what to think anymore. I want to keep my good Chinese girl image, yet I am being pulled to what may be the darkness that is in all of us.

"Why would you care about what he was going to do next? We should be thinking about our survival like we had discussed as a group with or without Claudette. It is very clear at this point that he will pluck us one by one." Did he suspect my feelings, my fascination with the tall figure that seems to always walk with some kind of purpose. Biting on my lower lip, I looked away from him, I couldn't help but feel guilty. He was trying to save all of us by being a leader we needed at the moment. And we really needed one. Perhaps, he could lead us out of the hell and he was right; even I wasn't exempt from getting killed and did I really want to die at this young age. I knew already how confused I feel. Looking at how powerful he was made him attractive yet I knew he wasn't safe. Dwight was normal and possibly boring, but he was nice; a safe choice. Yet, I can't help it. For my own sake and sanity, I need to steer clear of that Michael Myers. Even his name did things to my heart... No, I must refrain myself.

"I... You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. Lets go find the others and get out of here. Things can go back to normal. As normal as it can get anyway." I knew I was not only lying to him, but to myself. There was no going back to the normal days. The experiences, the trauma, and some other emotions will have changed all of us in ways that was irreversible. But we will have to do the best we can once we do get out of this hell; if we do.

With a nod of his head, he went the opposite direction of the killer, avoiding the same path. Looking back with regret and sadness, I followed Dwight accepting the fact that I would not accept the darker side of me. Keeping close to the only one who was with me, I made sure to avoid anything that could make too much of a sound so, we wouldn't get caught. The field seemed to stretch on for many miles and again, I got the feeling like we were lost. Why did this keep happening to us? It was like there were some unseen forces keeping them on the property just so they could get picked off one by one.

From a somewhat far distance, I heard another scream. It was clear another one of our friends was found. Looking over at Dwight, it was clear we thought the same thing and immediately set off into a run towards the direction where we had heard someone was in distress. My feet were pounding hard into the compacted ground. Up ahead was a shack and some walls that seem to have openings. There was Kate, running around with the killer chasing her around the structures. Her athletic abilities were quite impressive for I had never seen her run or vault through anything before.

I got pulled behind another bale of hay and there I remained watching Kate run around. How she wasn't tired was beyond me. I couldn't help but watch in amazement. And it seemed like Michael was getting irritated with the antics. For her sake, I hope she was able to out run him. I held my breath as I watched, scared for my best friend. When I didn't see her running anymore, I thought the killer had gotten his hands on her, but he was still moving around like he was looking around for something. Did he lose her? When he walked away from the structure that my friend was looping him around, she had finally come out into view and I was filled with relief and I was able to let out the breath I was holding. With a smile, I ran over towards Kate and wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug; glad that she was alive still.

As I was continuing my hug with my friend, I noticed Dwight had finally decided to come out of hiding. The look on his face had also looked impressed. Soon enough, we were in a group hug; so happy that she had survived his attack. I didn't think it'd be possible for this woman to run in her cowgirl boots, but she had managed it. She was turning out to be quite full of surprises when it comes to survival situations.

"That was amazing Kate! You did an amazing job at running him around! Perhaps others should from you. I never would have thought that you'd be so athletic, yet, you proved me wrong. I'm quite proud." At the person's voice we turned around with surprise written all over our faces.