"Happy Halloween folks! We have a lot of candy related information up next, but there's something much sadder that must be reported first. And that sad thing being that tonight, yet again... We sadly say that the killer Michael Myers broke out of the Haddonfield sanitarium a few hours ago. Three have already been proved to be dead. Regrettably, I'm saying with a heavy heart that the masked murderer is back at it again...." The man spoke on the radio. His deep voice attempting to hide concern and failing miserably.
"Geez, could he ham it up anymore with the pity talk?" Carlisle half-heartedly laughed at her own joke, attempting to lighten the mood for herself...And her sweet, slightly overweight, six year old black lab, Jumbo. He looked up at her from across the faux candle filled living room. The eerie glow emanating from the somewhat pricey decorations lapping up and down the walls and dancing on her facial features. The dim orange light managed to make her mahogany colored eyes stand out even further against her pale skin. The few freckles scattered along her nose disappearing and re-appearing in the flickering light of the jack-o-lantern that she couldn't bear put outside.
The kids in this neighborhood enjoyed smashing the pumpkins, and Carlisle always out did herself when it came to carving. She loved Halloween, it being her favorite season... So she always made sure to deck her house out in spooky holiday decor. It wasn't just kids... It was people in general. Carlisle didn't much care for most of them, hence the need for her little Jumbo (who wasn't little at all, might I add... Hence the name Jumbo).
She cocked her head to the side, as her dog's bright olive eyes widened adoringly and he cocked his head to the side as well. Carlisle couldn't stand the cuteness and called her dog over to her. After a bit of struggling, the black lab plopped down next to his owner, receiving hugs and cuddles from his lifelong best friend. She'd been there for the pups birth and Carlisle just couldn't let the overweight pup go from the moment she saw those huge watery eyes that contrasted against his slick, jet-black fur. Before her memories could go any further, the loud *PANG* of a frying pan hitting the kitchen's hardwood floor caught Carlisle and Jumbo's attention.
Jumbo struggled to get up, lamely failing at jumping off the couch, but unhurt. Normally Carlisle would've been laughing at her plump pet, but the current issue was the high probability that someone broke in, and was in the kitchen. Never before did Carlisle hate her decisions in house lighting more than she did in that exact moment. It was a classic horror movie scenario, and a major inconvenience to her growing nerves. How was she gonna confront the intruder if she was so nervous? Heart hammering in her rib cage, Carlisle reached for the carving knife on the nightstand beside the couch. Getting in a defensive position, she slowly stalked to the kitchen... Carlisle was amazed at her stealth... until a certain furry companion of hers decided that it was go time. Attempting to grab the Labrador's hips and yank him back behind her, Carlisle slipped on a blanket that she'd lazily left on the floor.
'Just my luck...' She thought to herself. Oh, how ironic her circumstances were right now. And just when she thought things couldn't get worse, her dog scampered around the corner and began growling once he was out of sight. Carlisle began to get up when she heard a loud yelp in the kitchen. She couldn't have named a worse sound if she tried. That was it. Jumbo was gone. No, she couldn't think that way... Jumbo had to be- The kitchen lights flickered on for a second to reveal a recently deceased Jumbo. His head was twisted almost all the way around. Jumbo's neck was snapped. Those beautiful olive eyes that were once so full of life and joy were glazed over and empty. Jumbo was... Jumbo is dead. Before everything could come into full focus, the lights flickered back off and a few of the kitchen's faux candles turned off. Until... Until it was all dark. All of the lights went out.
'Shit.' That was pretty much the only word that Carlisle could use to describe her current situation. As she backed up to exit the kitchen, gripping the handle of the carving knife tightly in her right hand. The walls felt like they were closing in on her... suddenly she bumped into something as solid as a boulder, back-first. Before a scream could erupt from Carlisle's panicked mouth, a rough hand clamped over it. Terrified and irrational, Carlisle attempted licking the attackers palm, only to take in the awful taste of dried blood and dirt. She kicked and struggled, but it all proved to be pointless. Unfortunately, Carlisle made no progress, and only seemed to annoy the attacker, as he squeezed her jaw tightly enough to leave bruises. Before she could make sense of the fact that he was leading her outside, he slammed her head into a wall. Not hard enough to cause serious damage, despite how much the attacker wanted to. The only reason for this was to knock her out so that his trunk wasn't screaming.
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How long had it been? She had no clue. Carlisle woke up with a major headache, similar to that of a vodka hangover. Not.Good. She didn't recognize this place..... It was dusty in the bedroom that Carlisle was currently in. All the walls looked as though they were meant to be white, but turned grey due to the copious amounts of dust covering them. She was in an old , stiff mattress with ragged, navy blue blankets and feather filled pillows. But the worst part of this musty, dusty room was the rusty chains that bound Carlisle's wrists and ankles down. The were rusty and chipped, covered in dirt and old blood, with jagged edges topping off the cake for the worst feature of the cuffs. Yanking her left arm first, all she succeeded in doing was giving herself a little nick on the wrist. Maybe now was a good time for a little mental scolding.
'Carlisle Nicole Kettering... You're gonna have to do better than THAT if you wanna get outta here.'
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The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)
Romantizm(I DO NOT OWN THE HALLOWEEN FRANCHISE OR IT'S CHARACTERS. ONLY MY OCS.) - This is a Michael Myers X OC story - Carlisle Nicole Kettering was not your average girl, by any means.... This anti social yo...
