The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)

Chapter 6- Without A Trace...

Authors note: I went to see Guns N' Roses at the Paul Brown Stadium last night, and it was FUCKING AWESOME!!! It was also my first concert! I made some friends and had a blast. GNR till the day I die!

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LOOMIS'S POV

I searched throughout the house and found nothing. I know that Michael's good at hiding bodies, so it was not much of a surprise, but still.... Something was off. From what I know about Thorn, there's a new method of curse spreading that involves young women, not children. There is a possibility that Michael didn't kill the homeowner, but cursed or sacrificed them instead. Thorn doesn't much care for how things are done, just so long as they are... And that's what frightens me so about this situation.

So, I decided to ask around. While it's unlikely that anyone saw or heard Michael Myers taking someone away, I could always get more information on who lives here. If the homeowner wasn't a young woman, then Michael probably just hid the body and I'd have to tell the authorities. I just hoped there's a way that I could find some description on the person so that I could go looking for them and report them missing. After about twenty minutes of asking about, I managed to learn that the homeowner is in fact, female....And a bit antisocial, which is why it took me so long to find any information on her.

The girl rarely leaves during the day, and catching a glimpse of her is all that anyone could've hoped for. Her parents were the previous homeowners, and an elderly lady in the neighborhood said that she knew her parents. The woman's Mother had apparently committed suicide on the day of her graduation. Why? I do not know, but the girl most certainly had a fair taste of pain in her life... And Michael was going to triple that pain.

I just have to stop him before he kills anyone else. He would be locked away for eternity if I have any say in such a matter.

 Unfortunately, I do not....

THIRD PERSON POV

Carlisle didn't notice the ghost of a man disappear from the room, yet again startled by the door slamming. 'Does he always have to do that?' She wondered as she stared at the door. Shaking her head, Carlisle slid backwards on the bed till her back rested against the wall. She just closed her eyes and hoped that everything was going to be okay. In the time span of a few minutes, she felt a stack of clothing fall on her lap and heard the sound of a grocery bag being set on the bed.

She lifted her head as her eyes fluttered open. He'd either guessed her clothing size or checked when she wasn't looking. Michael had also stolen a few bottles of water and a box of Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies. He approached Carlisle and pulled her up to stand by her shoulder roughly. Carlisle gasped in fear as he pulled his knife from his pocket. Jerking her shoulder, Michael turned her around. 'What's he gonna do?!' She wondered fearfully.

Suddenly Carlisle felt the duct tape slip away from her wrists. He was cutting her loose so that she could eat and change out of her dirty clothing. Carlisle visibly relaxed and she turned around to see that Michael had already left. He was giving her privacy. She chuckled at the thought of the world's most deadly killer leaving the room so that women could change their clothes. Carlisle stared down at the stack of clothing. Two outfits.

She started to pull the clothes from the stack and laid them out on the bed. It seemed that he got her clothing size right. Medium. Bending down, she untied her shoes and kicked them off with shaky hands. The fear of Michael Myers entering the room and seeing her naked was giving her shivers. That was the last thing that the poor girl wanted. She noticed a little bundle of socks that looked like they'd fall apart and some bras and underwear that he must've gotten from her house. 

Carlisle peeled off her under clothing and socks. She grabbed her black boxer shorts with the grey waistband that said 'Pink' in black lettering. Slipping on a matching grey bra with a black ribbon in the center, she moved on to the socks. They went above the ankle and she was careful putting on the pair of threadbare white socks.

Carlisle lifted her eyes from her mostly covered feet to a pair of jeans on the bed. These wren't hers. He must've stolen them.... just like the food most likely. The pants were loose fitting boyfriend jeans and they looked really nice. There were patches sewn sloppily over the fashionable rips in the knees. He probably thought it looked slutty or something, so Michael must've attempted to fix them up.

The young woman actually liked the patches of mismatched denim. It gave the pants some style. Sliding the pants on rather easily, Carlisle's attention was caught by the cotton sweater laying next to the spot where her jeans were. She zipped up and buttoned the jeans and stared at the article of clothing. 

It was a burgundy turtleneck, made out of normal shirt material rather than wool. Carlisle sighed in relief, knowing that she wouldn't be scratching constantly. Slipping the burgundy piece of clothing over her head, Carlisle smiled.The top didn't look half bad on her. It was stretchy and fit her form quite well, without being too revealing. She was surprised that he knew how to pick out an outfit. Yet another unexpected fact about this killer that made her chuckle.

Carlisle glanced at the other outfit. A Haddonfield sweeper shirt with the logo on the back and symbol on the front. It was black and the letters were lime green. The bottoms were dark grey cargo pants. 'Michael Myers has a thing for loose fitting clothes, huh?' Carlisle clasped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

The girl whipped around when she heard the sound of Michael stomping to get her attention. 'How long has he been there?!' Carlisle couldn't help but wonder. He probably wanted to know if the clothing fit and hadn't been there for more than a moment... but she couldn't help but feel he was a pervert considering the situation. She turned her body to look as though he had her full attention.

"They f-fit... Thank you." Carlisle forced a smile and bent down to pick up the clothing that she had shed. Folding the clothes, she placed them on the table next to the bags. Carlisle make sure to put the dirty clothes in a different stack from the clean ones. He stomped again and Carlisle turned to see Michael pointing. Her eyes followed the direction of his finger to the brownies.

He was making sure that she ate. Carlisle sat back down and munched on the brownies. Reaching up to a bottle of water, she took a swig of it. Michael didn't leave until she finished the entire box and the whole bottle of water. Once he left, Carlisle threw a mental insult at him.

'Stubborn bastard....'