The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)

Chapter 10- Anger Issues...

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MICHAEL'S POV

I'd finally got done hiding the corpses and it didn't take too long. Those kids had it coming. Sometimes I wonder if their parents ever told them about the Boogeyman. They had every right to be scared to enter my home. I crept back to Carlisle's room which used to be mine before I was taken to Smith's Grove. An odd little creature.... Carlisle. She looks as though the world had never touched her with it's evil, but that's not the case because she's met me.

I wish that we'd never met. I hate this confusion that she's injected into my mind, and even though I resent her for this, I'm still sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at her. The night seems to pass in the blink of an eye although I wish it lasted forever. Again, like always she wakes up very slowly and braces herself so that my presence doesn't startle her. And again , she utters the words "Good morning" although I don't believe that there is such a thing .

It enrages me that she is still here. I failed my purpose and I managed to get distracted. A ridiculous thing, yet it's so easy to get that way. She's most likely empty-stomached so I should go and steal some food for her. Besides, it gives me the opportunity to kill a few more people to let that searing rage drain out. I stand up and slam the door, leaving her confused most likely. Storming off, I crept out of the house and made my way to the nearest grocery store.

I just stand behind cars and wait for people to leave so that I can steal their groceries. My first victims of the day were a young couple. Probably in their early twenties, there was a blonde girl in a pink, long-sleeved shirt. She wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans. Holding hands with her was a brunette boy in a black hoodie wearing baggy jeans. The girl had a rather long neck that made me wonder how well it could support her body weight when I pick her up by that alone.

They walked past me and I decided to sneak into their car when they were putting back the shopping cart. I waited for them to enter the car and as they chattered I got my knife ready. I stabbed the girl in the chest through her seat and covered the man's mouth before he could scream. I quickly snapped his neck to the side and pulled the bodies to the back seats. Crawling up to the drivers seat, I made my way back to my home and wondered if Carlisle would try to talk to me again today.

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CARLISE'S POV

I heard the sound of stomping and knew that Michael was probably back. Yet again, I needed a shower, so that's the first thing I'll ask him when he gets in here. Jerked out of my thoughts with the sound of the door slamming, I look up to see Michael Myers holding three grocery bags. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood on my feet. Maybe I'd try approaching him. While it was probably a bad idea, I wanted to see what would happen, but maybe another time would be better.

I was about to ask him, when I heard squeaking and a giant rat along with its babies came plummeting through a crack in the ceiling. Out of instinct, I jumped in Michael's direction and hid behind him. I was way too close to the lunatic. He turned around and cocked his head at me in confusion and I yelled at him to kill the nasty creature. It definitely had rabies and so did its offspring. Surely it's not my place to yell at Michael Myers, but it is my place to teach him common sense.

What surprised me was that he did exactly what I said to do and killed the rats by stomping on them. I asked to take a shower and he dragged me off again. It went the same way as last time, except it was winter and my long hair was full of water. Without a blow-dryer or more blankets I'd freeze to death. Tossing on some comfortable clothing, I was yet again startled by Michael's sudden intrusion.

I was already shivering as I exited the bathroom. As the day wore on, it got colder. Finally I decided to go to bed without Michael's permission as I had nothing else to do. Another dreamless sleep... it was until I was interrupted by the blanket being lifted in front of me. Popping my tired eyes open, I almost fell out of bed from the jump that Michael's presence had given me. He'd crawled into bed beside me for some reason. 

Seeing as he probably wouldn't get blankets, I'd need his help to keep warm. As much as the idea disgusted me to have to touch him, I would get sick if I didn't use body heat to my advantage. I cautiously scooted towards him and very carefully tried to wrap my arms around him. The second I touched the masked maniac, he jumped back against the wall and pulled a knife from his pocket. I jumped back and began to shake worse.

Honestly, I felt a little disappointed and maybe even...upset. I folded my arms and curled up into a ball. Giving him a sympathetic look, I said:

"I-I wasn't going t-to hurt you. I-I'm cold, t-that's all."

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THIRD PERSON POV

What Carlisle didn't expect, was Michael putting his knife away and scooting towards her. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest, his way of telling her that it was okay to warm up. Truthfully, the only way people ever touched him was to hurt him. He'd never really felt a hug or anything nice like that, so he thought she'd hurt him before. Carlisle complied and slowly uncurled herself and wrapped her arms around Michael instead.

His entire body tensed up and his heart raced uncontrollably, which the young woman noticed as her head rested on his chest. As far as Carlisle was concerned, he was incredibly warm despite their cold surroundings. She stopped shivering and nestled her head into his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. For once in Myers life, he overlooked a few of the towering boundaries built around his heart which were very slowly beginning to crumble and fall.

The killer decided that... he kinda liked this. Relaxing into the embrace, he began to lightly stroke her long auburn hair. Was this weird for him? Yes, but he could get used to this. It didn't hurt and was only beneficial. So, why not enjoy this moment?

For once in his life.....Michael Myers couldn't come up with a reason.