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The sounds of loud music blaring caught Michael's attention, and he carefully crawled out of bed, leaving the room and heading down the stairs. The music was coming from the driveway, and Myers could hear it from inside...
"He bad production
He got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard
He one spinal cracker
He got feet below his knees
Hold you in his armchair
You can feel his disease
Come together, right now
Over me....."
'Teenagers' Was Michael's only thought as he stalked out of the back door and made his way around the house, hiding in the shadows and bushes. The killer saw that the car was parked rather close to the house, and he could hear giggling inside of it. The car was a sliver Chevrolet Camaro, and looked to be rather well taken care of.... probably belonged to one of the kid's parents.
The car's lights were off, but Michael could still make out the outlines of two teens removing each others clothing. The killer would have to punish them for this. Creeping towards the car, the pair were far too busy to notice their impending doom coming towards them. Michael quietly climbed on top of the car, and slid the sun roof open. He couldn't kill them here.... he'd get caught. So Michael slid into the car when the pair made their way to the back seats. Crawling into the car, he lunged forward and smacked the couple's heads together, knocking them out cold.
Picking up the lightweight pair, he rather quickly noticed that they were both naked, and wished that they weren't. Myers chose to ignore this and brought them inside, careful not to wake either of them up. Bringing them into the living room, Michael duct taped the pair up and crouched before them, waiting patiently for the couple to wake up. Eventually, the girl woke up and began struggling, thus waking up the boy taped to her back. The two scrambled backwards and didn't get far before Michael stomped on the boy's hand and crept forward. The teens froze in place and the killer cocked his head to the side before cutting the boy's jugular in one quick slice. The girl was covered in her boyfriend's blood as she attempted to scream, only to receive the same fate as her significant other.
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(CARLISLE'S POV)
I woke up in the middle of the night only to hear the sound of a loud crack and...... dragging? 'Shit.' I realized that Michael wasn't in the room anymore.... that's never good. Sitting up, I approached the door as quietly as possible and realized that it was locked like always. Before I could ponder on the possibilities of what was going on downstairs, I was interrupted by the door swinging open to allow Myers to enter the room, before shutting and locking it again. I jumped back, before crawling back to the bed as his large form towered over me. It doesn't matter how long you stay with him, Michael is terrifying and that doesn't change or lessen.
"W-What were you... doing downstairs...?" I trailed off upon remembering that he doesn't respond. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rubbed my temples and sighed, closing my eyes. 'Bye, bye sleep.' My mind spoke for me. Michael made his way towards me and I didn't need to open my eyes to know it. "You killed someone." I spoke with my voice just above a whisper. As I opened my eyes and sat up, I made eye contact with Michael, who was now sitting beside me.
"Why...?" Maybe I was pushing the limit, but I had enough. I can not stay here if he is killing those around me. Personally, I thought that he quit.... what a crazy thought. Feeling his arm brush against my shoulder, I knew that he had gotten closer to me in an attempt to understand if I was angry, annoyed or sad. Then, I noticed something by looking into his eyes... Michael Myers was staring at my lips! Why? I have no clue, but he looked determined, maybe even confused... scared. I looked at his prosthetic lips in wonder. What would it be like to kiss him? This giant killer in a mask.... he had emotions, feelings like everyone else. Although he attempted to bury them, I could tell he had a sadness in him.... a loneliness.
Michael leaned down in a quick motion and pecked my lips with his pasty ones, and I could feel pressure on the other side... his lips! Just as soon as it began, he pulled back slowly and looked me in the eyes. Maybe I should've been disgusted, but in all honesty I really liked kissing him. Suddenly, he jolted back and stood up, widening his eyes and leaving the room hastily. 'What's up with him?' Was my only thought after that, as I attempted to ignore the warmth in my blushing cheeks. Eventually, I laid back down, but I didn't sleep at all that night.
If I were honest with myself I kinda wanted to kiss him again. Eventually, morning came and I heard the sound of grocery bags being set on the table and Michael sat on the foot of the bed. Although my eyes were closed, I knew he was staring at me. After about five minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and opened my eyes. "What did I do wrong?" He said nothing like always, in fact he didn't move either.... no response. Nothing.
After a few minutes, he turned away from me and pulled his mask off slowly. 'My... God....' I stared at his back, and sat up as he lifted his head without facing me and I saw that it was covered in dark brown hair which appeared to be well-groomed. Slowly but surely, the killer began to turn around.
I was met with the sight of his face....
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