The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)

Chapter 13- The Reveal....

CARLISLE'S POV

'Wow' I was shocked....he took his mask off. When Michael turned around to face me, I caught sight of intense dark brown eyes and thick, expressive eyebrows. He had a thin, button nose and plump, pink lips. As far as I was concerned, he had an angelic appearance, but there was only one flaw. Although his face was expressionless (besides his eyes) one of his eyelids was severely damaged and scarred. It hung lower on his eye than the other, and was a bit thicker. Suddenly, Michael attempted to turn away as a tear rolled down his cheek, but I was quick. I'd managed to wipe away the tear and cup his cheek with one hand, effectively turning him to face me again.

An emotion flickered in his eye.... shame. Why? Did he think that he was ugly? I just smiled at him and said nothing. Before I knew it, he turned his torso my way and wrapped his arms around me. Burying his head into the crook of my neck, I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. I wrapped my arms around Michael's neck and rested my head on his shoulder for a few more minutes until he pulled back just enough to look at me. And that's when the feeling came back. I still wanted to kiss him, but even more so now. Something flashed in his eyes as they widened and he released me, turning away. Resting his elbows on his knees, he shook his head which now was being held up by his rough hands and his shoulders quaked. Michael wasn't crying this time. He was shaking.

I scooted towards him till my leg brushed against his and rubbed his back, causing him to flinch at first. I wasn't exactly sure what to do. Something had to be seriously wrong with Michael, but now I wasn't sure what it was. He retreated from the room, slipping the mask on as he left. 'What the hell?' Confusion washed over me as I made my way towards the bags Michael left. I mumbled to myself:

"What do I do now?"

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MICHAEL'S POV

The mask...why did I take it off? I don't know, but she's different. Carlisle separates me from the visions and hateful voices in my head.... she makes me feel safe. I just wanted her to see that underneath this monster... this killer that she fears.... there's a person. A human being. But now those voices were yelling at me... filling me with rage and shame. How could I be so careless? Stupid. Naive. Foolish... Those three words burned into my mind, again and again.

As I stood downstairs, the white-hot rage burst out of me, and I punched a hole in the wall imagining it was a human skull. Pulling my bloodied fist out of the wall, I felt a bit of release. 'KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!' The voice in my head screamed. I couldn't take it anymore!

Storming up the stairs, I made my way to Carlisle's room and threw open the door, not even bothering to shut or lock it behind me. Rushing forward I picked her up by her throat and slammed her against a wall. It's for the best... Pulling my knife out of my pocket, I drew my arm back and watched as her eyes widened... her bright mahogany eyes.

'Do it.' It should be so easy. I'm a killer after all. A monster. Just one quick thrust.. that's all. 'Do it!'

For once... I denied the voice in my head. Carefully lowering her, I dropped the knife and it hit the ground with a loud *CLANG* Her breathing was loud and shaky causing guilt to flood through me in waves. I almost killed her...how easy it would've been to slice her throat and watch her clothes turn scarlet, her face drain of color, her eyes roll back in her head... how easy.It should've been easy..... But I couldn't bring myself to do it. And then... just as I expected. Carlisle bolted, escaping the room. Leaving my knife behind, I turned around and began to head after her.

Carlisle wouldn't get very far....

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LOOMIS'S POV

Making my way towards yet another place that Myers could be hiding in, frantic screaming caught my attention. My head snapped up, and I caught sight of a pale young woman who had bruises decorating her thin frame. Rushing forward, I caught her attention and she ran in my direction, clinging onto my shoulders.

"Y-You gotta help me! He's tryna KILL ME!" There were tears in her wide eyes as she struggled to form a clear sentence.  This young woman didn't need to speak another word. Michael was after her, and she was the girl that he kidnapped. Noticing a familiar shape creeping out of the house, I pulled the girl behind me and raised my revolver aiming between the killer's eyes. 

"Michael, don't make me shoot." He stopped in his tracks at first, but then Michael started walking towards us again. Suddenly, the woman behind me ran right in front of the gun and shouted:

"Stop!!" Confusion washed over me, and Michael took the opportunity to lunge forward and pull the woman behind him.

"Michael. Let her go!" I shook the gun forward to symbolize lack of fear, but the killer wasn't buying it. Grabbing my wrist, Michael twisted it, causing me to choke on a scream. Crushing the gun in his hand, he threw the remains off to the side. Focusing on me, Michael used his free hand to pick  me up by my neck and toss me into the house, holding onto the struggling woman.

"M-Michael.." Was all I managed to say before everything went dark.

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THIRD PERSON POV

Loomis woke up tied down to a bed with duct tape over his mouth and over his stomach. Looking around, he noticed that the room belonged to Judith... Michael's first victim. Attempting a scream, it was to no avail. Panic took over and Loomis struggled with his restraints once more. Nothing. No results. Shaking his head, Samuel just decided to hold still and listen. Maybe the woman from earlier could help him...

Maybe... maybe the two of them could escape!