The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)

Chapter 14 - Against Her Will

 Michael Myers dragged the struggling Carlisle back to her room, shut and locked the door behind him and tossed her on the bed, giving her a disapproving stare. The panicked young woman crawled backwards on the bed till her back hit the wall as she tried to formulate an excuse.... but she couldn't.

"I-I'm sorry I ran away... B-but I w-was so scared." By the time Carlisle finished her sentence tears were streaming down her cheeks and sobs rattled through her thin frame. It was seconds before Michael walked towards her and carefully wrapped his arms around Carlisle, stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe her. Seeing as there was nothing else to do, the woman just cried into his broad chest until she couldn't cry anymore.

Eventually Carlisle fell asleep, and the large killer took this opportunity to lay her down in bed and leave the room to pay Loomis a visit. Stalking to Judith's room, Myers didn't make a sound....although that was to be expected. By the time Michael entered, Samuel was awake and appeared to have been waiting. Michael slowly walked around the bed until he stood beside Loomis's face.

"Hello Michael. That girl, you're going to sacrifice her, aren't you?" No response. Michael simply stared down at the old man.

"If you allow her to go free, you can kill me." Still, no response. Michael wasn't letting Carlisle go, and Samuel was to be tortured. Michael was going to enjoy this....

"Michael.... If you keep her... will you stop this madness? The family killing?" No promises but... maybe if no one bothered him and Carlisle... maybe he could make an exception.

"I-if I call off the search for you... will you stop this?" Myers couldn't trust Loomis to go free without giving away his location... but even if he did, Michael would break out again. Maybe... maybe he could give this a try...

-CARLISLE'S POV-

I woke up in that damned bedroom that Myers locked me in... Upon realizing that I had fallen asleep, I sat up straight and called out:

"Michael?" Nothing. No door slamming.

Standing up, I ran for the door and placed my ear against it, hoping to hear something... Anything. Instead... I got nothing. 'Dammit!' Quickly, I sneaked back to bed and laid down, waiting for the killer to return. Hopefully it would be awhile before he came back, but that eerie feeling that he gave me arrived and I knew that he wasn't far. Holding still, I let my eyes fall closed and suddenly felt a cold draft. Michael Myers. The bed dipped beside me and I knew that he could tell I was faking. Opening my eyes, I stared at him just like how he stared at me. 

"Did you kill him?" I asked, hoping he'd shake his head... but as always, Michael just stared at me.

"Michael... c-can I see your face?" I sat up hesitantly as fear raced through my veins. 'He will get mad. I shouldn't have asked....' My thoughts were interrupted when he slowly brought his hands up to the mask and very carefully pulled it off, avoiding my eyes. Crawling towards him, I cupped his face like before and brought it towards my own. Realizing that our faces were mere inches apart, a huge blush crawled up my cheeks and my breathing hitched. Looking into his dark orbs, I jumped a bit. Despite not wearing his mask, Michael's stare would always startle me.

But then the large killer pulled me into his lap, facing him. Surely at this point I had to be as red as a tomato.... But does that mean that... I like him?!

-THIRD PERSON POV-

Michael Myers wanted something terribly bad... the one thing that he was denied his whole life. Love. And Carlisle had enough love to give for him. He nuzzled his head into her warm neck and wrapped his arms around her waist. Michael's shields and walls were crashing down... all because of her... and he felt bad about trying to kill her. This giant of a man had likely traumatized and romantically confused her beyond recognition. 

Her breathing hitched as she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, causing Michael to flinch at first.... And then she asked a daring question:

"M-Michael... D-Do you... care about me?" The killer's eyes widened as he pulled back to look at her... did he? Yes. But did she?

"Do you?" She looked directly into his eyes as bravery filled her body. For once in his life, the killer regretted being mute. As he attempted to speak, only odd sounds escaped from his lips and he watched as she tilted her head to the side in confusion-just like he did. Myers realized that there was only one thing he could do. As tears began to fill his eyes, Michael slowly leaned forward and lifted a hand from her waist to Carlisle's cheek. As his eyes fluttered closed, she did the same and heat rose in her cheeks. Michael's lips lightly brushed her own and it gave him the feeling of... connection. Pulling back, he noticed how red her face was and cocked his head to the side at her odd blushing.

Realization hit her and Carlisle suddenly understood that he meant 'yes.' The killer released the woman for a moment to slip his mask back on... immediately making him feel protected. Carlisle smiled and looked down, unsure of what to say or do.
'What now?' She didn't know.

The sound of a loud crash outside caught both Carlisle and Michael's attention. Lifting the petite woman off of him, Myers practically threw her onto the bed without a sideways glance. Storming out of the room and locking the door, rage had clearly overtaken the 6'7" killer. Shaking her head and letting out a sigh, Carlisle attempted to gather her thoughts... It wasn't long before the woman grew restless and got out of bed. Approaching the window, she pulled the blanket covering it back and looked down to see a large crowd of people...

 Whatever was going on out there... wasn't good.