The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)

Chapter 15- Haddonfield Hero

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"Reporting live from the Myers residence, I'm Meghan Greene.... and tonight, a certain killer has been released. Yes, Michael Myers is now officially a free man. Sam Loomis recently called off the searches, saying "He has found a distraction. Her name is Carlisle... and she is now to stay with Michael. As long as she does this, he will be distracted enough to avoid killing as long as they Myers house is avoided." So now what we are all asking is: who is this Carlisle.... and why has she heroically decided to stay with Myers? Well, that's what this crowd is trying to figure out. Many of them want to but the mass murderer away, but it doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon." A news reporter spoke into a camera. Carlisle backed away from the window into something hard.

She jumped back against the wall only to see Michael Myers standing behind her. With everything going on... she was scared. In a weird way she liked staying with  him. Michael made her feel safe.. and he gave her more attention than any other person had. The crowd also appeared violent. Without thinking, the stressed woman jumped forward and wrapped her arms around Michael's middle. Wrapping his arms around the distressed Carlisle, he cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Michael, I'm... I'm scared." Despite her voice being muffled by his mechanic suit, he heard it immediately and removed a hand from Carlisle's waist to lift her chin. Slowly, Michael spread his rough hand and rubbed a dirty thumb over her cheek. Instinctively, Carlisle leaned into his palm and thought for a moment. This thing... this thing going on between her and the infamous killer Michael Myers... was it a relationship? Admittedly she liked him and he felt the same-

Before she could finish her thoughts, a rock slammed through the window behind her. Yet again, she jumped right into Michael's chest and he took a few steps back, distancing them from the window. Suddenly, the scent of something burning caught Michael's attention. Smoke slid underneath the door alerting both of them what was happening. A fire.Tossing Carlisle over his shoulder, Michael punched out the rest of the glass in the window and carefully crawled out. Fire grew upon the rooftop and seemed to be chasing the pair. Cautiously stepping on the roof's shingles, Michael suddenly heard screams. It was Carlisle. Having no time, Myers hopped onto the roof of the house beside his and knelt down, pulling her off of his shoulder and right in front of him.

There was a terrible burn consuming her entire left arm. This was pretty severe... and it seemed that some of her skin was falling off! He swung her over his shoulder again and slowly climbed down the side of the house. Speed walking towards a car before him, he somehow managed to pick the lock and sat Carlisle in the passengers seat. Speeding off, she seemed to be holding back sobs at the immense pain shooting up her arm. Parking at a random house several blocks away, Michael moved towards her and ripped off his shirt sleeve, carefully wrapping it around her arm. Slipping off his mask and darting into the shadows, Myers got out of the car before retrieving Carlisle and tossing her over his shoulder. Yet again picking a lock, the infamous killer entered another one of his hideouts.

It wasn't long before Carlisle found herself standing by the sink with Michael gently cleaning her burnt arm. She tried hard not to scream as he finished up, dried it, and wrapped it up in bandages from a first aid kit. He gave her some Ibuprofen and guided her to the basement where he kept a dirty old mattress, all of the household weapons. Slowly making her way down the steps, Michael watched as she held onto his arm while attempting to lay on the mattress. Once in, Carlisle looked up at the mask-less killer before her. With millions of thoughts rushing through her head... she couldn't help but think those three words:

'I love you..'

But in her mind, it was unlikely that he felt the same or would react positively. Kicking his shoes off, Michael surprisingly crawled into bed beside her... staring at her while laying on his back. And the next few days just seemed to pass with Carlisle healing and Michael rarely leaving. They got closer and closer it seemed all the while that the woman argued with herself over how she felt.... she couldn't. Could she?

And so after four days.... she decided that enough was enough. She'd tell him. It was 11:23 PM, and Myers had just got home from killing. The only reason that he killed this time was for the wallets and clothing of the couple he'd come across. Quietly entering the room, the 6'7" killer rid himself f his dirty, worn out shoes and slid underneath the covers. Carlisle had laid down forty-five minutes earlier. Turning around, she guided her hands underneath the mask and slid it off of his head, which he oddly enough- didn't seem to mind.

Now she could see the shadow of his face a tad bit better. The nervous woman began to run her thumbs over his cheeks as she worked up the courage to say those three special words... And then, she did.

"M...Michael, I... I uh... I love you." And she only had seconds before the killer wrapped her in a tight hug, burying his face into her neck. That wasn't at all what she expected. Wrapping hesitant arms around Michael, Carlisle tried her best to secure the much bigger person in a comforting hug. Eventually, he pulled away and she could see that his eyes were glassy with potential tears. Was this the first time someone told him they loved him? It appeared that way.

But now here she was... wishing he'd say it back. But, Michael was mute... so it was a silly thing to want...

Wasn't it?