The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)

Chapter 16- Complicated...

CARLISLE'S POV

I wish that I could've somehow gotten him to say it back... but Michael Myers is mute. The thing was though, I was just way too tired to even try. Especially considering that the entire town of Haddonfield was after us, me and Michael just needed rest... Letting my eyes flutter shut, I fell asleep...

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Opening my eyes, I was surprised not to see Michael Myers in front of me.. but he was gone. Shooting upwards, I looked around, not seeing anyone. Shit... something bad could've happened to him. What with the mob outside..... someone could hurt him. Standing up, I rushed up to the door only to realize that Michael had left it unlocked... why? He would never do that... unless someone else did. Running through the door-way, I looked side to side in search of the intruder... but at first glance, I saw nothing. But then, outta nowhere... someone grabbed me.

Before I could scream, the intruder had their hand over my mouth. The attacker slammed me against a wall, giving me the opportunity to make out that this person was wearing a clown mask and black clothes.... definitely a guy judging by his build. Aiming for the crotch, I kicked him as hard as possible and listened to the pained groan he let out as the stranger fell to the ground. But... right as I turned around... someone hit me in the head with a baseball bat...

And then all I saw was darkness...

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(THIRD PERSON POV)

Opening her mahogany eyes, Carlisle was met with the sight of a dimly lit garage. Sitting on a chair, Carlisle realized that her hands and ankles were tied and she had a rag in her mouth. Letting out as loud of a scream she could, Carlisle heard a laugh off to her right. Her head snapped in the sound's direction only to see a woman walking out of the shadows. She had her entire body covered in black, except the worn out (rather creepy looking) pink bunny mask covering her head.

"Y'know.... I never thought I'd see the day. The day that Myers got himself a steady piece of ass." The bunny dragged a metal baseball bat beside her as she slowly approached Carlisle. Growing angry with the comment, she tried to insult the attacker back, but the rag muffled her R-rated roasts.

"But who in the hell thought his bitch was gonna be lil' miss Carlisle Kettering?" Carlisle's eyes widened at the mention of her full name as the attacker froze in place, bending down so that she was eye-level with Carlisle.

"So, tell me.... where's the psycho?" She would never find him, but regardless... Carlisle was pissed off and head-butted the pink bunny, causing her to drop the baseball bat and stumble backwards.

"Rag her!!!" The rabbit shouted, and someone suddenly grabbed Carlisle by her hair yanking her head back. Before the frightened woman could shake herself free, a wet rag was placed over her face, instantly causing her to gasp for air. Water torture. A raspy, male voice cackled behind her as he dampened the rag again and forced it over Carlisle's panicked face.

Endless screams to no avail continued for another hour and a half before the two attackers gave her a break. The bunny gripped onto the collar of Carlisle's shirt, causing the chair's legs to leave the ground. In a low, threatening voice, the attacker said:

"...Now.... Where is he?!!" Carlisle attempted to answer again, but nothing came out. Rolling her eyes, the bunny ripped the rags out of Carlisle's mouth, giving her the opportunity to speak. Frantically, Carlisle answered honestly.

"I have no clue!! He was gone this morning. Please! Please... You have to believe me!" The bunny smirked before letting go of Carlisle's shirt, causing the chair to fall on it's side.

"I don't have to believe shit." Kicking Carlisle in the stomach, the rabbit stepped over her only to hear the sound of dripping. Walking further into the blinding darkness, she called for the man wearing the clown mask.

"Scott? Scott?" Nothing. No response. Until her arm brushed something pointy. Reaching for the object, she realized it was Scott's nose. He'd been gutted and hung upside down. 

"No! NOOO!" But the pink rabbit slipped on her friend's intestines before she could back away too far. Suddenly, she felt someone pick her up by the back of her black shirt. As the mystery person turned bunny around, she came face to face with the ghostly mask of Michael Myers himself!

"I-It can't be- YeeaaaAARRRGHHHH!" Michael slid his knife right above her naval before digging it into her gut. Knowing what the disgusting screams and sounds of gore were, Carlisle knew it was Michael and couldn't help but smile in relief. While he would love to make her death last much longer, Myers had to help Carlisle. Giving the knife one last slash, he dropped the body and walked towards Carlisle.

After untying her and helping Carlisle up, he was shocked with a slap on the face. Michael had been hit so hard that the sound echoed throughout the garage. With wide eyes, the killer snapped his head back in her direction.

"What the fuck Michael?! What took you so FUCKING LONG?!?!?!" Carlisle spat the words out as though they were venom.

"D'you even know what they did?... huh? They fuckin' waterboarded me!! They waterboarded me again and again for what felt like forever. They pulled my hair and kicked me... AND YOU JUST SAT BACK AND WATCHED!!!!"

Michael reached a hand forward but Carlisle slapped it away while making direct eye-contact with him.

"Don't.... don't touch me."

Who would've thought that it only takes three simple words to hurt Michael Myers long-forgotten feelings?

His expression changed from surprise to hurt to anger as he roughly tossed Carlisle over his shoulder. Storming off, he made his way back to the hideout and shoved her down the stairs, slamming the door shut and locking it. Needing time to clear his head, Myers decided he'd leave her alone for a day or two.... 

This was too much.