"Michael! I have an idea. We should move away for awhile. Stay on the road... Then when everyone cools off a bit we come back. I can get an interview with the news... and tell them you've been taking care of me." Michael's eyes widened. What if they took her away. No. They couldn't. Michael would make the decisions.
He chose to act like he'd stick with the whole plan, nodding. Standing up, he began to pack, as did Carlisle. Her burnt arm had lost a bit of function and was covered in a nasty scab, but it was making progress. It didn't take them long to finish packing. Carefully picking Carlisle up, he slid her over his shoulder and picked up all of the luggage with ease. Carefully transporting everything into the car, he began to drive. After ten minutes in silence, Carlisle asked:
"Where are we going?"
Silence. As expected.
Do you think you'll... um.. miss it here? For however long we'll be gone. He slowly took his eyes from the road and just gave her a look she knew. Understanding. He knew that she would. Looking back at the road he continued to drive in silence. Today left both of them feeling drained and tired. Carlisle slowly drifted off as the darkness consumed her vision.
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Slowly light slipped through the cracks between Carlisle's eyelids as she lifted her head. She was in the back now, sprawled across the several seats. Hearing the sound of loud heaving, she looked towards the drivers seat to see Michael who was now wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with a different white mask on, pounding the steering wheel with bloody hands. It appeared he'd punched through the windshield and had yet to remove the glass shards from his hands.
"MICHAEL!" He stopped pounding, his heavy breathing filling the otherwise silent car.
"What the hell were you doing?! Look at your hands!" Carlisle crawled up to the passenger seat and pulled the first aid kit from the car floor. Giving the killer a stern and concerned expression, she held out a hand and nodded towards his.
"Give me your hands." He didn't budge.
"Michael Myers give me your damn hands." He listened that time, but with reluctance.
As she plucked out the glasses, she occasionally glanced up at him.
"Why did you do this?"
...Nothing.
"You're going to need stitches you know. Lots of 'em." Carlisle shook her head and poured rubbing alcohol on the wounds before drying them and beginning to stitch them.
"Damn. It's worse than I thought. Your poor hands..." He glanced up at her this time. It was hard to be angry with this situation that they'd both caused when she cared so much for his well being and went out of her way to show it. When she was done, the killer stared at her with a look she didn't recognize. A deep blush overtook her face as her eyes widened in shock. Lust almost. That was the best way to describe it. Although that wasn't exactly it... but close enough.
"I love you. Please be more careful. Whatever is pissing you off.... wait. I got an idea!" She reached into the glove compartment and after fishing around for awhile pulled out a pad and pen.
"Can you write?"
Of course he could. He snatched the items and placed the pad on his leg as a hard surface.
"So... what's making you mad? Why did you..." She didn't need to finish. He was already scrawling down the answer. Although his handwriting wasn't exactly what one would call 'neat', it was however still legible. He showed her what he wrote.
'THIS SITUATION IS AWFUL'
"I know.... But it'll get better. At least we still have each other. We're both alive. Also, I need to walk around for a bit. I'm getting carsick." They were in a parking lot, almost completely abandoned. He nodded and Carlisle exited the vehicle, taking a little walk. Michael watched through the rear view mirror.
And everything came together. Maybe they didn't need Haddonfield.... Maybe they could just live on the road. A new life. A chance to start over. And Carlisle just dropped to her knees and started crying. Not tears of sadness but joy. And she didn't even know why. Myers got out of the car quick, rushing towards Carlisle. He got on his knees and pulled her into a hug.
"Michael.. I'm not sad. I'm happy." She said pulling back. He cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Without Haddonfield we're free. We get to start over." She was right. A new life... A new everything.
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The Depression Of Repression (Michael Myers X OC)
Romantiek(I DO NOT OWN THE HALLOWEEN FRANCHISE OR IT'S CHARACTERS. ONLY MY OCS.) - This is a Michael Myers X OC story - Carlisle Nicole Kettering was not your average girl, by any means.... This anti social yo...
