His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {Rewrite}

✗Chapter 27: Bleak Breakout✗

"Y-You don't understand, I can't stay here!" You said in a frightened voice, stiffening up due to the knife right next to your head. Your response made the killer frustrated again, his hand gripping the weapon harder than before.

"You wanted to see Angel, didn't you? You fought against all odds to track her down and get your family back. So why can't you let me do the same?" You were desperate and he saw that; Michael releasing his hold on the knife.

"Why can't you...Why can't you understand that? Why can't you see that I need my mom and my best friend?" Tears leaked from your lashes as you began to cry - too lonely to keep being brave.

"I don't want to be isolated. I don't want to be alone. I-I want... I want my family." You whispered heartbrokenly, clutching your chest.

"Don't do this to me. Please Michael...Please." You gave begging your last shot - gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

The stalker cupped your cheeks with his rough hands; cradling your face and stroking your skin like he had before. He stared at you with warm blue orbs, no sign of frustration present. Why was he...no longer angry...? Michael then leant his mask's forehead against yours, turning his previous anger to affection as he relaxed his intimidating stance.

W-What was he thinking-? And why were you not creeped out by his sudden swings of intimacy? You closed your eyes, feeling a little comforted by his endearing gesture. It was probably Stockholm Syndrome, but it was helping you stay stable for whatever reason. Michael then moved you out of the way gently, opened the door and left, locking the door behind him. W-What the-?!

"N-No, wait! Let me out! Michael!" You snapped out of your shy state and tugged at the doorknob, embarrassed by how easily he'd tricked you. He'd taken advantage of how weak you were feeling, and used that to keep you there!

"I swear you'll be sorry if you don't open this door!" You threatened viciously, pounding the wood with your fists. Then you stopped fighting, realising how futile it was. You were locked in the room...you just had to accept it.

"What am I even meant to do in a dusty, old-" You stopped speaking as you turned around, the bookshelf catching your attention.

Hmm...Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to wait and trick Michael into releasing you. Reading books and then pretending to be docile could be your way out of here. You just had to play it smart...like he had. So you spent most of the day going through the bookshelf, ignoring the girly magazines and the shitty smut books. Who had lived in this room?

Thinking back, it was probably Judith - the sister who you'd seen treating Michael like shit since you moved to Haddonfield fifteen years ago. She seemed like the typical teenager, obsessed with seducing boys and looking good. That would explain why most of her books were shit as well. You didn't even want to touch Fifty Shades Of Grey and the other erotic novels.

Eventually you grew bored of the books and looked out of the window, seeing the sun sink into the landscape whilst you became impatient. When was Michael planning on coming back? Why were you left alone? This wasn't fair! With a growl you threw one of the stupid magazines at the wall, hungry and irritated. You changed your plan - you had to escape. And you had to escape now.

So your other strategy was to slam yourself against the door; causing pain to shoot up your entire body and forcing you to stumble back. But anxiety and rage took hold, making you try your body-slamming plan again. And again. And again. It didn't matter that your arm was bruised and stinging, it didn't matter that you were upset, and it didn't matter that it might not work. You weren't giving up.

"I~am~not~staying~here~!" You chanted after each attempt, tears running down your face once more.

These were physical-pain tears rather than emotional tears, but it's not like that was much better. After the last word the door actually broke; meaning you fell into the walkway with a bloody shoulder. It...It worked...Wait, it worked! Scrambling to your feet you took off down the hallway, half-limping and half-running. You could just fix your injuries later. For now, you had to get back home and find safety.

You flung open the Myers's front door and made your way towards the sidewalk, shivering from the cold and your wounds. You had to find your mother and Gabby - you had to make sure they were alright. After hurrying across the road you skidded to a stop, shock spreading across your face faster than freaking Sonic. Police tape was wrapped around your house, the autumn wind blowing it out of place slightly.

W-Why was there police tape-? Perhaps so no one would trespass whilst you were gone. That had to be it. You'd just take the key from under the mat and- Your face grew pale when you realised that the key was missing. Someone had taken it! How were you meant to get inside now? This was terrible! More tears pricked the corner of your eyes but you roughly wiped them aside; determined to find safety and shelter.

You could go to Gabby's - surely she would help you. Yeah...Gabby was a reliable choice. You traipsed over to her house instead, knocking on her door anxiously. Minutes passed, the empty house only adding to your paranoia. They couldn't be dead - Michael couldn't have gotten her too! What was going on!? You knocked again, your fist hammering against the wood - similar to earlier.

"Gabby? Hey Gabby! This isn't a joke, I really need you!" You grew panicked and peeked inside her living room window. No lights on, but maybe-...Her stuff was gone.

"Oh no...nonono...what do I do?" You whimpered helplessly, taking steps backwards as you left Gabby's house. Where was she? Where was your mother? Why were you so...so isolated from everybody?

"What do we have here?"A voice came from the right of you, and you turned to see a group of intoxicated men heading your way.

"You look a bit lost." Another one joined in, grinning.

"Lookin' a little banged up, sweets~" A third male added maliciously.

"I-I'm fine, thank you." You shakily replied, moving away from them. They were like a pack of wolves, hungry whilst they eyed you as prey. Let's just say it wasn't a great feeling.

"Why don't you come with us and we'll...fix you right up~?" The first one cooed deceitfully, trying to coax you into a dodgy situation.

"I said I'm fine! Get the fuck away from me!" Your temper flared up and they all laughed; one even throwing their empty can at you.

"Hear that boys? I said I'm fine!" The second one imitated your voice as he purposely made it higher - making you grit your teeth.

"I'd be careful if I were you...I just escaped Michael Myers. I made him sorry...and I'll make you all sorry too." You tried another tactic; making yourself look mentally unstable. It seemed to get to a few of them, the boys now backing down a little.

"Alright, alright, no need to be such a bitch about it." The third one shrugged and swigged the rest of his beer, turning away.

You didn't even reply, in fact you took off down the street and got away from them - going into the woods so no one would think you were actually unstable. You could take a shortcut through the woods to the police station, which should hopefully guarantee your safety. But what you didn't account for was your sanity dipping into negative numbers - another panic attack surrounding you.

With a choked sob you collapsed to the ground; your heartbeat racing as you began to shake. Your whole situation was grim, making you have a pessimistic outlook on absolutely everything. Gabby was probably dead, your mother was probably dead, and Laurie was definitely dead. You were all alone. And there was nothing you could do about it. You wouldn't be able to make it to the police station in this messed-up and injured condition.

Thinking back to Laurie's death you actually threw up - repulsed by the dead bodies that you'd encountered. Stomach acid dripped from your mouth, tears and watery vomit splashing to the ground in front of you. The panic and paranoia you felt at this very moment was unbearable; your emotions causing you to freeze up completely. How were you meant to keep surviving in this state?