HALLOWEEN

Chapter 5

October 30th, Russellville Motor Inn

"In a rare case study, Doctor Samuel Loomis spoke of Michael as 'pure evil', he had properly given up on his own patient" Aaron spoke, he was sitting at the small desk with paperwork scattered across the table. "I don't understand how he could abandon his own patient like that". He went through each page slowly, his eyes scanning over the documents. He came across one of a photo, an older man in a long brown coat. It was Doctor Loomis.

The eyes of the Devil; by Doctor Samuel Loomis; After Michael was recaptured and locked away, I suggested termination. I know I swore to uphold the law and help, but Michael needs to die, he deserves to die. Laurie Strode agrees with me, she willingly spoke with me and admitted that she wished Michael would simply die. As justice for her friends, she needs the closure and Michael dying is the only way to make it happen.

I met this six-year-old child with these-

Aaron folded the page over and slipped into his bag, as he done so his hand brushed over the helm of the latex Myers mask stashed away in his bag. His fingers curled around the mask and he dragged it out and examined it. He looked at the eye-holes, his own eyes becoming plastered. He turned the mask around and separated the hairline, revealing the slit. He lifted it and slid it on and looked around the room. He felt his body temperature rise quickly, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He sat up, turned and moved away from the chair and flicked the light off. In the bathroom was Dana, showering running and hot water pooling around her, leaving a wall of steam to fog her vision. Quietly opening the bathroom door was Aaron, the mask still firmly in place. He moved like Michael, stalked like Michael, didn't make a sound like Michael. He walked towards the shower curtain where he could see Dana, hands up in her hair as she moved about in the small space.

He quickly removed his clothing, leaving his bare body standing with only the Myers mask still on. He reached up, grabbed the curtain and yanked it across. Breaking one of the pins in the process. Dana lifted her hands, closed her eyes and released a loud scream of terror that made Aaron jump also. She turned and pushed him back and nearly lost her footing and dropped in fear. When Aaron reached up and removed the mask, chucking it out into the room he laughed loudly.

Dana cursed. "You asshole!"

Laughing, Aaron stepped into the hot stream of water. He gasped at the heat as Dana smirked up at him, water ran across their bodies and he lent down and kissed her. Her slender hands grabbed at his hips, pulling him in close. They danced together, their bodies gliding along each other. Moans, groans and gasps filled the room. Dana lifted her head as he slid beneath her jawline, leaving kisses up and down her neck. Her eyes flashed to the open door where the mask was, it was looking directly at them, it's cold glare sent a shiver down her spine.

A banged up Ute came crashing up the driveway of the Motor Inn that morning, the bumper scrapped against the concrete. Heads turned as it disappeared around the back. It came to a stop, the engine cutting out and the driver's side door opening. Michael looked around before silently leaving the Ute, with the door left open he approached the back door of the structure. Connected to the Motor Inn was a cafe, a petrol station and the motel at the end. Michael pulled open the back door and stepped into the back of the petrol station where he could hear loud rock music playing.

"I have to use the loo really quickly" Dana announced as she climbed from the car.

"Okay" Aaron replied, he was standing at the pump putting fuel in when he turned and looked at her.

"Do you want anything from the shops?" She then asked.

"No".

She pulled open the door and walked inside and looked around. The cashier looked up from his magazine as she approached.