Why Her? (Michael Myers' Lovers FanFic)

Chapter 3

Michael's POV

I ran as fast as I could and football tackled her to safety. The car sped by without looking back or stopping. And people wonder why I murder people. They're selfish, inconsiderate pricks. I looked down at her, she was out cold. I rubbed the back of my neck as I stood up. I really outdid myself. I probably killed her. I picked her up and carried her home. I laid her on her bed, took off her shoes, and covered her up. I paced back and forth in her room, lost for words. "Why'd you save her? Why didn't you kill her? Why didn't you leave her? Why'd you kill someone for her?" Questions just filled my mind until I gripped my knife hard and became outraged by the stress she was causing. I plunged it down right at her. 

But it stabbed right beside her head, making the feathers fall out her pillow. The normal rush I felt from getting to pry my sweet knife into human flesh wasn't there. I felt almost remorseful.  I caved in. "I can't... kill her.."

Charlotte's POV

I woke up with the worst headache. I felt like I was hit by a truck. I rubbed my head and sat up slowly. I placed my feet on the ground and attempted to get up to fall flat on my butt. I looked down at myself and noticed I reeked of alcohol and my dress had some spots of blood on it. I assumed it was my period blood. "Oh great.. Thanks mother natur-" I looked up and I saw a man. A tall one. He was about 6'7, with a white mask, a navy suit, and black boots. My mouth dropped. I stood up, rubbed my eyes, and he was gone. As if it was a dream. I thought back to what those kids told me last night. "Was that.. Michael Myers...?" It couldn't be. I refused to believe it. I waddled my way to the bathroom to wash my face. I must of inhaled too much shit last night because I'm off the charts right now. "What even happened last night.." I thought. I went and replayed everything in my head step by step. "Party, yes.. Truth or Dare, yes.. Nearly drowned, yes... ran away, apparently.. Home?" I couldn't put it together. It was Saturday morning and I had better things to do than worry about how messed up the world is. I got in the shower, got dressed, and was preparing to go to work. I stepped out the house and noticed some daisies and a letter sitting on my porch. I assumed that Brenda or Keesha put them there to apologize. Deep down, I slightly forgave them but I had to get to work. I smelled them, went inside, placed them in water, and brought a little snack for the cat. I set it down in our normal meeting spot and I left.

Michael's POV

I left. Came back, she was still out cold. I really started to think I killed her. I don't mind but I've never accidentally killed someone! The horror! I left again, picked her some flowers for when she woke up. I walked back in her home and heard a loud thud. I bolted up the stairs and to my surprise, she was awake. She looked cute. Her hair was tousled, her dress was lax on her body, and the face she was making was priceless. Her sleepy eyes analysed herself. Maybe I should of changed her clothes? No, stupid, of course not. Michael Myers doesn't care about such trivial things. As I was in thought, I saw her look up at me. Her body tensed up and so did mine. She rubbed her eyes and I took that moment get out. I got down stairs and heard the shower start to run. I looked out the window and saw that cat walking the streets again. He's probably waiting for her to feed him. I decided to walk back up to check on her. I walked in the bathroom and saw her silhouette through the shower curtains. Her body was perfectly round and curvy. Her breasts were too desirable and as I moved down to her rumb, I just couldn't help but get closer. All of a sudden, the shower stopped and I remembered again I was suppose to be leaving. I left the flowers by her door, left a small note, and made my way back to my home. I watched her leave. She was in a uniform so she must of been heading to work. I would kill this girl today. I assured myself she was like the rest of the world, meaningless.

Charlotte's POV

Several hours later, I was homebound and excited. I only made minimum wage and I hated what I did but we all have to make a living somehow. At least I'm not throwing ass and expecting cash. Although I have pride, I'm pretty good looking if I do say so myself. I could make a lot of money if I really wanted to. I smirked to myself, laughing inside at how vain I was. 

 All I wanted to do was go home, watch a good movie, and sleep for a little bit. And that's exactly what I did. When I entered the house, I remembered the note that was left and decided to read it. It was a stained and dirty piece of paper. I opened it slowly and read it. "Sorry. Feel Better." I knew they wanted to apologize for being assholes last night but they could of tried harder with the paper. I ran upstairs, changed my clothes, plopped on the couch, and start binge watching Black Mirror. Slowly, I drifted asleep.

~Charlotte's Dream~

I was walking, aimlessly. I saw people pass me by. My mother, my father, my sister, my old friends, my new "friends" everyone was dying before me. Then, I saw that man. He was standing at the end of the road. My body wouldn't let me turn around so I kept going. His knife was glistening in the moonlight. "Is he going to die too? Is he going to kill me? Is he the cause of these deaths?" I got closer and he remained still. As I was a few feet away from him, he dropped his weapon and pointed behind me. Death was chasing me. I couldn't run, turn, hide... I just continued to walk down my road until the mist consumed me. I start to hyperventilate. I didn't want to die yet. I did everything in my power to get away but I couldn't. Suddenly, I saw a hand. I grabbed it and I was yanked out of my despair. It was Michael Myers. He lifted me up and started running. Death was far behind but he didn't stop. He refused to let me go so soon. The killer who saved me from death.

Michael's POV

I've never felt so bored before. Normally, when I'm bored, I'd go and make dice out of people. But, my mind was telling me to do otherwise tonight. I walked across the street to her home. Mask on, knife in hand, and a feeling that I couldn't grasp creeping in my chest. Maybe since I've put off killing her too long, this feeling will dissipate when I finally end her. Yea.. sounds about right. I lurked through the shadows of her home as I saw her enter. She looked exhausted but still glowing with beauty. She went upstairs, came back down, and moments later.. She was asleep on the couch. I went up to her slowly, set my knife down on the table, and stared at her for a few seconds.. Minutes. I felt something that was different than the other people I slaughter. I tried to convince myself that all I had to do was kill her and the feeling would dissipate. But, deep down inside of me I felt I'd regret it. I placed my hands around her throat gently. I didn't squeeze, yet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Why was I hesitating? I've strangled people many times before. All of a sudden, she started sweating. She tossed and turned as if she were fighting something in her sleep. I kneeled down in front of her and started stroking her hair. I surprised myself but it was an instinct I didn't know was embedded in me. I came to the realization that I didn't want to see her hurt or in pain. She soon calmed down and I stood up. I left another note on her counter and I left. 

Charlotte's POV

I woke up to the news blasting in my ear. "Local college student Josh Willburg was found dead on Elm Street with a severed head. Locals assumed it was an intoxicated driver who hit and ran over the young man." I was silent for a moment. I thought about the small time we shared together. My reminiscing ended and my mind started to wander.  I started to go cold. Maybe I was cursed, and everyone I knew would die eventually. The thought made me shed some tears. Death was something I completely stopped crying for until now. I wiped my tears and got up to grab something to eat. I saw a piece of paper sitting on the counter and I was slightly nervous. It looked like the first paper, but how'd they get into my house? I had mixed emotions about opening it but I did anyways.

"We'll meet on Halloween."