His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {Rewrite}

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Michael's bloodlust messed with his mind as he stalked his prey; a brunette woman in her mid-twenties. She was talking on the phone, not noticing the man watching her from the side. His grip on the knife tightened, his thoughts turning twisted and threatening. The killer had slipped into his slaughterous mindset - one which allowed him to hunt like an animal. It was almost like anger management to Michael, allowing his emotions to lash out instead of hurting him. But he flickered between his animalistic thinking and worrying about (Y/n).

Did she hate him? After all, he'd shown her exactly how dangerous he could be. (Y/n) had seen the real him - the one which people feared. Michael hadn't meant to scare her, of course, but he felt cornered. His clinginess had him constantly paranoid - fretting that without her full attention, it meant that she no longer loved him. He pushed those painful accusations away and thought back to the task at hand; wiping out this waste of a woman. Her call had now ended, the lady slipping the phone back into her bag and continuing down the street. No one else was around - it was oddly quiet for a late afternoon.

Michael followed her every move, growing closer and closer towards the woman with every passing second. She didn't even notice, too busy walking. Her mistake. The killer's hand clamped around the back of her neck and held her in place; using his other hand to slam the kitchen knife through her body. The woman tried to scream but only a choked sob came out - Michael covering her mouth after releasing her neck. She writhed against his rough hand and then went limp as he stabbed her through the back a few more times.

This pleased the killer, but only for a moment. Then his thoughts drifted back to his other half, pining to be in her presence and protect her again. He couldn't stand being away from (Y/n), especially when he knew Lucian was still alive. The other male probably hadn't given up, so he should go back soon - whether she liked it or not. Michael murdered a few more random citizens before moving towards (Y/n)'s house, hoping she would no longer want to be left alone. He disliked leaving her home alone, but she told him to get out - so what more could he do?

The stalker let out a silent sigh and eventually got to (Y/n)'s house, shock flitting across his eyes when he saw her front door wide open. Why would it be open? He panicked and slipped in, pushing the door shut as he tried to listen for any signs of life. There was no creaking from upstairs, no sounds from downstairs...had she left the house? Was this like when she went to the movies without telling him? Or had Lucian made another move without him realising? Fuck, he never should have left her alone! What had he been thinking?!

First he checked upstairs, his eyes scanning the empty bedroom and feeling even more stressed when she wasn't there. After clearing the upstairs he hurried back downstairs, agitated and upset that he hadn't found her yet. Michael wandered into the kitchen and spotted the broken glass on the floor, bending down to touch the sharp splinters. (Y/n) was extremely careful with things, she would never break a glass just like that. Unless...Unless she was startled. He held one of the shards, curling his fist into a hand as he grew angry. Lucian must've caught her unaware.

Blood trickled down onto the ground from his palm and he opened his hand again, the shard cutting into his skin. The pain didn't affect Michael, though it did make him focus. He didn't have time to be beating himself up right now. He had to find (Y/n), and fast. Holding his trusty knife in hand, the killer stormed out of the house and crossed the street, heading towards Lucian's home - intent on revenge. The darkness of night hid him like a cloak; no one catching the stalker as he broke down the door. He couldn't hear anything, so he wasn't sure if anyone was home. But he was still on edge.

Michael entered the house and searched the downstairs roughly; knocking things over as he kept on looking for (Y/n). Vases got smashed to the ground, tables and chairs got shoved out of the way, and other trinkets got demolished due to the killer's angry distress. The clock in the kitchen ticked on, silence filling the stalker's ears and pushing him further. He began to resent the quiet - wrapping one hand around the clock and throwing it towards the ground. Michael then stamped on it, furious tears threatening to prick at his eyelids whilst his panic increased.

He didn't know where to look now - because if she wasn't at home nor here, where else could (Y/n) be? Lucian could've taken her miles away by now. Michael was about to give up searching the house and leave, but he heard a creak from upstairs; causing him to tighten his hold on the knife and make his way up the stairs slowly. A soft sob sounded from one of the bedrooms, the faint cry coming from a female. Perhaps it was (Y/n) ex-friend Gabriella? She had to know where Lucian would take his girl. Michael effortlessly broke the lock on the door and entered, tilting his head in confusion at what was in front of him.

How could he not be? It wasn't everyday that Michael saw a girl erotically strung to the bed with a rag tied around her mouth. The stalker guessed Lucian had taken his...fantasies a little too far, what with his 'love' for his sister and all. She was dressed in very sexual pyjamas, which made Michael feel a little awkward. The only female he'd liked to look at like that was-...never mind. Thinking that Gabby was in on the abduction too, he cut her from her restraints with his knife before slamming her against the wall - holding his sharp weapon against her neck menacingly.

"No stop! Please...it's not what you think." She cried out in fear, surprising Michael. Last time he'd met the girl, she'd been feisty and fierce with him. Now she was scared and soft-spoken.

He scowled but didn't press the knife any tighter, cocking his head to the side as he demanded she continue. "Lucian...he's gone completely crazy. He-He's out of control. After he...I mean, after we spent some time together, he drugged me and kept me here." Gabby wearily explained.

Michael froze, not expecting Gabby to be innocent. He itched to kill her - to slice her throat and be done with this bitch, but she was his only chance to find (Y/n). The stalker snarled silently, swiping the wallpaper instead and causing it to rip savagely. She breathed out, the killer backing away a few steps and waiting for a more in-depth answer. She'd better have one, or she'd suffer further. Michael waited impatiently as she tried not to breakdown, her shaky breaths becoming calmer after a minute or two.

"We both know what he wants, Michael. He wants revenge on both of you. Lucian wants the two of you to suffer at his hand." Gabby spoke unhappily, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding her elbows with each hand.

"This is all my fault. It's my fault (Y/n)'s in danger, and it's my fault she could die. It's all my fault, all my fault..." She whispered brokenly, hanging her head whilst she stared at the floor. Michael's frustration began to rise again, and so he yanked her up by the wrist - not having time for a pity party. He only felt emotions around (Y/n), therefore he didn't feel anything for the guilt-ridden girl in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I just-...I'll help you find her. Lucian won't have killed her yet. He'll...He'll want to drag this out." She snapped out of her shameful state and began to think, running her hands through her wavy short hair.

Michael gave a disgusted nod; definitely despising Lucian at this point. Although this worked out in the stalker's favour, that didn't mean he enjoyed the suffering his soulmate was going through. She'd been through enough pain already, with losing her father and almost losing her mother. She'd been betrayed by her best friend, she was never allowed a hand at friendship during her childhood...the unfairity of it all made Michael's blood boil - causing him to grow even more impatient. He started to pace back and forth, aggravated by his lack of activeness.

"My brother will probably go somewhere that's abandoned...where no one will find them. He's smart so that place will probably be nearby. But where? Where will that be? Can you think of any places?" Gabby thought aloud, her quick-thinking coming into play.

Michael knew of a few neglected buildings so he dipped his head - turning to face the door. He knew she had to get dressed to come with - the killer wasn't about to go on an adventure with an undressed, half-human girl. Eventually the girl appeared at his side; wearing a leather jacket, a white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings. At least she was dressed now. He didn't wait for her to say she was ready, Michael simply leaving the room and descending down the stairs. With his bloodstained weapon and annoying ally by his side, he set off down the dark street; intending to track down and rescue his girl.