Fear (Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers)

Chapter 4, Page 15

Michael's POV

When Jason was gone out the door, I sighed and plopped onto the couch. I hope he'll be okay, well, he does this pretty much everyday. He'll be fine. I sighed, still having thoughts about if he won't come back. I started hyperventilating and crying, the hot tears falling onto my lap.

    The door opened. Jason was back, I heard heavy footsteps. I smiled calming down, but somethings wrong... I turned around quickly, standing up feeling dizzy as I did so. There was a group of people dressed in dark red robes. The one who was standing in the front ran and jumped on me, knocking me down. He stuck a needle in my arm and injected whatever was in it into my arm. I gasped, falling down and being picked up. It was black, I could still feel though, I can't move eather.

   I was thrown carelessly into the back of some sort of vehicle. Judging by the size it was probably a van. My shoulder hit the hard metal of the van as they slammed the doors shut. I realized that there were two men in the back with me, they took off my mask and pushed me into a closed off area, sort of like a small jail cell.

"This ones cute." One of them said sadly.

"Yeah, what should we do?" The other said.

"Can we some how wake him up?" There was shifting as the door opened again.

"Don't get hurt." The other one shook my shoulders. Psh, like that would work.

"How do we do this?" The other one said as he took me from the other one. As he shook me one more time, I got feeling back to my arms and hands. I opened my eyes. I moved my arm up to grab his wrist, stopping him for shaking me again.

"O-oh. Hi." He said, worried. I sat up, moving him over to the other one.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him, the blank face of my mask scaring him. I made an okay symbol with my hand and a thumbs up.

"🕈♒♋⧫ ♒♋pp♏■♏♎✍" (All translations will be after. "What happened?") They looked at me confused.

"What was that?" I repeated myself.

"English." He said slowly, like I was an alien.

"👍♋■ ⍓□◆ ■□⧫ ◆■♎♏❒⬧⧫♋■♎ ❍♏✍" They looked at me. Guess they can't. ("Can you not understand me?")

"What are you speaking in?" He asked me. I wrote down on my note book and handed it to them. 

"✋⧫⬧ ♍♋●●♏♎ ✂⬥♓■♑♎♓■♑✂📬" I wrote. ("Its called "Wingding".")

"En-glish." He said slowly. I rolled my eyes. 

"I can speak en-glish, you idiot." I snapped at him. They whipped this heads to look at me, them holding hands.

"Sorry." One said, keeping a strong grip on the others hand.

"Its fine, I was speaking and writing in wingdings. Obviously you don't speak it." They nodded and fell forward as the van stopped. They hustled as I walked into the cell in the back, they closed the door and said a quick thank you and sat down, grabbing guns in the process. I wonder whats in store for me next.

(I'M SO VERY SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!)