Die, Die My Darling

4

*trigger warning, sexual harassment.*

Today was the day Michael Myers became Lillian's patient. A deep sigh escaped her lungs as she got ready for the day. Lillian felt a deep nervousness without her uncle. She knew she was capable, her uncle just acted as a safety blanket for her. She neared Smith's Grove and parked her car, quickly walking inside after locking her doors. Her head peeked into the room they usually met in but she only saw empty chairs.

Lillian's brows furrowed as she made a slow walk to Michael's room. She stood on her toes to get the best view through the small window. There sat Michael, alone, creating a mask. A guard could be heard walking in her direction and she spun around to be met with a face of malice.

"Hey there pretty lady. Why are ya lookin' in Michael's cell?" He teased.

"I-I'm here for his daily session but he wasn't in the room so I came here.." she said nervously, which only made the dark look worsen on his face.

"A session for dear old Mike? How about one with me, darling?" The alcohol was present in his breath. Lillian's face twisted into one of disgust as she pushed him away.

Her action only made him angry. He grabbed her wrist and pinned her to Michael's door. Fear was written all over her features as she began to breathe heavily in panic. She writhed under his grasp which was now growing tighter, hurting her wrists. She let out a small cry but she was silenced by a rough hand.

"Shh, sweetheart. I'm sure Michael would enjoy some fresh meat." He whispered into her ear, pushing himself against her to hold her in place as he opened Michael's door. He threw her inside and proceeded to wreak havoc in Michael's cell. Lillian laid on his bed, too scared to move.

"Hey, Mikey! Look at this young one here! She was lookin' for ya!" He yelled in his ear. Michael visibly tensed as the man touched his masks. His awful hands groped Lillian as she whimpered from beneath him. A hand had made its way down her body, grasping at her in a vulgar manner.

"Michael.." she whispered lowly. Michael quickly turned around at the sound of her voice. His eyes were filled with rage as he stood up and towered over the man in his room.

His large hands strangled the guard as muffled cries came from Lillian. Though she was thankful, the sight before her still terrified her. The man clawed at Michael's hands as he squeezed tighter. Pops could be heard as she watched the man go limp. Blood came from his nose and mouth in a terrifying scene, and Lillian only backed herself into the corner seeing that the door was shut and she was now trapped.

Michael stared down at the man on the floor with no emotion, then he slowly turned to Lillian. His gaze stayed on her until he turned back to his desk and continued working on his mask. Keys caught the female's eyes and she crept her way silently to them. She eyed Michael carefully, unlocking the door soon after and letting herself out. A red button laid directly beside the door and she pressed it. Sirens rang throughout the facility.

Lillian sighed a breath of relief and slid her back down the wall, putting her head in her hands and waiting until more authorities came. Seconds later, guards rushed to her side. She couldn't speak, she only gestured to the room. Everything happened in a blur as the man's body was taken out of Michael's room.