Lost Boy / Michael Myers

You were running in the forest, trying to catch your breath while your legs were burning, aching. You didn't wanted to stop... He will catch you, behind you, you were hearing sticks breaking, trees are talking with each other. You stopped while not hearing anymore footsteps and sticks breaking. You looked around while nobody was around, only a white owl on a tree looking with her huge eyes straight into you. You turned around and started walking while from behind a tree there he was. Standing in front looking at you, like you could be a victim and you were a victim. Hopeless, all alone in a forest. You started breathing heavily, as you saw him coming closer, making footsteps forwards. You're eyes scanned a weapon which he was holding, he gripped it tightly as his knuckles were becoming white. You thought to yourself that's it now he will stab you with his weapon. You took a good look while noticing it was a knife, a sharp knife ready to cut someone's skin. You took a step backwards while he did forwards, you thought you will escape, but a tree stopped you. You're back touched tree as a tall man came up to you. You finally found your words to speak up.
" Please.. Please don't k-kill me. I will d-do anything, but p-please! " You begged him with tearful eyes as his ones stared at you. He placed his hand on the tree while pinning you without escape, you thought he was ready to strike his knife while he insert his knife into wood. You looked at his one eye because another was smoky grey, like a dead one.
" Y-You w-won't kill me? " You asked him while making a confused expression, warm-salty tears streamed down your cheeks as you looked at his eyes. He raised his hand, you were ready for a strike, but he wiped your warm tears with his soft thumb pad. You felt safe around his touch, but inside you were freaking out. He grabbed his knife while holding it and with other hand he took yours leading you through the forest. You looked at his hand and then at his mask which reminded you of one you saw. Television... News... Escape... Killer... This was him, killer which was holding your hand. You never felt like this feeling because nobody ever touched you, you were mature,beautifully.