- ➴ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍- 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒.

《 18. Old Friends. 》

     (Y/N) threw the rope that was binding her ankles. She was free to run away but knew that it would not be that easy. The man that kidnapped her must probably be looking at her from afar. Running away isn't an option.

Laurie was next to her and was quickly recovering consciousness. Her eyes squinted and looked at her surroundings. Her sleepy eyes saw a familiar face from earlier.

" You? Where am I? " She asks, rubbing her head in discomfort.

" Wish I'd known. " (Y/N) muttered, hugging her legs and staring at the dead teen from earlier. Laurie followed her gaze.

" Linda? " She whispered, crawling over to the deceased girl, tears falling down her face, shaking her limp body and desperately trying to wake her up.

" Please wake up! Linda wake up! " she cried, holding the girl in her arms, hoping that she was just playing dead to save her life. That wasn't the case, that Linda girl was really gone.

Laurie sobbed, hugging her cold body close to her. (Y/N) went over to Laurie and checked for any faint pulse, coming from Linda, but no such luck. (Y/N) bit her lip, not wanting to cry anymore. She wouldn't know how Laurie was feeling, just looking at her cry made her want to do the same.

" Linda! " Laurie yells, the grown woman rubbed her back, trying to calm her down a bit.

That's what she had to do right now. She needed to calm down. The enemy wasn't completely gone from the basement and could still be lurking anywhere.

Yes. He was there.

His loud breathing under his mask was heard coming closer and closer.

His footsteps aren't loud and he's making his way to them very slowly.

It was as if he was being careful.

The only problem was that he had a knife on his hand, making (Y/N) think that he was getting ready to attack.

Was it the end for them?

The blonde quickly picks up her head, looking at the masked male, who slowly approached them. (Y/N) sniffles, looking at him with teary eyes.

" Who are you? " Laurie was the first to speak, but as he took a few more steps, Laurie begged him not to hurt her.

" D...Don't. " (Y/N) stammered, sobs escaping her lips. She placed her hands on Laurie's shoulder and pulled her back. There was no knowing what this guy could do, so she tried her best to keep the young one safe.

Michael didn't listen to their cries, so he instead got closer, throwing his knife to the side, showing them that he didn't mean any harm. Confused by this, (Y/N) gaze went from his bloody possession to his masked face.

She didn't understand a thing.

Neither did Laurie.

Although, even without the knife on his hand, they didn't feel comfortable and never let their guard down.

(Y/N) scoots back, right next to Laurie and glanced at her for a moment. The blonde's eyes are on the knife as if she was planning on stabbing him with it.

Her (E/C) orbs went back to the tall figure. He got on his knees and reached into his breast pocket. Out of that pocket, he took out two worn-out papers. When he turned them around, though, they happened to be pictures.

Pictures (Y/N) was very familiar with.

He extended his arm, hoping one of them took them.

" There's no way... " (Y/N) whispered, a tear falling down her right eye.