Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 17

"Ms. (L/N)" Conan greeted. He wasn't wearing his mask, and now you knew why he wore it in the first place. The left side of his face was a mess, shredded beyond recognition; no left eye, scars criss-crossing left and right... your shudder. "I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but..." the dread in your chest somehow triples, and you feel like throwing up but swallow back the urge. "Your father failed to come through. He's missed the deadline, and now he has to pay with your life." Vince, who had been standing at your side, snapped his head to the window. Conan shifted his gaze to him, and Vince just held up his hands in a 'be right back' sort of way, hurrying from the room. "You were surprisingly well-behaved for a hostage possibly facing death, and, well..." Conan paused, slipping an expensive looking bejeweled blade from his pocket, examining it in the light, then slipping it back in. "I'm willing to treat you a little nicer than others." He undoes the buttons of his trench coat, holding open one side, your blood running cold. He reaches for a fancy, dark-coloured revolver, unholstering it and checking the cartridge. "I can make this quite painless for you, but if you, for some reason, change the way you've been acting I can quickly change my mind. I've been told I'm indecisive." He clicks the back of the gun, disarming the safety and prepping it to shoot, lifting it to point at your head.

"N-No, wait-"

"Ah, ah ah, don't ruin the well-behaved streak so close to its end." you open your mouth to speak again, but his furrowed brow shuts you right up and you grit your teeth, tears swelling in your eyes like they had been all day.

"Your dad was a bad man, (Y/N), and he deserves this. He deserves to lose you." Raina adds in, pulling down her bandana to reveal a sadistic smile.

"You sure we have to kill her so quickly?" Ben asks, sauntering forwards to stand side-by-side with Conan.

"Let's just get this over with." Penny huffs, averting her gaze from your pleading eyes and terrified features.

"He was a bad man." Conan tilts his gun, his mouth dropping into a frown. "Again, I truly am sorry it came to this, Ms. (L/N)."

"Y-You d-don't have t-to do this!" you blurt out, "I-I won't tell a soul, and I can get you that money, please!" Conan shakes his head and sighs.

"This is your father's job, not yours, and he's the one who needs punishing. I'll end your misery, your fear." Conan takes a step forward, gun pressed against your forehead and drawing a whimper. "Goodbye-"

"Conan!" Vince's urgent scream echoes through the old cabin, and Conan freezes. He lets out another sigh, and pulls his gun away.

"Yes, Vince?" Conan's voice is laced with annoyance as the boy stumbles into the room, almost tripping over his own feet as he pulls his bandana over his mouth and nose, pulling a gun from the waistband of his jeans.

"Someone's here!" those two words make hope erupt inside your chest. The police?!

"Shit!" Raina curses, pulling her bandana up and flashing her own gun, a revolver similar to Conan's.

"Who?!" Penny peeps, shrinking in on herself as she pulled her bandana over her mouth like the others, Ben doing the same.

"Get your guns, kids. We might just have some nasty visitors." Ben sprints from the room at Conan's words, returning seconds later with a shotgun, and a nasty one. Penny pulled her gun from her waistband too, but it was much smaller than the other's, weaker, too. Conan grabbed his mask from inside his trench coat and slipped it over his face. "To your posts." he says curtly. His voice was void of fear or concern, instead filled with confidence and almost excitement. Conan left the room with Ben and Raina in tow, Vince moving to stand beside the room's window and Penny posting up at the door.