AN: I know how fans are about the ooc Michael, so I tried my best to kinda create a confused, canon, and non canon Michael.
WARNING: smut is involved.
The muscles in my legs and feet ache to high heaven after working in the hospital since about 4:00 a.m. It's now 8:00 pm and time to clock out. "Y/n, here I'll clock out for you why don't you go down to the hydro tub and relax okay?" Nurse Betty insisted.
She was the sweetest nurse here in the Haddonfield Memorial Hospital. Whenever someone had a hard time she was there no matter what and she works later than I do.
"Really? Thank you Betty" I smiled and made my way down the corridors to the hydro room. The radio in the main room came on as I passed and I paused to listen.
*A man from Smith's Grove Sanitarium has escaped and killed three teens on Orange Grove. The police are working diligently to capture the man as soon as possible*
Chills ran up and down my spine at the thought of some maniac running around the town. 'Wasn't there a boy who got locked up some years ago? Okay y/n get it together. You are just going to relax in a hot tub and go home and sleep the night away' I calm myself down as I reach the doorway to my destination.
The temperature was at a reasonable setting so I simply stripped, grabbed a towel, and slipped into the tub. The heat immediately soothes the muscles of my lower legs and feet. I lean back and take a deep inhale of the steam and allow my bodies endorphins to kick in. Suddenly I'm interrupted by the click of the door closing. "Nurse?" I murmur but no answer.
I sit up just enough to listen and tilt my head behind me. Nothing. "God I need to just chill". With a sigh I lean back down and close my eyes. There's nothing but me and the bubbles that spurt out from the jets on either side of the tub until a hand drapes over my shoulder. Again I sit up in shock, "nurse?" I panic when I see the hand is that of a mans.
"W-who the hell are you?" I grab my towel hanging off to the side and make way for the other end of the tub. I hop out and wrap it around me and finally meet the mans eyes.
He's wearing a detailed white mask with faux hair slicked back and a pair of mechanic coveralls with stains I'm sure are blood. "What do you want?" I observe any other exits as I wait for a response but see none. If I try to escape there isn't anything to knock his ass out with.
The man says nothing only stalks towards me now. I start sprinting for the door and somehow his reflexes prove faster than anything human, he snatches me by the arm and jerks me to his chest. I screech and he's suddenly got the back of my neck in his right hand and my forearm in his left, bending me over the tub that is now scolding hot. The pain is unfathomable and then it stops as I'm now above the water.
He's still holding me. I shake in his arms in fear. The towel that clung to me is loosening from my frame. Please just kill me. I feel a calloused hand run along my forearm and it makes me shiver. Too nervous to speak I risk looking back at the man and find him mesmerized by my skin. It was odd but it gave me a moment to confirm that the stains were blood. Which also means this could be the killer the radio host was talking about. But who the hell?
Shit. He's staring again. Right at me. No straight to my very soul with those black eyes. Yes, this mans eyes are pitch black. "M-Michael?" I'm not sure why I said that name, but it made sense.
He tilts his head to the left in acknowledgment. Is that a yes? "Please let me go, you will never see me again. I just want to go home and go to bed" why was I telling a damn killer all this shit.
His response was another head tilt. Not even surprised. Fuck it. I attempt to stand up but didn't get far as he shoved me back down closer to the water. "No please!" I shrieked and held tightly to the edge of the tub by my free hand. My heart beat so loud I thought he could hear it.
