After realizing that you belonged to Michael, you took some time away from everyone, including Michael, and went somewhere a few hours away to just think about what had occurred.
You went back to your hometown. To your old house. Luckily for you, after they heard the rumors about how you lived there and you became a cold hearted killer, nobody dared buy the house. So it was empty.
When you arrived, of course you expected teenagers to be there. A lot like how people were always at Michael's old home or Jason's camp. People heard the rumors, assumed they were false, and went to camp out there because they thought it would be cool.
But it came to your complete surprise that the house was completely empty. Not a teenager in sight. You were glad for that. Surprisingly, you weren't in the mood to kill or cause harm to anyone. You simply wanted to take some time away from all of your friends at the slasher mansion to think about your situation with the one and only Michael Myers.
The house was practically empty furniture wise. There was an old, incredibly dusty, light brown sofa that sat in the corner of the living room. You remember that sofa. It belonged to your family. Along with some kitchen appliances that were covered head to toe in cobwebs and dust, in the kitchen area. You didn't bother to go upstairs so you weren't sure what old items rested up there.
You plopped down on the couch, nostalgia taking over. You remember coming home from school everyday when you were younger and rushing to do your homework before plopping down on this very sofa to watch your favorite television show.
You could feel one of the springs poking at your side, but it didn't bother you as you began to feel relaxed and at home. Sure, you hated this house when you were younger, but this was still your home where most of your memories took place. Not all bad, most were, but not all. There were a few good ones that lingered in the back of your mind.
Now that you were home and could think about the whole Michael situation, you closed your eyes and allowed your thoughts to dance all over your mind.
The man scared you more than anyone ever has.
But would it really be so bad to give him a chance?
Then you began to think about Michael himself. You believed he had no motivation to being the cold hearted killer he was. Most of the slashers had some motive or reason they became a slasher. Chucky was trying to get into a human body, Jedidiah's family made him the way he is, Stu would say his motive was peer pressure, Jason believed he needed to kill to avenge the death of his mother, and everyone else had a reason, whether they would admit it or not.
And of course even you had your own reasons. Though, nobody knew them. You were a very private person and you continue to be that way.
Anyways, back to Michael. You knew he was desperate to kill Laurie. Though you didn't know why. You heard rumors about how he was just pure evil. You knew they were just rumors, so you didn't believe them. However, you didn't not believe them either.
If you were his possession, he wouldn't hurt you, would he?
He's showed no signs to cause you any harm yet. If anything, he seemed a bit overprotective of you. When the other slashers would come near you, you would notice Michael slightly tense up and his eyes carefully observe whoever was near you.
You ended up falling asleep that night, on that dusty, old brown sofa. Your last thoughts on Michael Myers before slowly fading into the darkness.
***
You stayed there for only the night. You didn't tell the other slashers you were leaving so you didn't want them to worry. And you especially didn't want Michael to come hunt you down because you knew that he would as soon as he noticed you weren't there. A part of you felt like he knew you weren't there as soon as you stepped out of the front door.
Upon arriving back at the slasher mansion, which was no doubt, your real home. You walked in like you hadn't been gone for the whole night. Nobody paid any attention to you, which was a plus.
Without saying a word to anybody, you walked up those old creaky stairs and made your way to the masked mans bedroom. You weren't sure if he were going to be in there or not, however, you figured if he wasn't, you would simply sit and wait for him.
Much to your luck, there he was. He sat on the bed, his feet on the floor. He was wearing his jumpsuit and mask. His knife sat right beside him on the bed.
The sound of the door opening must've caught the quiet mans attention because his blue orbs darted to you.
Without any words, you walked over to him and slowly picked up his knife. You knew he was possessive over the damned thing, however, he didn't once try to stop you from touching it. You sat it further away from the two of you, on the small table that sat next to his bed.
You took the knife's spot next to Michael. You slowly leaned your head on his shoulder and felt at peace. This is what you wanted. You wanted to be his possession. And now you were.
